Cangling World

"He can't escape!"

Lin Luo whispered, her tone icy cold.

"Queer, protect everyone."

Abandoning these words, he cast his body and sword shadow, like a sword qi piercing the fog, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

"There is terror on the main peak of Zixiao, don't go!"

Ji Haiyou reminded loudly, but Lin Luo had already left, as if he hadn't heard him.

Luo Yufei stared at the direction Lin Luo was heading, and thought for a while, but did not catch up.

She really wanted to help, but she knew that with her own strength, she wouldn't say whether she could catch up with Lin Luo, and even if she did, it would only be a burden.

At the same time, she was also deeply surprised. She wondered why Lin Luo's cultivation had broken through so quickly.

Mo Ruxue did not speak, she took a middle-grade Xuanjie Healing Pill to recover her injuries.

When she joined forces with other disciples of Wuwangyuan, she was not Lin Luo's enemy.

Now that Lin Luo was found to be the top expert of the ninth level of infuriating energy, it was even more unpleasant in his heart.

Compared to the others, Queer stood there with a puzzled look, looked at her hands, and asked, "I heard it right, Master asked me to protect everyone here? However, I only have the first level of true qi cultivation. !"

"Choose one of the people around, at least the fifth level of True Qi, much stronger than me, how can I protect it?"

Queer looked around for a week, her little face was full of daze.

...

On the main peak of Zixiao.

Lin Luo followed the breath left by the ghost-faced demon and tracked it all the way.

The main peak is very high, about a thousand feet.

Three sides of this mountain are as steep as cuts, with a drop of seven or eight hundred zhang, making it extremely difficult to climb.

But on the other side, the **** is relatively gentle and easy to ascend.

Right now, Lin Luo was chasing after the gentle side of the mountain.

The higher you go, the lighter the purple mist.

But the air seemed to be mixed with mercury, making it very heavy.

"Gravity Field?"

Lin Luo frowned, feeling that his body was several times heavier.

However, his physical strength has reached hundreds of tigers, even if his body is ten times or a hundred times heavier, he still runs like a fly.

After a few ups and downs, Lin Luo could climb up to a hundred feet.

It took only half a cup of tea to reach the top of the thousand-zhang peak.

The top of the mountain is a regular octagonal platform with a radius of ten feet. It is made of old blue bricks and has a long history.

At the center of the platform is a small spring.

The spring water spewed upwards, radiant with brilliance.

But the strange thing is that this spring has always maintained the same water level, neither rising nor falling.

Lin Luo didn't step on the platform, but looked at the figure who was cross-legged behind the spring.

This is an old man in a purple robe.

He was holding a whisk, immortal style, and a purple-red bamboo tube on his side, with ancient characters engraved on it.

Lin Luo's spiritual sense swept away, and found that the bamboo tube had a faint array of breath flowing out, submerged into the main peak of Zixiao below, circulated through the internal texture for a week, and then returned to the bamboo tube, as if the human body's meridians circulated around the sky.

"What an illusion!"

Lin Luo stomped on the ground, holding the Scarlet Flame Sword and slashing down suddenly.

With a sound of "Dang", a long bell rang out from the void ahead.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the Scarlet Flame Sword stopped in mid-air, as if it had hit an invisible barrier.

Ripples slowly spread from the collision point, revealing the real situation behind.

The top of the mountain is still the old platform, and the center is still the splendid Purple Spirit Spring.

However, the immortal old man and the bamboo tube that exuded a strange aura all vanished.

Instead, it was an old bamboo.

This old bamboo is rooted in Ziling Spring, and its roots are white and purple, very dense, like white dragons biting the walls of the spring.

Its trunk is not high, only three feet, with a total of thirteen sections, and the thickness from bottom to top is exactly the same.

Each section of the old bamboo grows five purple bamboo leaves with complicated runes, which always communicate with the great formation below.

"Ten Thousand Years Purple Bamboo!"

