C43 Eight chaotic chains of heaven and earth

In the eight hundred hillside in the peach forest, the tall old man and the other two who were trapped inside the Bewitching Sky Eight Men Array sighed, and said after testing to see if their attacks were effective: "None of us have studied formations.

Under these circumstances, he absolutely could not be reckless. That day, junior brother Lu had underestimated the formation formed by a messy pile of wooden sticks, and had met with misfortune.

In this period of time, I think that Fang Yunlong has already escaped. Let's wait for Miss Yimeng to think of a way to rescue us out. "

It was obvious that the tall old man had a very high prestige amongst the trio. Thus, after he finished speaking, even though there was a fat man who was very unwilling, he still remained standing.

He had no choice but to stop his attacks and angrily scolded, "Hmph, this kid is lucky. When we get out of here, we'll definitely destroy his bones and scatter his ashes!"

The turtle-faced old man said nothing, but his resentful gaze indicated everything.

Outside the Bewitching Heaven Eight Men Array, Yimeng gently wiped away the blood on Yao Qin, then held Yao Qin and stood up. She looked at the peach forest in a daze, and from afar, she seemed to see a shadow, staggering and quickly running, occasionally bending over and coughing up blood.

The night was dark, and the light breeze was chilling. Yimeng shook her body that was still standing.

Yimeng hugged Yao Qin tightly, as if he couldn't stop the cold night sky, and stared stupidly at the pitch black formation. After a long while, Yimeng turned and walked towards the middle-aged scholar who was lying at the side.

After consuming the pill, the middle-aged scholar's complexion looked much better. However, he was still unconscious.

Yimeng hugged onto the Jade Zither, her beautiful fingers lightly moved, and the light zither music slowly spread out, like a fairy in the moonlight dancing beside the middle aged scholar, creating a moving dance.

Following the rise and fall of the zither, the middle-aged scholar's expression alternated between happiness and anger. Not long after, the middle-aged scholar let out a loud shout and woke up.

Seeing Yimeng who was holding onto Yao Qin and quietly looking at him, the middle aged scholar seemed to have thought of something, he turned to look at his own right shoulder, only seeing empty air, the middle age scholar could not help but scream loudly, "Ah!" He rolled his eyes and was about to faint.

Just then, Yimeng's jade hand suddenly slashed onto the Jade Zither, causing a muffled "dong" sound to ring out. It was as if a loud and clear bell sound had sounded out in the vast hall, resonating loudly. As if he was struck by lightning, the middle-aged scholar immediately sat up and looked at Yimeng in a daze.

The Daoist Priest who was severely injured by Fang Yunlong earlier could not believe that his right hand, which was wielding a blade, had been crippled by Fang Yunlong in such a good situation. He was currently caught up in deep doubt and regret.

When he regained his senses, he realized that the people who were surrounding him had all disappeared. Not far from him, the middle-aged scholar sat blankly on the ground. He no longer had his right arm, and beside the middle-aged scholar, Yimeng, who had a serene expression on her face, was carrying Yao Qin.

Yimeng saw that the middle-aged scholar had woken up, and said indifferently: "Senior Hong, Senior Gu and the other two are currently trapped in Fang Yunlong's array. Senior, you should go and save them."

The middle aged man quickly said: "Please rest assured Miss Yimeng, I will immediately go break the array and bring Senior Gu and the others out."

Under Yimeng's guidance, the middle-aged scholar saw the pitch black formation and carefully circled around it. After that, he lowered her head and pondered, occasionally drawing something on the ground.

The Daoist Priest in the distance used his right wrist to wrap it up. His left hand dragged the large blade he had recovered as he slowly walked to the side of the middle-aged scholar.

Although he was surprised that the middle-aged scholar had lost his right arm, he didn't ask anything. He only looked worriedly at the pitch-black formation as his eyes stared fixedly at the middle-aged scholar.

Yimeng stood in the middle of the peach forest, hugging the jade zither, thinking about something. The breeze was gentle, the hem of the gown and the ends of the hair were gently fluttering. It was an indescribably graceful and charming scene.

After a long while, the middle-aged scholar stood up, and seemed to have made a huge decision. He said to Yimeng: "Miss Yimeng, the formation that Fang Yunlong has set up is extremely complicated, it has no offensive power to trap and trap others.

It is also a rare attack effect of the Magic Formation, so I am not completely confident in being able to break this formation. I plan to enter the array, find Senior Gu and the others, and then see if I can break out. If it was at daybreak.

I have yet to break through the formation, I hope that Miss Yimeng can head to Kong Fang Shan and look for my master, 'Formation Saint', to break through the formation. "

Hearing the middle-aged scholar's words, the Daoist Priest's heart was filled with unhappiness. She suddenly let out a loud shout and quickly ran into the depths of the 800 hill. Yimeng and the middle-aged scholar, who were shocked by the Daoist Priest, looked at the Daoist Priest's figure that was gradually disappearing in the distance and did not say a word.

