Chapter 59: Fu Qianming was clearly in a relationship with this person not long ago...
"Do you recognize this formation?" Yun Wanzhou looked surprised.
"I've seen it in a book." Xie Wuyang said vaguely, and changed the subject without changing his expression. "Master, is Jiang Lin coming back?"
"Um."
"The Floating Thousand Formation requires a transmission and a delivery. The one in Jiang Lin's secret room is the transmission. If we can find another formation, perhaps we can find the Nightmare Stone. We can't stay here for long. Master, do you have any way to find the delivery formation?"
Xie Wuyang walked to the teleportation formation, lowered his head and looked at it for a moment.
It's not that he had no way to find the teleportation array, but when he was the Demon Lord, his cultivation was quite high, and he relied more on his strong spiritual power.
Whether it is breaking the formation or something else, Xie Wuyang can still break out of the siege by relying solely on spiritual power without any magic.
If it were in the past, Xie Wuyang would have only needed to use his cultivation to force his way out, but now it is different.
He is only at the foundation-building stage. If he were to force a breakthrough, not only would he not be able to break the formation, he himself would probably be wiped out.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang had no choice but to place all his hopes on Yun Wanzhou.
Unlike Xie Wuyang, Yun Wanzhou has always adhered to the old rules and would never try anything unless he was completely sure.
Xie Wuyang didn't think that Yun Wanzhou would use such a radical method as forcibly breaking the formation, but he had an inexplicable trust from somewhere, feeling that Yun Wanzhou would definitely be able to find the other half of the formation.
As expected, Yun Wanzhou was silent for a moment, then suddenly took a step forward and said, "Step back."
"Okay." Xie Wuyang nodded in response.
The Floating Thousand Formation is indeed powerful, but Yun Wanzhou is a cultivator in the Mahayana stage, so it is not impossible for him to break it if he wants to.
Just as Xie Wuyang retreated to the entrance of the dark room, thinking that Yun Wanzhou would use some powerful talismans to break the Floating Thousand Formation, Yun Wanzhou suddenly lowered his hand and touched his waist.
Xie Wuyang had seen this action countless times and was so familiar with it that he knew what Yun Wanzhou was going to do even if he just moved his fingers slightly.
Broken snow.
Realizing this, Xie Wuyang frowned slightly and opened his lips. Before he could utter the question in his mind, Yun Wanzhou turned his wrist, and Shattered Snow was unsheathed in one go, slashing out a stream of sword energy as fast as flowing water.
The sword energy was deliberately condensed into a point, and before it could spread, it was swept towards the formation by the devouring power of Fu Qian Zhen.
Before Xie Wuyang could recover from Yun Wanzhou's actions, a stream of Qi suddenly attacked his waist.
Xie Wuyang staggered and fell into Yun Wanzhou's arms. Before he could stand firmly, Yun Wanzhou hugged his waist and jumped into the Fuqian Formation together.
After all, it was evolved from a devouring magic circle. The evil energy in the circle was concentrated, and his breath was mixed with the smell of blood and earth, which made Xie Wuyang dizzy.
Fortunately, before Yun Wanzhou made the decision to jump into the Floating Thousand Formation, he used the Broken Snow Sword Energy to clear a path ahead, preventing the two people from dying in the formation.
The sound of flesh being torn apart by the wind, Xie Wuyang's ears buzzing, and a pair of hands holding his head firmly.
Amidst the chaos, Yun Wanzhou's breath was amplified to the extreme. Xie Wuyang could even distinguish which were Yun Wanzhou's breathing and which were Yun Wanzhou's heartbeat.
He didn't know what was wrong with him. Not long ago, he and this person were mortal enemies who were fighting to the death. Even today, Xie Wuyang still clearly remembered the broken snow that stabbed into his chest at the end of the war in the cultivation world.
But now when I think about it, I don’t know when that unforgettable emotion was replaced by another emotion, which is hard to explain, silent and inaudible, but has already penetrated deeply.
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips and struggled to break free from the restraints on his head, but was pushed back by a powerful force. Amidst the rustling of the wind, Yun Wanzhou's words reached Xie Wuyang's ears clearly, with a hint of comfort in his voice, "Don't be afraid."
If it were in the past, Xie Wuyang would have certainly disdained these two words. As the Demon Lord, he looked down upon the world of cultivation and was feared by everyone. How could he be afraid?
But when there really was someone protecting him in everything, Xie Wuyang didn't know how to react.
He couldn't see Yun Wanzhou's face clearly, so he could only raise his hand to grab the white robe fluttering beside him, and the inexplicable emotions in his heart disappeared along with it.
It was already an unknown amount of time later when I felt solid ground under my feet.
The strength of the formation is related to the cultivation level of its master. Jiang Lin's cultivation level is not low. Therefore, even with the interaction of the Broken Snow Sword Qi, Xie Wuyang was still dizzy from the pressure of the formation.
It was not until the familiar spiritual power was injected into his body from his forehead and the warm current flowed through his whole body that Xie Wuyang's mind suddenly became clear again.
What I saw was a familiar pavilion. The teacups on the table had not been cleared away yet, and the tea in the cups had already gone cold. It looked like the person had been away for quite some time.
Not long ago, Xie Wuyang came here and witnessed Jiang Lin and Jiang Shutong leaving. They took great pains to enter the dark room, but they never thought that what they were really looking for was right in front of them.
Xie Wuyang picked up the cup, looked at it twice, and then put it down. He turned his head to ask Yun Wanzhou's opinion. His lips opened and closed, and when he saw Yun Wanzhou's appearance at this moment, he was completely speechless.
Yun Wanzhou stood there silently, his thin lips tightly pursed. His face had lost all color and looked pale and weak.
