As she walked eastward, Jiang Xin felt more and more that something was wrong.
Just like the situation in the first village, all the old people in the village were silent about what Jiang Xin asked about, while those middle-aged people had no idea what Fengmen Village Jiang Xin was talking about.
Logically speaking, such strange stories about strange villages should be very popular in the village, but when it comes to the existence of Fengmen Village, things are particularly abnormal.
No matter how many villages they passed, all the old people agreed that they did not know the existence of Fengmen Village.
If it was only to outsiders, these old people even hid it from the people in their own village, and seemed determined to make the word Fengmen Village disappear completely.
Fortunately, these elderly people don't seem to know how to use mobile phones. No matter how Jiang Xin was treated in the previous villages, he will start from scratch in the next village.
Gradually, Jiang Xin also learned to be wise.
He no longer tried to directly inquire about the existence of Fengmen Village, but made indirect inquiries from the direction.
The goal of heading east was too big. Along the way, Jiang Xin had already found more than a dozen villages, large and small, old and new.
Some are aware of the existence of Fengmen Village, while others are completely confused.
As the saying goes, people become better with age. These old people who have lived in the village for who knows how long can make quick calculations in their minds, but no matter what, they can't compare with the development of outside routines.
With a few simple words, Jiang Xin got the relevant directions of Fengmen Village from the mouths of several village elders.
By marking the direction lines extending from several villages and extending the intersection for several kilometers, Jiang Xin determined the preliminary search scope at once.
Without much repair, Jiang Xin pushed aside the bushes and quickly headed towards the depths of the Taihang Mountains. However, what he was completely unaware of was that a somewhat rickety old man also followed him into the Taihang Mountains.
At night, Jiang Xin, whose body was covered with invisible Yuan Qi, rushed out of the jungle.
Among the lush mountains, a quiet village is located, as if it has been forgotten by time, deep and remote.
"It should be here." After comparing the distance and direction in her mind, Jiang Xin felt happy, and with her eyes open, she looked towards the village below.
There was nothing unusual. There was no trace of Qi in the entire village, just like an ordinary village that was completely abandoned.
After complete initial confirmation, Jiang Xin stepped on a wooden board and floated directly down, slowly landing on the edge of the village.
Not long after, an old man appeared where Jiang Xin had been. Looking at Jiang Xin who had walked into the village, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his hand a little, and wisps of true energy were outlined, and then dispersed.
Invisibly, the qi of heaven and earth pulled, and with the abandoned Fengmen Village at the center of the formation, the power of ghosts and gods was attracted and gathered from the human world outside Taihang Mountain.
For a moment, in the originally ordinary village, the power of ghosts and gods that ordinary people could not see directly condensed and turned into wisps of mist, bringing a sense of humidity.
In the village, some Fenghou Qimen were copied. Even if Jiang Xin had to use them, he was much more sensitive to the changes in the situation than before. Before the fog completely rose, Jiang Xin realized some changes that he didn't know about.
It happened, but I was unable to stop it. I could only watch the entire Fengmen Village being shrouded in fog.
Although the mist is as thin as a veil, it dances in the air, but it gives people a damp, depressing, and gloomy feeling. Through this mist, the originally clearly visible houses become more and more hazy and looming.
Jiang Xin didn't try to look back, which was obviously a different approach.
When Jiang Xin first saw it on the mountain, he believed that the layout of the village was intentional and that it was the Qimen Dunjia Formation. It was only because there was no formation or Qi at that time that he dared to come in.
I don’t know why the battle has started now. It’s probably a fool’s errand to think of staying away from it.
Unlike Taoist priests like Wang Ye, who have been cultivating in the mountains for many years, Jiang Xin knows very little about Taoism, and only has a basic understanding of Qimen. He only learned about it out of interest when he was studying mathematics in his previous life.
After 9 steps forward, Jiang Xin came to a fork in the road, turned left, and when he turned back again, the street scene on the right was completely different from the one before. It was not where he was at all.
"Sure enough." Jiang Xin sighed in his heart and sat down cross-legged: "There is no hope, just wait to die."
With her eyes slightly closed, Jiang Xin dispersed the other abilities that she had maintained in her body, and transformed her energy flow into the original image. As the energy flowed, Jiang Xin's whole person became a little unsteady.
In the mist, wisps of fine Yuan Qi seeped out from the pores in the center of the river, turning into strands and connecting to the ubiquitous mist.
Yuan Qi floated, the mist rippled, and Jiang Xin's whole person seemed to be radiating away. In a state of concentration, he used his human power to shake the pattern of one party.
"Is this the Jiang family's method!?"
On a hilltop outside the formation, watching Jiang Xin use the fog in an area for his own use, the old man's face suddenly became serious: "The people in that family are not dead yet?"
The corner of his mouth twitched twice, and the old man stretched out his hand to grab it out of thin air. The invisible and immaterial power of ghosts and gods gathered together, and a facial makeup with extremely abstract lines condensed and was put on his face: "The old man is not here, so I just want to bully you, this little kid.
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After the facial makeup was completed, wisps of blackness spread. After a while, the old man's clothes became weird, gloomy and cold. The next moment, a voice that did not resemble human speech sang, and ghosts and gods gathered.
In the formation, the divine power was disturbed, and the originally calm mist became more and more violent. In an instant, it broke away from Yuan Qi's control. Under the backlash, Jiang Xin was also shocked out of his trance.
Looking at the heavy fog rolling like a tidal vortex, Jiang Xin was not only unafraid, but also laughed: "Hahaha, I just said, how could it be such a coincidence? Senior, can you come out and see me!"
"Look at you big-headed devil, please take care of me first." The old man muttered in his heart, and the speed of his speech became faster and faster, and the fog below became extremely fierce.
In an instant, the mist that was originally harmless to humans and animals condensed, roared, and rolled into the center of the river like a sharp steel sword.
"Really?!!!" There was a tingling sensation on the skin, and Jiang Xin's face suddenly collapsed. Yuan Qi circulated, and the four colors of gold, purple, blue, and white came out, protecting Jiang Xin.
"Sure enough, it's this move again." Looking at Jiang Xin who was wrapped in a four-color halo, the old man shook his head, but then grinned: "But you little thing, compared with the elders in your family, your methods are immature.
I don’t know how many.”
With a dance in his hand, the mist below changed again.
In the offensive like a violent storm, a soft and soft feeling gradually evolved. Under the invisible pressure, the four-color bright light on Jiang Xin's body was gradually reduced to nothing.