When the Daoist Priest's figure disappeared, Yimeng said: "We each relied on our luck and caused Senior Hong to worry. Yimeng, on behalf of our family's ancestor, thanks Senior Hong." After she finished speaking, she bowed to the middle-aged scholar.

Who would have thought that the middle-aged scholar, who was about to bow to him, would frantically lift his hands and support Yimeng, saying in a panicked voice, "Miss Yimeng, this Hong does not dare to be unworthy.

Since I have promised Senior Gu to break through Fang Yunlong's formation, I will do my best to do so.

Yimeng straightened her body and said: "Since that's the case, then I'll have to trouble Senior Hong."

The middle-aged scholar no longer spoke, and once again carefully thought about the formation technique he had studied, and then entered the Bewitching Sky Eight Men Array. The peach forest had recovered its silence, and only Yimeng who was holding Yao Qin sat down.

Among the eight Men Array s, the tall old man and the turtle-faced old man were sitting cross-legged on the ground, circulating their inner strength to restore their consumed inner strength. Only Fatty, who was tirelessly carrying the hammer, was pacing back and forth on the spot and cursing under his breath from time to time.

The surroundings were still empty. There was nothing to be seen, nor was he able to sense anything.

Suddenly, Fatty's expression turned solemn, and he became completely alert. He shouted, "Who is it?" As soon as his voice fell, a thunderous echo resounded in the array, so loud that it made one's ears ring. The tall elder and the turtle-faced elder had already sensed someone approaching them.

He stood up and looked in the direction where the person had come from. The tall old man thought, after such a long time, Fang Yunlong had already escaped, and now, the person who was able to enter the array and walk towards the three of them, should be the middle-aged scholar.

Sure enough, the middle-aged scholar's voice came from the darkness, "Senior Gu, Senior Dong and Brother Hu, please wait for a moment. I'll be right over."

Although he felt that the middle-aged scholar was very close to him, after hearing that the middle-aged scholar would take a while to arrive, the old man from the Gu family couldn't help but feel glad that the three of them didn't wander around.

A moment later, the middle-aged man appeared before the three. The old man clasped his hands and said, "Thank you for saving us all from this dangerous trip." The old man surnamed Gu had just finished speaking when the old man surnamed Dong also clasped his hands in thanks.

Only the fatty with the surname Hu said in a muffled voice: "Old Hong, why did you only just arrive? Hurry up and bring us out of this damn place. This time we have to catch that stinking brat, I'm going to stew him."

Hearing the fatty's words, the middle-aged scholar did not pay much attention to him. As for the old man surnamed Gu and the old man surnamed Dong, the middle-aged scholar quickly returned the greeting: "You two seniors are too courteous, I have never seen this formation before.

So, after thinking about it outside for a long time, he was still unable to find a way to break through the formation. Therefore, he entered the formation, hoping that with the help of the two seniors and Brother Hu, he would be able to find the core of the formation and break out. "

Hearing the middle-aged scholar's words, the fatty became a little anxious and shouted loudly, "Old Hong, what's going on? With your 'thousand array formations and one eye,' can't even break the formation set up by a brat?"

Old Man Gu glared at the fat man, who kept silent. Lowering his head, he muttered to himself. Just as the old man from the Gu family was about to speak, the middle-aged scholar took the initiative and said, "Brother Hu, what you said is reasonable. I never thought that Fang Yunlong would be so young, yet his attainments in formations are so profound, far surpassing mine. I am ashamed."

After pausing for a bit, the middle-aged scholar continued, "Based on the research I did earlier, I believe that this formation contains a part of the Eight Golden Lock Array.

Therefore, I hope the two seniors and Brother Hu can wait for a moment, and let me deduce the changes in the array, and then we can find the place to break through. At that time, the three of you can circulate your inner force together, and should be able to forcefully break out of the array. "

Hearing the words of the middle-aged scholar, the three of them were overjoyed. The old man surnamed Gu said, "Thank you so much for your help, Mister Hong."

The middle-aged scholar sat down cross-legged and began to carefully observe the changes in the formation. At the same time, he was constantly analyzing the changes in his mind. Old Man Gu and the other two old men stared at the middle-aged scholar. An hour later, just when the fatty was about to ask the middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged scholar let out a long breath, pointed at a place not far away, and said, "Okay, this is the place.

I didn't expect this formation to be so complex. I made an error in my estimation, causing everyone to wait for a long time. I would now like to ask the two seniors to lose to Brother Hu. As long as you wave your hammer and strike down hard on this place, you will be able to break the formation. "

Both Old Man Gu and Old Man Dong nodded slightly, placing their palms on the fatty's shoulders. Both of them let out a loud shout, and their inner energy continued to be transmitted to the fatty.