Lin Luo's eyes narrowed.

After Zizhu has grown to nine thousand years, it will be able to give birth to spiritual wisdom, possessing power that is not inferior to that of the Profound Opening Realm.

This old bamboo has thirteen sections, has lived for at least 13,000 years, and exudes a breath that is not inferior to that of a middle-level Tong Xuan.

"Young man, this is the old man's dojo, I advise you to retreat quickly!"

Lao Zhu opened a soy bean-sized eye, staring straight at Lin Luo, as if to devour him.

Lin Luo did not retreat.

He looked past the old bamboo, looked at the ghost-faced monster hiding behind him, and snorted coldly, "It seems that after escaping from the great formation of Jiuhu Mountain, you are protected by this old bamboo. No wonder your strength has recovered so quickly."

Over the years, the seal formation below the Three Lakes has occasionally loosened, and many demons have escaped.

Although most of them were killed by Ao Xiaolong, it was inevitable that some fish would slip through the net.

"Jie Jie Jie, Daoist Zizhu is the benefactor of this king, and also my guardian. With his old man here, you can't touch me!" The ghost-faced demon burst into laughter, and even the surrounding water mist was washed away. Pressed down to the ground.

Lin Luo frowned, and his eyes fell on Daoist Zizhu: "Why, are you sure you want to protect the demon clan? Don't you know their sinister nature?"

Daoist Zizhu snorted coldly and said in a bad tone, "Sinister? In this world, who can compare to your human race? Invading the territory of this Daoist and plundering many innocent Zizhu, don't you think it's ridiculous that you still want to force me to surrender allies? ?"

Lin Luo opened his mouth, but did not speak.

He understood.

It's a matter of position.

Just like he and Chu Xuan could have been friends, but their positions were different and they were destined to become enemies.

"Looks like it doesn't make sense to you."

Lin Luo took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly sharp, and said, "If that's the case, let's fight!"

The Scarlet Flame Sword instantly burst into the sky, and the fine red sword energy slashed down one after another, extremely sharp, blowing the hair and breaking the hair.

But only listening to the sound of "dang", a huge hemispherical transparent shield floated in the air, easily blocking all sword energy.

"Formation!"

Lin Luo squinted his eyes and did not continue.

With his eyesight, he could not see the power of this formation.

This formation takes Taoist Zizhu as its eye, the entire main peak as its foundation, and the mountains and rivers as its source of strength. It is very delicate.

Even a half-step celestial being can't break through this formation with a strong attack!

There are only two ways to break it.

First, use the power of Heavenly Human or stronger.

Second, use the source of the formation, directly pass through the shield, and enter the platform to kill and solve Daoist Zizhu.

"Junior Human Race, you finally see the subtlety of this formation, and you know you can't break it, right?" Daoist Zizhu said in the presence of the old god.

The ghost-faced demon laughed loudly and said, "When this king regains his strength, he will be sure to exterminate the Er and the rest of the human race, and leave no one behind!"

Lin Luo's eyes gradually became cold, and he firmly grasped the hilt of the sword.

Chi Yanjian seemed to feel the killing intent in his heart, and a raging flame ignited on the surface.

Seeing this, the grimace demon sneered: "Why, do you think you can break through the great formation of Daoist Zizhu?"

Daoist Zizhu said coldly: "Junior Human Race, you should worry about yourself first!"

As soon as his voice fell, the purple mist at the bottom of the mountain immediately boiled, spewing out a column of mist the thickness of a bucket, straight to the top of the mountain, and the sound of the call was deafening, spreading all over the Zixiao Mountain.

"what happened?"

Luo Yufei, Queer and the others at the foot of the mountain looked up at this shocking scene, and their breathing suddenly stopped.

Even if it is a hundred miles away, Elder Lu can clearly see this scene.

His expression changed greatly, and he suddenly said in shock: "No, Zizhu Laodao is going to show his power again! My peerless genius, don't go up the mountain to seek death!"