I have an eternal eye

Looking at the giant thing in the distance, Zhang Biao frowned.

Although he has established a connection with "Xuanhuang", such an ancient organization has only six ferrymen since its establishment. If you think about it, you will know that this boatman is not that good.

The task in half a year will probably be a test.

To be successful, two conditions must be met.

One is mobile. The world is vast, and Youqian City must not only have the ability to break through boundaries, but also must have sufficient speed.

The second is protection. Youqian City must have the strength to escape from danger, otherwise everything will be in vain.

Youqian City originally moved with the help of the ancient formation and the power of the twelve-hour dream evil. A single thought can travel through all realms.

It's a pity that this heaven-defying ability in the Dimu Era has completely become a decoration due to the changes in the rules of heaven and earth in the Yuanxu Era.

There is also a solution, which is to use the power of "moment" to lift the bathtub-shaped Youqian City. The Twelve O'clock Dream Demon is also like a tentacle paddle, moving under the combined action of the two forces.

To this end, Zhang Biao did not hesitate to contribute the Yin-Yang Diagram.

The advantage of this is that as Zhang Biao collects enough "moments", the speed of Youqian City will become faster and faster, and Yin soldiers can also be stationed in the city.

Maybe in the future, Youqian City can be used to travel through the underworld.

Unfortunately, he underestimated the movement caused by the flowing River Styx in the dream world, attracting this powerful evil spirit.

This time, the other party did not bear the curse.

The evil spirits of the first level of Xuan level are not that easy to deal with.

And this is just the beginning.

As Youqian City moves, more and more evil objects from the Remnant Dream Layer will be attracted. Even if his Taoism improves in the future, he cannot always take action himself...

While he was thinking, Master Qianji suddenly said with regret: "It's a pity that the core formation of 'Thousand-faced Youluo' is difficult to use, otherwise there would be no need to be afraid of this guy."

After Zhang Biao heard this, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind.

The so-called "Thousand Faces of Youluo" are relief sculptures of large and small human faces outside the city wall. They may seem strange, but they are not just decorations.

The general operating rules of Youqian City are to use the twelve-hour dream demon to hunt nightmares and absorb spiritual energy, which is used to maintain the operation of the formation.

The evil spirits of nightmares not only have spiritual energy, but also residual resentment essence. These things will be filtered by the "Thousand-faced Youluo" and turned into a terrifying spell attack.

As the rules of heaven and earth changed, the "Thousand-faced Youluo" stopped operating, and the spirit of resentment could not be separated, which naturally caused the twelve-hour dream evil to be blocked and destroyed one by one.

What he thought was that the operating principle of this thing was somewhat similar to that of Nuo Mian Birch. It also absorbed the evil spirit of nightmares and used it to perform dream magic.

Maybe it can be modified...

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao immediately took Master Qianji back to the Youqian City Temple, stood on the altar, pinched the magic formula, and disappeared immediately.

When he opened his eyes again, he had entered a bronze hall.

This is the core formation area of ​​Youqian City, located on the base below the Bronze Temple. No one can enter without Zhang Biao's leadership.

The core area is also a rotunda, surrounded by twelve towering statues wearing cloaks and holding swords. Their faces cannot be seen under the hoods.

These are the twelve-hour dream statues.

Zhang Biao has checked with his spiritual eyes. These statues are also at the Xuan level. They contain the core of an unknown object, which is used to capture the evil dream.

The good thing is that these statues were not damaged, so after they cleared away the blockage and resentment, the Twelve O'clock Dream Demon could resume operation.

As the formation recovered, the statue also turned into an inky black color, exuding a glass-like brilliance.

In the center of the rotunda, there is an altar, which is a bit like the altar of the ancient ancestors. It looks like a pyramid with half of it cut off, surrounded by faces of all sizes.

On top of the altar stands a giant metal egg, which is the core of Youqian City. It has only a glimmer of life left, half dead and unable to be revived.

