"Sure enough, it's this kind of thing again!" Jiuze stared at the small purple mist in Feng Xiao's palm, "What kind of system are you from?"
The tone of the interrogation was very natural, revealing a kind of majesty and calmness that can only be found in those who give orders.
Feng Xiao and Huo Qingying glanced at Jiu Ze at the same time.
Shen Yi and Tian Yun were used to this side of Jiuze, and they were also staring at the purple mist at this time.
"System, what system?" Zi Wu was very uncomfortable being stared at. She twisted her body and struggled in Feng Xiao's hands while shouting, "Boy, let go of your ancestors!"
Feng Xiao snorted coldly, flicked his wrist and another wave of electric light slipped out from his fingertips, shrouding the purple mist.
"Ahhhh!" Ziwu shouted.
"Are you not the system?" Jiuze asked tentatively.
"What the hell system? What is the system?" Ziwu screamed in pain, but he didn't dare not answer Jiuze.
Jiu Ze and Shen looked at each other.
Feng Xiao looked at the purple ball in his hand, his eyes darkened a bit.
The plague in Jinyang City that year finally involved the Lingxu clan. Although only Jiang Xin from the third room of the Jiang family showed up, and the Lingxu clan also kept a low profile, the news quickly spread among the sect and caused a stir. It was quite a shock.
After the plague incident was completely over, the Huayang Sect and other major sects went out to investigate, but the three rooms of the Jiang family had long been empty. However, the sects still inquired about the plague in detail, even several times. Visit the Pei family.
But the head of the Pei family never mentioned the "system".
I have never heard anyone say that there is such a "purple haze".
It seems that the Pei family has to go again.
Feng Xiao put the matter aside for the time being, looked at the formation on the ground in front of him, turned his palm over, pinched the purple mist at his fingertips, and said calmly and gently: "This soul-drawing formation does not look like that of the senior. Technique, but like other formations, it contains the cultivation of the seniors, what's going on?"
"What's going on, I don't know!" Although Ziwu shrank into a ball, and tended to shrink smaller and smaller in the circles of electric light, she still spoke harshly.
Jiu Ze could imagine that if this thing had a human form, it would be crawling back in fear while holding its neck and shouting loudly.
Both timid and stubborn.
Feng Xiao was too lazy to talk nonsense with Zi Wu. With a thought in his mind, sparks shot out from the two fingers holding Zi Wu.
As soon as the spark touched the outermost part of the purple mist, the thing heard a scream.
Then there was a burst of laughter, "Come on, kill me! Your ancestors won't say anything!"
The purple mist was twisting wildly, and it actually moved towards the place where the sparks were.
Such a decisive gesture made Feng Xiao couldn't help but move his eyebrows.
But then, there was another wail, and the purple mist twisted faster, but this time, it was avoiding the sparks at Feng Xiao's fingertips.
"No, no, no, please let me go. I really don't know anything. It hurts me to death!"
Two emotions and attitudes began to take turns.
Jiu Ze looked a little funny. Is this purple mist of love still a mist split?
"This thing actually gave rise to a new consciousness." Huo Qingying touched her chin, looked at the purple mist, and suddenly stretched out her index finger to point at the purple mist.
"Uncle Ninth Master, Shen..." Feng Xiao saw this and hurriedly opened his mouth to stop him, but saw Huo Qingying already standing on the spot with a dull look.
Jiu Ze had never seen this battle before and wanted to ask, but he saw Feng Xiao looking at Zi Wu intently, and there seemed to be tension in his usually gentle eyes.
Not daring to interrupt rashly, Jiu Ze took a few steps back and quietly asked Qian Yun beside him: "Uncle Ninth Master, what's going on?"
Qian Yun shook his head, "I don't know, I've never seen this battle."
