Yunmeng Peak

Chapter 116 Qingyang Sect

Half a day later, the entire stone forest was shaking non-stop. With a loud noise, Cheng Yuan, who was suspended in mid-air, waved the dozens of array flags around his body to various positions in the stone forest. The number of formation flags continued to decrease, and the shaking of the ground became larger and larger.

After dozens of breaths, all the formation flags fell, and the trembling ground returned to calm.

A moment later, in the stone forest, earth-yellow silk threads composed of runes began to appear among the array flags scattered everywhere. The rune threads intertwined with each other, and the cone shape of a magic circle emerged in the crisscross pattern like this. out, covering the entire stone forest.

Cheng Yuanjie and Cheng Xiangguang were reminded by Mr. Cheng Yuan before setting up the formation, and they withdrew from the area of ​​the stone forest early.

Cheng Yuan in the sky first slowly stretched out his palm, touching the core of the formation composed entirely of runes.

When his palm touched the core of the formation, a stream of khaki spiritual power slowly flowed out from his body along with his palm into the formation.

There was also a trace of Cheng Yuanxian's divine consciousness mixed in this spiritual power. As the spiritual energy deepened, Cheng Yuanxian also began to hold his breath and concentrate, and then he sat cross-legged in mid-air.

After half a stick of incense, the core of the magic circle began to continuously absorb the surrounding soil attribute aura.

Cheng Yuanjie and the two looked at this scene with dignified faces, took out their magic weapons, and took the initiative to release the fluctuations in their own cultivation, ready to fight at any time.

At the same time, on the outskirts of Qingcang Ridge, the monsters lurking everywhere sensed that something nearby was rapidly absorbing spiritual energy, and bloodthirsty expressions appeared in their eyes.

"Roar"

In the inner circle of Qingcang Ridge, driven by a monster with a terrifying aura, the low-level monsters in the periphery rushed towards that place to absorb spiritual energy.

A moment later, in the stone forest, Cheng Yuanjie frowned slightly.

"It really came!"

Cheng Xiangguang's spiritual sense didn't detect any enemies around him, so he turned his head to look at Cheng Yuanjie beside him with a puzzled expression. He wanted to ask what happened, but he didn't expect that Cheng Yuanjie, who was holding a silver spear, took off directly in the sky. In the air, the aura of the third layer of foundation building was revealed.

Seeing this situation, a gleam of light flashed in Cheng Xiangguang's eyes above the ground, and he understood Cheng Yuanjie's actions just now.

A few miles away, the monsters rushing out from Qingcang Ridge sensed an extremely powerful monk's aura at the place where the aura was absorbed, and they all looked up at the slender figure in the midair, staying where they were not daring. When he moved, his eyes were full of fear, but the monsters did not retreat.

Seeing this situation, Cheng Yuanjie in mid-air had a ruthless look in his eyes, and under Cheng Xiangguang's startled gaze, it turned into a blue light and shadow, and quickly flew towards the direction of those monsters.

Cheng Yuanxian, who was in the sky above the center of the stone forest, seemed to have already known what was happening around him, slowly opened his eyes, turned his head and looked at the blue light and shadow killing the monster beast, and let out a long sigh.

After a few breaths, Cheng Yuanxian regained his composure, lowered his head and looked at the ground with a gleam of light in his eyes, exclaimed in a low voice: "There is a spiritual vein!"

As for Cheng Xiangguang on the ground, he didn't know what to do at this time. After thinking for a while, he made up his mind and took out the flying magic weapon from the storage bag to kill the monster several miles away.

Several hours later, Cheng Xiangguang was covered in blood, and walked back into the stone forest with his breath weakened. Looking at the figure sitting cross-legged in mid-air, a trace of complicated meaning flashed in his eyes.

After a while, Cheng Xiangguang took out the futon from the storage bag and sat down directly.

One day later, the area covered by the magic circle was brightly illuminated, and Cheng Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged in mid-air, slowly opened his eyes at this time, and opened his mouth in a majestic voice.

"Thick soil formation! Success!"

As soon as the words fell, the core of the formation was no longer absorbing spiritual energy from the outside, and the land covered by the runes of the formation was covered with a khaki barrier.

In Qingcang Ridge, a short-haired heroic woman pierced a third-rank low-grade monster horizontally with a spear. She was panting heavily, and her forehead was already covered with sweat. It was not difficult to see that she had just experienced a hard battle.

Cheng Yuanjie, who was on top of the corpse of the monster, felt the change in the direction of the stone forest, and a joy flashed in his eyes. After resting for a while, he continued to kill towards the depths of Qingcang Ridge.

In the midair of the stone forest, Cheng Yuan first watched the formation gradually take shape, a smile appeared on his tired face, and a bright light flashed in his eyes. After a few breaths, he slowly fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Cheng Xiangguang, who had been waiting for a long time, hurried forward to ask.

"Uncle Jiu, can the magic circle be completed?"

