Panguan

Shuying couldn't protect them anymore, she struggled to grab the lifted tree roots, trying to scatter a few talisman papers in all directions, to help them out.

After all, being able to control two puppets at the same time is already the ultimate for a normal puppet master.

Who knew that she hadn't pasted the third piece of talisman paper, and she threw out the third puppet when she heard it.

the fuck-

The Zhang siblings looked over in shock at the same time.

I am afraid that no one in this world understands the difficulty of this matter better than them.

But what they couldn't help looking at more was the appearance of those puppets, which always reminded people of some terrible gods...but there were some differences.

Zhang Yalin looked sideways frequently, because he was distracted and was almost swept into the crack of Huanran.

When Wen Shi released the fourth puppet, Zhang Yalin's expression changed a little.

Zhang Lan forgot to paste the talisman paper, and looked up at the gods and demons fighting in the sky in a daze.

And this place is still stubbornly persisting...

In fact, when he heard it, he had already started to struggle, the four giant beasts consumed his spirit quickly, and the spirit that was only fragmented began to shake unceasingly.

He frowned, and when he was about to throw out the fifth puppet, a hand reached out and grabbed him.

"Wait a minute." Xie asked.

He was stunned for a moment when he heard it, and was turning his head to look at him, when he suddenly heard the faint sound of running water coming from somewhere.

The voice was empty, like flowing in a deep cave.

The two were stunned at the same time.

Because they used to be very familiar with that voice. Every morning when they wake up and go to sleep at night, there is such a flowing water accompanied by forest sea and pines.

That was... the voice of Songyun Mountain.

Before I heard it, I didn't know when I heard it, but I actually missed this sound so much.

A thousand years, long time no see.

He followed the prestige and saw all the puppets' "shadows" withdraw their attacks in an instant, dissipating between the sky and the earth like the morning fog in the mountains.

Countless golden cracks spread down from the sky, and the next moment, the invisible barrier shattered.

"Is this... a collapse?" Xia Qiao raised his head and said blankly.

Zhang Lan was in a trance for a long time, and said softly, "No, the eye opened by itself."

Xia Qiao: "But... isn't the eye of the formation inaccessible to outsiders?"

He wasn't quite right, but no one corrected him.

Because in the next second, twelve huge tall shadows came out from between the shattered barriers, surrounding everyone like twelve high mountains.

They have wide robes and long sleeves, like ghosts in the mountains.

"What is this?" Xia Qiao murmured.

The siblings of the Zhang family opened their mouths but were unable to speak.

Xie Wen said softly, "Zhen Ling."

Since ancient times, only a handful of formations have passed through the cycle of the sun and the moon for thousands of years, and can raise formation spirits, which represent the remaining thoughts of the formation builders and guard this place as loyal servants.

If you are not an old friend, you will not open the gate.

Whether it is Zhang Lan or Zhang Yalin, they have heard too many rumors, so of course they know this.

So they fell into a daze for a long time, and suddenly they couldn't react.

The next second, they saw the formation spirit symbolizing the twelve branches of the heavenly stem, sniffed lightly in the direction of Wen Shi, and then knelt down with sleeves thrown.

Chapter 74

Everyone knows that spirits have the most sensitive perception, can see things that ordinary people can't see, and can smell things that ordinary people can't smell.

When the twelve spirits knelt down on the ground, Zhang Lan actually understood.

She knew that these spirits must have smelled a familiar spirit and recognized someone.

But it's still unbelievable.

She always felt that this was not real, that someone had created a real illusion through the array, and was playing a huge joke on them.

She even wanted to touch the spirit array, to test the authenticity...

Then the aunt really touched it.

After touching it, she only felt a buzzing in her head, as if someone bumped into an ancient clock with a heavy wood in her arms, and with a "dang", she was shocked——

The touched spirit didn't feel anything. They just lowered their bodies and made the most respectful salute in ancient times. The sound was like a long wind blowing through the rocky caves in the mountains and forests, and the ancient Xun that had rang for thousands of years.

"I follow my lord's will to guard the territory of Songyun Mountain, praying for a thousand years, and finally open the gate. Now I will welcome the old man back home with plain clothes and a long ceremony."

The moment the voice fell, the rocks and trees flew away.

All the surrounding scenes, under the shattered and collapsed barrier, began to reorganize around the twelve formations of spirits, and gradually pieced together another scene.

The moment a boulder hit the ground with a bang...

With a puff, Zhang Lan knelt down.

Xia Qiao was still dazed at first, but was taken aback by her kneeling.

On the other hand, her younger brother Zhang Yalin was much better, although his expression was stunned, as if he was experiencing a world-shattering dream. But no matter what, he always stood upright. At this time, he saved half of the Zhang family's face.

The formation spirits are as tall as a mountain, and the coercion in a circle is too strong, and ordinary people can't bear it at all. Xia Qiao felt his scalp numb and his legs go limp.

He didn't dare to speak at first, but after looking at Zhang Lan for several times, he still couldn't hold back, but his voice was very low, for fear of alarming those spirits: "Sister, what are you doing?"

Zhang Lan's voice was softer than his, as if sleepwalking: "It's okay, I'm tired of standing and kneel down."

Xia Qiao: "..."

Zhang Lan continued to murmur: "You

Don't call me sister either, I'm afraid. "

Xia Qiao: "?"

Zhang Lan closed his eyes for a moment, then grabbed his hanging hand, the long nails almost dug into his flesh, and asked quietly: "Tell me the truth, what is your brother's last name..."