"This moving formation seems to be more unstable than in previous years? I wonder how many more years it can last?"
On the platform, one of the men in white robes looked at the stone platform below where clear shadows were gradually gathering, with a worried look on his face.
If Shen Xiu was here, he would definitely recognize the handsome figure who stood in the void and crossed the city wall outside the city a few days ago.
"Brother Zhai Qiu, didn't you invite Lu Mingshan from Baiyue Trading Company some time ago? What did the great talisman master say?"
The speaker was a woman wearing a green coat. She was in her forties or fifties, but her well-kept charm still remained.
The man in white shirt, who was called brother Zhai Qiu, shook his head, "The Great Talisman Master is still just a Great Talisman Master after all. How can a Great Talisman Master understand the handiwork left by the Divine Talisman Master? Last time Lu Mingshan came, I stood in front of the moving formation for three days and still found nothing..."
"If Lu Mingshan can't do anything, this matter will be a bit difficult to deal with. The legacy left by these old seniors is really worth every penny..."
An old man wearing a green gown sighed slightly and said with a rather sad expression.
Lu Mingshan of Baiyue Trading Company is a great talisman master who has risen to fame in the past few years. His talisman skills are so superb and astonishing.
Some people commented that if they can step into the realm of Talisman Master in the next ten years and inherit the mantle of Yan Lao, the Talisman Master in the Imperial Capital, they will be able to write real Talisman.
But if such talented people say this about this moving formation, then this matter will indeed be more difficult to handle.
However, no one thinks that Lu Mingshan’s ability is just this.
A metaphysical practitioner has many requirements to become a Talisman Master. He must be more sensitive to the flow of spiritual energy between heaven and earth than ordinary metaphysical cultivators.
Not to mention observing the signs of heaven and earth, tracing and carving them.
He incorporated the purest principles in the world into his writings to depict the powerful Talisman Master.
Because of their sensitivity to the flow of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, every powerful Talisman Master is a real formation master.
However, for the Talisman Masters who are rare in the entire Dajing, even in many sects, and even in the entire Yunzhou, a great Talisman Master is still far behind.
How can a Talisman Master's handiwork be so easily imitated and reproduced?
If it were that easy, would we still be a Talisman Master?
Now that things have come to this, naturally this matter can only be discussed in the long term.
Several people in Qiong's upstairs were watching the activities on the martial arts ground and chatting about trivial topics.
Just when many martial arts cultivators were confused about the sudden appearance of the stone platform and the movements happening on it.
A middle-aged man wearing a purple gown and a dignified face fell from the sky and floated to the top of a pillar in the field.
This is the current leader of the Yuanyang Gang, Ruan Ruiming.
Looking at the crowd in the venue, Ruan Ruiming's lips vomited slightly, and his powerful voice, like Huang Zhongda Lu, spread throughout the entire venue at this moment.
"This is the moving formation of our Yuanyang Gang. This opening means stepping into the forbidden area of Xiaoyao Mountain. The specific rules have been informed before, so let me talk about the situation after the formation.
The first thing you step into is the outer circle of the Little Demon Mountain Forbidden Area. There are three circles in the Little Demon Mountain Forbidden Area, all of which are blocked by a layer of restrictions. The demons are blocked, but people can't move.
If you feel that you have cultivated enough, you can enter the next circle. But what I want to remind you is that the devil has no conscience, so don’t expect him to let you go."
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd below was agitated.
With the last attribution of help, the men in the crowd were all eager to try.
Seeing how enthusiastic the atmosphere was, Ruan Ruiming, the leader of the Yuanyang Gang who was standing on the pillar, also had a smile on his face.
With his eyesight, he can still find that among these people, there are still some good martial arts practitioners mixed in. Now the Yuanyang Gang can add a new blood.
"After the moving stone formation is opened, you will have one day to stay in it to complete the trial, but regardless of life or death, you have the last chance to exit."
As the words of help fell lightly, the top of the stone platform condensed into the shape of a gate, and ripples still appeared on the blue light screen.
When everyone learned that this was the opening of the trial door, they couldn't help but feel excited.
Those who take the initiative to participate in the trial are all aware of the trial process and will be more or less bloody. No one will leave.
Looking at the door on the stone platform, condensed into a house-shaped light curtain, it became more and more gloomy, and the remaining people could not help but squeeze the black iron sign in their hands.
The black iron plate just issued by the Yuanyang Gang not only records the number and level of demons killed, but also serves as a certificate for the ban to recognize them.
The cyan color is getting thicker and thicker, and with the rolling motion of water, another different world appears.
The hazy, desolate and brown bare earth and rocks, filled with a rich and bloody aura, rushed towards the face. Several men approaching the door had never seen such a strange sight, and their eyes widened.
The other people behind him are all looking at the scene in another world and are eager to try it.
Even Shen Xiu was slightly surprised. From seeing such a large moving formation, he knew why the Yuanyang Gang in Shanglin City was not inferior to the Xuanjian Division.
Because of the same large formation, there is also one in the Hanging Sword Division.
"Come, come, has this year's delicacy arrived?"
On the other side of the Moving Gate, at the top of a valley outside Xiaoyao Mountain.
At this time, many eyes were also looking at the cyan light curtain gradually opening at the bottom of the valley, with a greedy and ferocious look in their eyes.
The demons trapped here have figured out that during this time every year, a large number of humans will appear in this place.
They call it a gift from nature, a gift from the emperor of the underworld.
So we all waited here early, and we just formed a circle at the top of the valley, leaving a large open space at the bottom of the valley, just to give the delicious food a place to flow out, otherwise the people behind would not even be able to get in.
Putting a long line to catch big fish is an experience taught to them by some old demons.
Although some old demons say that many of them are more troublesome, they cannot stop their yearning for delicious prey deep in their hearts.
"Okay, now the trial begins!"
Following the man in green shirt's subsequent command, the fluctuations in the blue light curtain door calmed down.
A martial artist with a strong reputation and blood began to advance towards the unknown location. As the crowd stepped in, ripples appeared layer by layer on the blue light screen.
Soon it was Shen Xiu's turn in the middle.
As soon as he stepped inside, Chen Xiu felt a faint smell of blood in the air.
It's obviously the same world, but the boundary of Xiaoyao Mountain is an unspeakable dark red color, and even the air has an eerie coldness.
As the crowd continued to move forward, in just a few minutes, hundreds of vigorous men stepped into this rather mysterious place.
After everyone stepped in, the cyan light curtain behind them suddenly disappeared.
The land they faced was flat land, but by looking around, they could see the bottom of the valley with an unobstructed view.
"Where is the monster...where is the monster?"
Someone asked this question.
"Where's the oil...where's my oil..."
Someone made such an exclamation.
The old man who had participated in several trials and failed to join the gang was accustomed to these things. He pulled out his long knife and silently greased the blade.
Knives are their lifeblood and must be well maintained before war.
At this time, the situation in the valley is the calm before the storm. When the storm really comes, I am afraid there will not be enough time to prepare.