Cheng Yuan just nodded his head, seeing that Cheng Xiangguang was the only one around with doubts flashing in his eyes, and then asked, "Where is your nineteenth aunt?"

Hearing this, Cheng Xiangguang showed a wry smile on his face.

"Ninth Uncle, when you set up the magic circle, there were a large number of monsters attacking. Nineteenth Aunt entered the group of monsters. I really couldn't keep up. Now I don't know where Nineteenth Aunt is!"

Hearing this, Cheng Yuan first thought about what Cheng Yuanjie said in the conference hall, and then he understood where she was going.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yuanxian's eyes were full of worry.

"Ugh!"

After a moment of silence, Cheng Yuan first came back to his senses, looking at the person in front of him, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and after a while, Cheng Yuan spoke first: "Under this vein, there is a second-level high-grade The spiritual vein is extremely secretive, and the Earth Mysterious Iron Mine is probably formed because of this spiritual vein, and having this spiritual vein will save a lot of spiritual stones for the formation arrangement."

When Cheng Xiangguang heard the words, his eyes were full of joy, and he exclaimed: "There is a spiritual vein here!"

"If that's the case, after this ore lode is collected, you can also use this place!"

Hearing this first, Cheng Yuan showed a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and then he said, "Xiangguang, it's a good thing to have such an idea, can the mine here be temporarily handed over to you for management?"

"Uncle Jiu's place is only a few miles away from Qingcang Ridge. If monsters attack, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to catch up with my ninth level of Qi training!"

"I understand that Xiangfu will come here after a while. Besides, this thick earth array is not just a decoration. Its rank is as high as the third rank. With your cultivation base of the ninth floor of Qi training plus the underground one The spiritual veins are enough to resist several third-order monsters for two days, and these days are enough to wait for Yunmeng Mountain's support."

Hearing this, Cheng Xiangguang's eyes were full of shock.

Although he already knew that there would be a Tier [-] formation here, he never thought that this Tier [-] thick soil formation would be so powerful.

If it wasn't for the words coming from Cheng Yuanxian's mouth, Cheng Xiangguang would definitely not believe it.

Cheng Yuanxian is not only the only Tier [-] formation mage in the entire Huaishui County, but the formation mage rank has reached the middle rank of Tier [-].

The array he arranged was very popular in Huaishui County. In the early years, many monks from other counties often came to Yunmeng Mountain to ask him to arrange arrays. Now that he is old, he rarely arranges arrays outside, but it is not because of Cheng Yuanxian's old age made his skill in arranging formations weak, but on the contrary, it can be seen from the formations arranged by Cheng Yuanxian now.

With the power of a third-tier low-rank magic circle comparable to that of a third-tier middle-tier magic circle, it has to be said that Cheng Yuanxian's magic circle is extremely accomplished.

The reason why Cheng Yuan returned home with peace of mind was because none of the two generations of Xiang and Qi in Yunmeng Mountain had the talent for formation masters, so he planned to refine more magic formation disks for his family while he was still alive. .

The General Affairs Hall happened to be a transfer station for various resources of the family monks. Cheng Xianghe, the head of the Yunmeng Cheng clan, asked Cheng Yuan to be the head of the General Affairs Hall first, so he considered letting Cheng Yuan give priority to resources to refine the magic circle.

After thinking for a moment, Cheng Xiangguang's eyes flashed a gleam.

"Uncle Nine, if that's the case, then I will boldly take on the job!"

Cheng Yuan saw this situation first, and was quite satisfied in his heart, then he turned his head to look in the direction of Qingcang Ridge, and after a few breaths of silence, he let out a turbid breath.

According to his expectation, Cheng Yuanjie should have been assigned to guard the mine veins this time, and Cheng Xiangfu would be sent to guard the mine veins after returning to Yunmeng Mountain.
But who knows, this guy just left without saying a word. If he didn't think that she was also doing it for the family to survive the beast tide, he really wanted to criticize her, that's right, it was just criticism!
Cheng Yuan first touched his forehead with his left hand, and felt extremely irritable when he thought of him as the nineteenth sister.

At the same time, thousands of miles away from Yunmeng Mountain, in a mountain range with extremely rich aura, a cyan light and shadow slid across the air.

"Uncle, is this the Qingyang Sect?"

The white-haired old man controlling the flying boat nodded.

"This is the Qingyang Mountain Range, and it will take a lot of time to reach Qingyangzong!"

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking, the old man frowned and he didn't know what he was thinking, the obese young man behind the old man could only smile bitterly.

On the flying boat were Cheng Yuanqu and Cheng Xiangfu, the two of them flew the flying boat continuously for eight days before arriving here.

After half a stick of incense passed, the two of them drove the flying boat and saw a place covered by a blue barrier. Cheng Xiangfu looked at the scene in front of him, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and thought to himself: "This must be the Qingyang sect!"