Not only that, there are also dense formations and runes on the ground, which look like jade inlaid in the metal ground. The structure is extremely complicated.

Unfortunately, the jade talismans have been broken in many places, and the surrounding bronze ground has also changed from golden to covered with patina.

Master Qianji had already been brought here by Zhang Biao. When he saw this, he shook his head and said: "What are you doing here? Although I have obtained the formation diagram, I am still confused about many things and cannot repair them at all."

"No need to fix."

Zhang Biao shook his head and said: "After all, it is a thing from the last era. Even if it is repaired, it may not be usable. All we have to do is add modifications."

"I invite you here just to see if the 'Thousand-faced Youluo' can still absorb the nightmare essence. Fang Xiangzong has the technique of nightmare curse. As long as the essence is replenished, it can also be cast with the help of formations."

As he spoke, he explained the principles of the Nightmare Curse, took out a pen and paper, and drew the Nightmare Curse Formation.

"Huh?"

After Master Qianji looked at it for a while, red light flashed in the eyes of large and small spiders, and he took out the formation diagram of Youqian City, looked back and forth on the ground several times, and said thoughtfully: "According to the diagram, 'Thousand-faced Youluo' It was the damage to the spell casting formation that caused the siltation, but the rest can still be used."

"But the formation is complicated, I need to think more..."

Seeing this, Zhang Biao had no choice but to leave first.

Master Qianji stayed behind to study.

Zhang Biao is not worried. Firstly, Master Qianji has taken refuge, and secondly, without his permission, this Youqian City is a big prison in the residual dream layer, and there is no way to leave.

After leaving the temple, Zhang Biao looked at the twelve towers around him. The golden cicada blood god Gu in his body suddenly trembled and made a violent cicada chirp.

Buzz!

Suddenly, a huge roar sounded, and densely packed groups of soul-eating cicadas roared out from the twelve towers, forming a huge insect cloud in the air.

The number is close to 50,000.

The aura of nightmare spirits accumulated in the tower is harmful to the Twelve O'clock Dream Evil, but it is a delicacy to the Soul-Eating Cicada.

After all the watchtowers were cleared, the number of Soul-Eating Cicadas suddenly expanded to 50,000.

As the Twelve O'clock Dream Fiend captures nightmares, the Soul-Eating Cicada can also serve as a plumber and as a defense for Youqian City.

Zhang Biao reached out and made a move, and a soul-devouring cicada immediately flew to his hand. He knew it was the second-grade yellow-level cicada without the need for spiritual vision.

He pondered for a moment, and the Golden Chan Blood God Gu suddenly roared out, emitting golden light all over his body and igniting the phoenix fire.

Phew~

All the soul-eating cicadas also lit up the phoenix fire at the same time, and in the blink of an eye, a huge cloud of phoenix fire appeared in the sky.

Zhang Biao made an estimate and shook his head slightly.

The Soul-Eating Cicada itself cannot produce Phoenix Fire, but because of the function of the Golden Cicada Blood God Gu, it can be used as a medium for igniting fire. Just like Mo Wen Dao, the Phoenix Fire released all comes from him.

Such a huge fire cloud caused the phoenix fire in his body to be consumed quickly, but he could still maintain it easily.

That's right, there was no clue about the magic weapon that could carry the Phoenix Fire for a while, and time didn't allow it. Therefore, Zhang Biao decided to use the Mo Man Sword and the Soul-Eating Cicada as a balancing force when building the foundation to prevent himself from exploding. And died.

But at that time, the terrifying spiritual energy from heaven and earth will be attracted, and the power of the phoenix fire will be further strengthened.

The second-grade soul-devouring cicada would probably be completely unbearable.

Therefore, he decided to relax the restrictions and allow the Soul-Eating Cicada to be upgraded to the sixth or seventh level during this period. It should be able to withstand the Phoenix Fire, which is also the limit he can control.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao immediately jumped onto the city wall and looked at the ancient giant elephant Nightmare lingering in the distance.

