Above the Immortal Cultivation

Looking at the powerful invisible formation that blocked him from entering, Wang Lu did not act rashly.

The ancient formation was not so easy to mess with.

It was not like any formation he had encountered before. Without the guidance of a cultivator, it could only passively take a beating. Not to mention how powerful the ancient masters were, just the fact that they covered a sect area of ​​hundreds of millions of miles could roughly guess how powerful they were at that time.

From this, it can be inferred that this mountain protection formation was powerful.

Even if all the people in this sect had died, this formation would never be manipulated by others. If you use force on it, its counterattack would follow.

In this case, how did Peng Yong and others get in?

Oh, this is not simple, because they have a token. In his opinion, the token is the only key to open this formation.

He also thought about whether it was possible to find other tokens. However, the world is so big, where can you find it? Just relying on luck is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

The key point is that in the past thirty years, those who should die must have died, and those who are alive have basically grabbed the token, and there are no extra fish that slip through the net.

Even if there is, the probability of encountering it is very small.

There is only one way to escape from this world, that is to enter it, find the holder of the token, and either kill him or let him hand it over obediently.

Humph, in front of life, there is no morality to speak of, it is worthless.

Now it seems that the way to break the formation is to wake up Zijiu and see if it has any good way.

If not, you can only wait patiently, use the snow pupil to find the flaw of the formation, and then get in.

Although it will take a lot of time to do this, he has no choice.

"Swish."

While calling, Zijiu still flew out with a low mood, flashed to his shoulder, and when he saw this formation, Zijiu's wings were folded tightly, as if facing a great enemy.

After observing for a few breaths, Zijiu spread his wings, and "swoosh", two small eyes shot out two strange lights, one gray and one purple, which then intertwined and entangled, and "waved" into the invisible and colorless formation.

Just when Wang Lu thought that this attack was broken by the formation, a light "bang" sound was heard, and the purple-gray crystal silk was caught off guard and bounced back by the formation, heading straight for Zijiu.

"Hah."

It was said late, but it was fast. When the crystal silk was about to pierce Zijiu's eyes, a hard iron fist like a mountain came out from the side and punched the crystal silk.

"Boom."

The crystal silk was annihilated without a trace, and Wang Lu couldn't help shaking his body.

The power of this formation was far beyond expectations, and even Zijiu was almost hit.

In order to comfort Zijiu, who was frightened by his own crystal silk, Wang Lu talked endlessly and gently, so that the little butterfly returned to the spirit beast bag without self-blame and fell asleep peacefully.

Hey, you.

"Hmph, you're looking for death!"

After comforting Zijiu, Wang Lu suddenly changed color and put on a fierce look with gnashing teeth.

Zijiu was as important to him as Chen Yaer. Chen Yaer was his wife, and Zijiu was his child.

It was not that Zijiu could not escape, but that it had never encountered a day when "it was actually attacked by its own magical power".

It was horrified and dumbfounded.

Damn it, dare to touch my Zijiu, you're looking for death!

Wang Lu was furious, his eyes were slightly condensed, he sat cross-legged in the void, letting the wind whistle, indifferent.

He carefully recalled all the formations he had seen and encountered from Yang Kelin, the mysterious island, the abyss in the sea.

A month passed quickly, and in his eyes, a blue light thread that was a million times thinner than a hair flashed like lightning.

He passed it lightly, like an old monk sitting in silence, unmoved by wind and rain.

Three months later, the second green light thread was exactly the same.

Half a year passed, and the third red light came.

Nine months later, the fourth yellow light appeared.

A year passed, and the fifth golden light flashed by.

Time is like running water, and three years slipped away silently.

Wang Lu stood up, with his hands behind his back, and a surging wave ran wildly in his heart. He had gained something.

This nameless strong formation is extraordinary. It is based on gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. Water produces wood, wood produces fire, fire produces earth, earth produces gold, and gold produces water. It is linked together, endless, and rounded, with almost no flaws.

However, because no one has presided over it for many years, and it has been constantly drawing the spiritual veins of mountains, rivers, and underground for endless years, even if the spiritual veins are as vast as the ocean, they cannot withstand its emptying.

Finally, a flaw was revealed.

If he had not obtained the snow pupils before the ten thousand years of absolute ice, he would not be able to see the reason even if he stared for ten thousand years.

However, the present is different from the past. Among the countless interweaving and shuttling fine light threads, he caught five slightly different but almost identical light threads.

They are red, green, yellow, gold, or blue. From this, it can be deduced that this formation is based on the principle of the five elements. It is indeed not easy to find loopholes in the cycle of the five elements.

If someone presides over it and the spiritual energy is full, there will be no five colors, but chaotic colorlessness.

The five colored light threads that seem almost undetectable are so insignificant among the trillions of light threads, but in the eyes of the formation master, they are enough to kill.

Wang Lu is not a formation master, but he with snow pupils is comparable to a formation master, or even a formation grandmaster.

Although I know that "you" did not intentionally kill my Zi Jiu, it is my Zi Jiu, and it protects me better than its own Zi Jiu.

Formation, formation, you must be a little tired after running for billions of years.

In order to make you less tired, let me send you to renew your relationship with your old friends from billions of years ago.

You only have one year left in this world, please cherish it.

Wang Lu lowered his eyelids, a mad murderous intent soared into the sky.

For Zi Jiu, he wanted to destroy this formation.