After dozens of breaths, the flying boat came to a place called "Hall of Reception" under Cheng Yuanqu's control. The hall was extremely luxurious, and many materials were built with second-grade or third-grade materials, revealing "there are some" everywhere. The word "money" really amazed Cheng Xiangfu who had never seen the world.

Before the two of them entered the hall, a middle-aged monk in a white sect gown greeted them.

"Hey! Isn't this fellow Daoist Cheng! It seems like we haven't seen each other for decades!"

Hearing this, Cheng Yuanqu greeted him with a smile, cupped his hands and said, "Young Daoist Yang, long time no see!"

Yang Ping turned his head and looked at the obese monk beside Cheng Yuanqu. A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. When he turned his head, a yellow light flashed in his eyes. He felt the cultivation of the obese young man, and his eyes showed shock. Yi, raised his brows slightly, and after a few breaths, he finally came to his senses. After quickly stabilizing his mind, he cupped his hands and said, "You Daoist Cheng, you want to enter the Qingyang Sect?"

Cheng Yuanqu is also a seasoned person, seeing Yang Ping like this, he raised his hand and introduced: "I really want to enter the Qingyang Sect this time, this is my nephew, I, Cheng Xiangfu, the eighth elder of the Yunmeng Cheng clan!"

Hearing this, a gleam flashed in Yang Ping's eyes, and the smile on his face became stronger. He turned his head to look at Cheng Xiangfu and said in a friendly tone: "This must be the famous third-level master Cheng Xiangfu in Huaishui County! I have heard of it for a long time. !"

After hearing this, Cheng Xiangfu was not delighted, but a little disgusted, but he still had a smile on his face and cupped his hands: "Senior Yang just joked!"

Yang Ping also knew that the two people in front of him didn't want to talk too much, so he led them into the hall wisely.

After signing the roster, Yang Ping took Cheng Yuanqu and the two of them and flew towards the huge blue barrier behind the "Reception Hall".

Before flying to the barrier, Yang Ping took out a token from his hand, and the magic circle barrier opened a hole.

The three stepped into it, and after a while, Cheng Xiangfu felt the fluctuation of the surrounding aura, his face was surprised, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"The spiritual energy here is so strong, the spiritual energy in this edge area is comparable to the top of Yunmeng Mountain, it is worthy of the Jindan sect!"

After dozens of breaths, Yang Ping, the leader, turned around and asked.

"Cheng Daoyou, can you still find Elder Zhu from Shuwu Pavilion?"

"kindness!"

After a while, Yang Ping brought the two of them outside a very simple hall, and after waiting for a few breaths, a handyman in the Qi training period came to the hall to meet Cheng Yuanqu. The two entered the hall, while Yang Ping could only wait outside.

After a few breaths, the two came to a hall.

A white-haired monk stood early in the hall, watching Cheng Yuanqu's arrival, he walked up to him with a smile on his face.

"Yuanqu, I haven't seen you in decades, how come you've become much older?"

"Hey! It's hard to describe in words, if only brother Junhui could be so leisurely!"

After hearing this, Zhu Junhui, the white-haired monk of Qingyang Sect, couldn't help but show some concern in his eyes, and he waved away the handyman during the qi training period.

Cheng Xiangfu was extremely astonished by the familiarity of the two, but he had never heard that Cheng Yuanqu knew the elder of Qingyang Sect.

Sensing the aura emanating from the old man, Cheng Xiangfu thought to himself.

"Peak Foundation Establishment Cultivator!"

After a while, it opened Cheng Xiangfu's eyes even more. The two white-haired old men hooked their shoulders and talked about their youth together!
"Yuanqu thinks about the four of us back then..."

"..."

After half a stick of incense, Cheng Yuanqu remembered Cheng Xiangfu beside him, and quickly introduced: "This is my nephew Cheng Xiangfu!"

"I know! I know! It's that talisman-making genius, right!"

"Why are you finally planning to put this little guy in the Qingyang Sect this time?"

Hearing this, Cheng Yuanqu smiled wryly, shook his head, and then said: "We are here this time to exchange for that Dragon Rising Pill!"

Hearing this, Zhu Junhui didn't feel any surprise, obviously he had already guessed the purpose of this time, but he didn't say it directly.

"Okay, this place is Qingyang Sect, it's inconvenient for you to walk, wait for me a moment!"

After speaking, Zhu Junhui turned into a white light and disappeared.

In the hall, there were only Cheng Yuanqu and two people left. Seeing this situation, Cheng Xiangfu wanted to ask questions, but he was told by Cheng Yuanqu to talk about it later.

In the depths of the Qingyang Sect, in a cave with extremely strong aura, Zhu Junhui bowed and clasped his hands and said to the old man sitting cross-legged in front of him: "Old Ancestor, someone from Yunmeng Cheng's family has come to exchange for that year's Rising Dragon Pill!"

Hearing this, the old man sitting cross-legged on the futon opened his eyes, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

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