"Uncle Ninth Master entered the fog with his spiritual consciousness." Shen Yi walked to Jiuze, looked at Feng Xiao and then at Huo Qingying, "Uncle Ninth Master probably wanted to completely separate the two parts of that thing. Awareness allows the cowardly one to gain the upper hand.”
Jiu Ze and Tian Yun took a deep breath.
Using spiritual consciousness to enter such an unknown thing, the danger is also unknown. No wonder even the senior brother's expression changed.
Shen Yi glanced at Jiu Ze, then looked at Feng Xiao and Huo Qingying, and suggested: "We can't help there, why don't we take a look at this formation first?"
"But even Senior Brother Feng and Uncle Ninth Master didn't see any clues about this formation," Kan Yun said.
"It's not that I didn't see the clues," Jiuze shook his head, "different drawing techniques contain the same cultivation level. The most reasonable explanation is that this formation is modified based on the original formation, but now this formation Legally speaking, there is no trace of any change at all.”
"That's right," Shen Yiyi said, "I think this kind of traceless modification method is what Senior Brother Feng and Uncle Ninth Really want to pursue."
"What's the point of pursuing this now?" Kanyun was puzzled.
Shen Yi reminded, "Master Yuyang Daojun is the leader of formations in the Mingguang Realm. Have you ever heard of anyone in the Mingguang Realm who can modify the formation of the peak power of Lianxu without leaving any trace, and can still change the formation without leaving any trace?" Destroy the cultivation that remains within it?"
Hearing this, Tianyun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said, "So this formation is a clue to find the person behind the scenes?"
Shen nodded slightly, "Maybe."
I don't know why, Shen Yi felt a little uneasy.
This purple thing first found someone to pretend to be him in an attempt to replace him. He also cooperated with the head of the Jiang family to kill innocent people.
This time, this thing helped Sour and Beast create such a formation, causing trouble in Chengzhou, but the people still suffered.
Jinyang, Chengzhou.
Is there any connection between these two places?
Shen Yi couldn't think of a reason, and couldn't figure out the formation in front of him. His mind was a little confused for a while, so he simply meditated on the spot and used his exercises to calm himself down.
Tianyun stared at the formation for a long time and found nothing. Seeing Shen start meditating, he followed suit and sat next to Shen Yi.
All four of them were in a state of trance, and Jiuze consciously took on the responsibility of being vigilant.
After another quarter of an hour, there was movement on Fengxiao's side.
Jiuze heard the sound and looked over, only to see Feng Xiao's expression being serious, his palms a fiery red, and the flames wrapped around the purple mist.
The fog quickly became smaller and distorted in the firelight, but no sound was heard.
Jiuze glanced at Huo Qingying and saw that Huo Qingying still had that wandering expression, and suddenly became nervous.
Uncle Ninth Master is still in the purple mist!
At the same time, the purple mist in Feng Xiao's hand became lighter and lighter. Seeing that the mist became only the size of a thumb, Feng Xiao raised his right hand and quickly condensed a very thin but extremely bright electric light towards the thumb-sized light purple light. The mist struck hard.
A crack opened in the fog, facing the tip of Huo Qingying's index finger.
The next moment, Huo Qingying's body swayed and her eyes rolled a few times.
Seeing this, Feng Xiao quickly stuffed the remaining light purple mist in his hand into a jade bottle and looked at Huo Qingying: "Is Uncle Ninth Master injured? Why can't I suddenly sense Uncle Master's consciousness? Can’t you tear apart that lump of stuff just now?”
That purple mist clearly dissipated as soon as it burned, so why did it suddenly become as strong as a magic weapon? Not only did it isolate the Ninth Master Uncle from the fluctuations of his spiritual consciousness, but it also blocked his spiritual attack?
If he hadn't already cultivated the Pure Fire, it would probably be difficult to save Uncle Ninth Master today.
Huo Qingying's face also looked very bad. The sequelae of the strain on his consciousness was that he still felt dizzy.
"I was just pulled by a force, as if it was dragging me somewhere."