Soul Devouring Sword Master

In the blink of an eye, seven days passed, and almost every one of them was in the same situation.

Although there is no danger, the atmosphere in the city is becoming more and more solemn. Many people have not closed their eyes for several nights and have not had a good night's sleep. This feeling like a light on the back is simply crazy.

At the same time, hundreds of thousands of miles away.

A river flows quietly, and by the river, at this moment, many figures have gathered. At a glance, they are all disciples and elders of the Holy Sect.

In front of these people, there is a white-haired old man, who does not look like he belongs to the Holy Sect. He is dressed in a large spiritual robe and has a childish face with white hair. He has an aura of extraordinary aura.

At this moment, the white-haired old man was holding a compass and walking along the river. Every now and then, with just a touch of his finger, a spiritual pattern would fly out and submerge into the river.

There are six horizontal stripes on his sleeves. Obviously, he is a sixth-level spiritual pattern master.

call out! call out...

I saw the white-haired old man shooting out spiritual patterns one after another, hitting different locations in the river. Miraculously, there was no splash, as if he was directly integrated into it.

After an unknown amount of time, the white-haired old man clicked on the last spiritual pattern.

boom! !

In an instant, in a certain area of ​​the river, the water within a hundred feet in radius exploded, causing large splashes of water. Immediately, among the water splashes, a huge spiritual pattern formation emerged from the river, shining with light. The next moment, the formation cracked inch by inch, and finally completely shattered.

"This is the thirty-seventh formation,"

On the shore, the white-haired old man breathed out, stroked his beard, and smiled on his face, "If you guessed correctly, this water seven-kill formation is made up of thirty-nine formations, and there should be some left. The last two formations.”

"Mr. Zhuo, thank you for your hard work. Today, you can break the last two formations."

At this time, an elder from the Holy Sect stepped forward and said with a respectful smile, this person was actually Sima Changkong.

"It shouldn't be a big problem."

Mr. Zhuo waved his hand and gave me some more spiritual water. I need to restore my spiritual power.

"no problem."

Sima Changkong responded, and immediately asked someone to get the spiritual water, but deep in his eyes, there was a subtle strange light flashing.

After using the spiritual water, Mr. Zhuo drank a pot of tea and rested on the recliner for a while. Several disciples of the Holy Sect massaged and rubbed his legs. Then he stood up and began to dissolve the spiritual pattern formation again.

Half an hour later, another spiritual pattern formation was cracked.

"The last one is still missing."

Zhuo Lao twisted his neck, stretched his muscles, and began to look for a way to crack the last spiritual pattern formation.

The last formation seemed a little difficult, but Mr. Zhuo was obviously experienced and methodical in observing, analyzing, and dismantling it. Although the speed was a little slow, he never stopped.

Two hours later, as Mr. Zhuo struck out the last spiritual pattern, the last spiritual pattern formation was finally cracked.

"It took seven hours, but it's finally done."

Mr. Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, showed a satisfied look, turned to look at Sima Changkong and others, "I have helped you decipher this spirit pattern formation. According to the agreement, a first-level divine refining technique, plus thirty kilograms of spirit Leave all the water to me."

With that, Mr. Zhuo stretched out his hand.

"That's natural,"

Sima Changkong smiled, walked up to Mr. Zhuo, took out a Nai Ring, "Everything is inside, Mr. Zhuo, thank you for your hard work this time."

After taking the ring, Mr. Zhuo scanned it with his spiritual consciousness and nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, the Holy Sect really keeps its word. Now, let's open the Ice and Fire Tomb."

"Mr. Zhuo, I don't need you to worry about opening the Ice and Fire Tomb. Just leave it to us. The matter is over and you can leave."

Sima Changkong smiled lightly.

"Um?"

As soon as he said this, Mr. Zhuo narrowed his eyes and his face suddenly darkened, "What do you mean? Isn't it better before? After the ice and fire tomb is opened, can I go in together?"

"Mr. Zhuo, you should accept it as soon as you see fit. You should understand this, right?"

A smile appeared at the corners of Sima Changkong's lips, "In addition to cracking the formation, we will make you comfortable these days. You can make tea whenever you want. When you are tired, you can find someone to massage. That's about it. If you are greedy, you will be able to do it." Get yourself into trouble."

By the last sentence, there was already a hint of threat.

This Mr. Zhuo is not one of the four major forces in the Eastern Wasteland, but a casual cultivator, a veteran spirit pattern master who has lived for hundreds of years. This time, he came to help at the invitation of the Holy Sect.

According to the previous agreement between the two parties, the Holy Sect, after the completion of the matter, will give Mr. Zhuo a divine refining technique, spiritual water, and the right to enter the Ice and Fire Tomb together.

The skills and spiritual water were given to him, but now, it was obvious that the Holy Sect had no intention of letting him enter the Ice and Fire Tomb together.

"When you invited me over before, you were not like this."

Zhuo Lao narrowed his eyes and looked a little gloomy.