The white robe that was always spotless now had several red marks on it. The shoulders were stained with blood, and drops of blood fell from the fingertips to the ground.
"Master..." Xie Wuyang stared at Yun Wanzhou's fingertips, which were constantly bleeding. His throat was dry and it took him an unknown amount of time to find his voice. "Don't you have a protective aura?"
Following Xie Wuyang's gaze, Yun Wanzhou's eyes fell on his own wound. He gathered spiritual power in his palm and waved it gently, turning the bloody mark into nothing. "It's okay."
Yun Wanzhou said calmly, "It's just a superficial wound."
Xie Wuyang suddenly remembered the scarred back he saw when he was applying medicine to Yun Wanzhou after coming out of Ye Nan's illusion.
Compared to those, this injury might really be insignificant to Yun Wanzhou, but Xie Wuyang felt that the wound was extremely glaring.
Even though Yun Wanzhou used his spiritual power to cover it up, Xie Wuyang still felt very upset.
"Master is just used to it." Xie Wuyang said in a muffled voice.
Getting used to pain doesn’t mean it won’t hurt.
But Yun Wanzhou was not a worm in Xie Wuyang's stomach, and could not understand the hidden meaning of Xie Wuyang's words. After hearing it, he just raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Xie Wuyang with a faint expression, "Hmm."
With a "hmm", all of Xie Wuyang's words of comfort were stuck in his throat, neither rising nor falling, and finally all fell back into his stomach. He turned his head and shifted his attention to the formation.
Although many of the immortal sect's formations are not easy to be discovered when they are set up, if you look closely, they are not without flaws.
But whether before or after entering the dark room, they looked at the pavilion and did not see any traces of formations.
This made Xie Wuyang wonder where the formation was set up.
"Master, have you discovered anything?" Xie Wuyang turned his head and asked.
With the cover of spiritual power, Yun Wanzhou looked the same as usual, with no signs of injury, but Xie Wuyang still couldn't help but glance at Yun Wanzhou's shoulder, then pretended to be calm and looked away.
Yun Wanzhou did not answer Xie Wuyang's question. Instead, he placed his hand on the pavilion pillar beside him, observing it for a while, then shook his head, "No."
Even someone like Yun Wanzhou, who was in the Mahayana stage, could not find any trace of the formation.
Could it be that there was something wrong with the Fuqian Formation and it was transmitted to the wrong place?
Xie Wuyang frowned and scanned the layout of the pavilion, his doubts growing.
Just a while ago, Jiang Lin and Jiang Shutong were sitting here drinking tea.
No matter how anxious Jiang Lin was, he wouldn't be stupid enough to set up his formation in the pavilion. Or was he really sure that he could ensure that the formation he set up would not be discovered?
In addition to the formation, there should also be a device that can carry the power to send the formation. Even if the formation can be hidden, where should the device be hidden?
Xie Wuyang was puzzled and looked up to discuss a countermeasure with Yun Wanzhou. Just as he opened his mouth, he suddenly heard footsteps, accompanied by a few sporadic words.
"The escape of Rock Sparrow is a thorny issue this time. Sect Leader, Senior Brother, must issue an order as soon as possible. We, the entire Lotus Mist Sect, must unite and find this demon!"
"Although the succession ceremony is imminent, as long as Junior Brother is in office, he cannot be a hands-off manager. If possible, I hope Junior Brother will..."
"Three days? My master's injuries haven't healed yet? How can there be three days? I am willing to handle all matters on my master's behalf. Elders, please don't be too aggressive."
"Oh, are we being aggressive? Everyone in the Lianwu Sect knows that besides a few of us elders, the only person left in the dungeon barrier is the Sect Leader's token, right?"
"What do you mean?" The footsteps became scattered and chaotic, mixed with Jiang Shutong's voice, which was filled with anger. "Do you know how serious the crime of slandering the Sect Leader is?"
"Master? Isn't he going to..."
It stopped abruptly. There was the sound of a sword being unsheathed, and someone placed a sword on someone else's neck. Jiang Lin sneered and said, "At least for now. Elder Ling, if I tell everyone in the Lianwu Sect about what you did in secret, how do you think you can still sit on the throne of elder?"
"you……"
Xie Wuyang just stood in the pavilion, listening to Elder Ling calling him "you" for a long time, and guessed that he was very angry.
It was not until the sound of stopped footsteps came again, getting closer and closer, that Xie Wuyang suddenly remembered his and Yun Wanzhou's situation.
"Master, run away..." Xie Wuyang turned hurriedly towards the forest.
He wanted to use his lightness skills to leap away, but in his haste he forgot there was a stone table behind him and bumped into it with his side.
Xie Wuyang's waist softened and his hands subconsciously supported themselves on the table. As a result, the teacup on the table was in trouble.
The crisp sound of porcelain falling to the ground was heard, and Xie Wuyang thought to himself that something was wrong.
The approaching footsteps not far away stopped, and a puzzled voice was heard, "Master, do you have guests in your courtyard?"
Jiang Lin was silent for a moment, then suddenly quickened his pace.
Xie Wuyang gritted his teeth and deeply understood the meaning of the eight words "Good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes singly."
Seeing Jiang Lin's footsteps getting closer and closer, Xie Wuyang grabbed Yun Wanzhou's yard and wanted to rush into the woods quickly. When his eyes fell on the place where the teacup fell, he suddenly stopped.
This pavilion is made of ordinary building materials, and the ground under your feet is ordinary.
The tea did not disperse quickly after it landed on the ground. Instead, it flowed towards the same place in a very tacit understanding and flowed into a rather hidden gap in the ground.
Xie Wuyang's pupils trembled, and he turned his head to meet Yun Wanzhou's equally surprised gaze.
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