In order for the Soul-eating Cicada to grow, it must require a huge amount of spiritual energy, and it must constantly capture nightmares.

This thing is an obstacle and must be removed.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Biao immediately sat cross-legged, the five yin and yang flags roared out and rotated around him, and the Mo Wen Dao also floated in front of him.

During this period, under the influence of the twelve o'clock dream evil, Nuo Mian Boqi also accumulated enough nightmare essence, enough to cast a nightmare spell formation.

The nightmare spell is the nemesis of such evil things.

Huhuhu...

As the five yin and yang flags whirred and rotated, a massive amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth gathered to form a temporary formation altar.

At the same time, as Zhang Biao squeezed the magic formula, the bronze one-eye on Nuo's face also began to brew a nightmare spell.

With sufficient energy, ninth-level Taoism, and the blessing of the Yin-Yang Five Directions Flag Altar, the power of the Nightmare Curse has increased linearly.

The red blood light on the bronze eyes became stronger and stronger. In the end, it was like a huge blood-colored light bulb, reflecting the entire city wall in blood red.

Under the tyrannical force, the five flags of Yin and Yang buzzed and trembled.

As if sensing danger, the giant elephant was evil and uneasy, shaking the sea of ​​clouds and circling around.

It's a pity that Youqian City can't be found.

This is the power of Youqian City's formation. Not only can it turn the imaginary into reality, but it can also form its own realm, like a cave, with extremely strong concealment capabilities.

When the nightmare curse reached its limit, Zhang Biao suddenly pointed forward.

Boom!

A bucket-sized ball of Nightmare Curse blood shot out instantly.

The huge red eyeball of the unsuspecting giant elephant nightmare was instantly penetrated, and the huge head turned into black mist and scattered.

"hold head high--!"

As expected of Xuan Pin Xie Sui, he did not collapse immediately after receiving such a heavy blow, but raised his half-remaining head, raised his trunk high, and let out a long neighing sound.

The sound is like a bell and a roar of a dragon.

The transparent ripples visible to the naked eye spread, and ripples suddenly appeared outside the space of Youqian City.

The evil spirit of this giant elephant turned into billowing black mist, and with a sudden thrust of its glowing red tusks, it broke through the territory of Youqian City and got in.

In this realm that turned virtuality into reality, its appearance also changed. It was originally a ball of black smoke, but after getting into it, it turned into a viscous liquid similar to asphalt. Only the blood-red one eye and a pair of tusks remained intact. .

The mucus wriggles, as if trying to reshape its body.

Zhang Biao is not surprised. This is the case in the Youqian City area. It can be hidden normally, but if the Twelve O'clock Dream Evil or other forces surge out, it will be discovered.

But his attack had just begun.

Buzz!

The five yin and yang flags rotated to form a sword altar. Accompanied by violent roars, the Mowen Sword roared out wrapped in phoenix thunder and fire.

This is the real trump card.

Before the giant elephant had time to condense its form, it was torn into pieces. At the same time, dense clouds of soul-eating cicadas roared out, burrowing into the mucus and quickly devouring it.

With the cooperation of Mo Man Dao and Soul-eating Cicada Chongyun, the resentment aura of the giant elephant nightmare was constantly being swallowed up, gradually losing its ability to resist.

Finally, the giant stopped moving, and at the same time a red light roared in and was absorbed by the Nuo-faced bronze eyes.

Zhang Biao had experience and immediately closed his eyes.

boom!

A dizzying scene suddenly appeared in his mind.

Towering mountains, erupting volcanoes, forests of giant trees hundreds of feet high, the aura is as rich as mist...

The fire was blazing, and countless ancient ancestors wearing tattered animal skins were prostrate beside them, kneeling and worshiping...

The dark clouds in the sky are billowing, and there seems to be something foreign hidden in them...

It is the nightmare of the giant elephant, the broken memory of the savage era.

Unlike the last time I killed Canmeng Wu, the memory this time is clearer and even formed a small illusion...