The fairy cultivator is doted on by the six-year-old cubs

Surprise, anger, sorrow, pain, joy, release... Bai Zhizhi has never seen such a complicated expression, the expression on the face of the somewhat dull soul at this moment, makes Bai Zhizhi feel sad for many years to come. Can't forget.

On the wick of the soul lamp, a bit of chaotic fragments of the soul slowly floated out, and they precisely embedded themselves in the arms of the remnant soul, staring at each other for ten thousand years, and then floated up little by little and circled around the four of them for a while. The circle quickly dissipated...

That picture is very beautiful, the two people embracing each other are both incomplete and harmonious...

An old but still very neat painting scroll rolled out from under the soul lamp.

Maybe it was a coincidence, or more maybe it was God's will in the dark, that picture scroll was unfolded neatly in front of a few people...

On the screen is a couple, a teenager and a seven or eight-year-old girl, all four of them are very good-looking, and the girl's eyes are exactly the same as Xiao Qianlan's.

And that man... except for the lack of the cinnabar mole, he is almost [-]% like Bai Taotao, only his eyes are a little curved because of the obvious smile, just like Bai Zhi who smiles with crooked eyebrows Chi...

Bai Zhizhi stared at Bai You, who signed the painting, Bai Zhizhi turned her head to look at those soul lamps, no...

Seeing that Xiao Xianbao stretched out his little finger, wanting to touch the painting, Bai Zhizhi hurriedly embraced that little finger, and said softly: "This painting can no longer be touched... I left a photo stone, so I can copy it when I go back A few pairs, the little girl above should be your mother."

"Mother?"

Bai Zhizhi looked at the little girl with a tense face in the picture, but the smile in her eyes couldn't be hidden. Except for a pair of eyes, she was almost the same as Xiao Qianlan when she was a child, and those eyes were exactly the same as Xiao Qianlan's. The small indica treasure is [-]% like it, and the power of the blood is so magical. After hundreds of years, you can see the strong bond between the family members with just one painting.

"Hmm... this painting should be your grandfather, grandmother, uncle and mother."

Although no one touched it, the painting slowly shattered. Xiao Xianbao hurriedly stretched out his small hand to stop it. Unfortunately, the painting was probably drawn randomly by the family in their spare time. It was just an ordinary material, coupled with the erosion of ghost energy, it was irreparable. up.

"It's gone... Mother is gone..."

Bai Zhizhi lightly held the tightly clenched fists of the twins, and said softly: "Don't be sad, wait for my aunt to go out and find a way to get rid of the black air, and then we will look for it, and we will definitely find traces of your mother, here is Where she grew up."

Xiao Qianlan and Xiao Xianbao gently held Bai Zhizhi's small palm back, and their hearts gradually calmed down, mother... In fact, in their memories, even the appearance is a little unclear. The one holding up the sky is the person in front of me, the little girl in front of me who looks a little shorter than them...

The four with complicated moods carefully recorded the names on those extinguished soul lamps, and planned to fill up those spiritual places when they came next time.

A few people came out of the stone gate, bumped towards the solid wall, and sure enough, they appeared on the flat slope all at once.

Qing Li was studying the vein-like black air, while Gu Suixin was studying the stone platform.

Seeing them coming out, Gu Suixin hurriedly got up and said, "Are you all okay?"

"Hmm~ There are some opportunities in the ancestral land!"

Qingli at the side said in a deep voice: "Zhizhi! Do you think this black air pattern looks like a sacrificial array? Could it be that the people living in this mansion are all sacrifices to the gods?"

Luo Xun stepped out, looked around carefully, and pondered: "Is this black energy evil?!"

"Evil merit? What is it?" Bai Zhizhi was the first to hear that there is evil spirit in merit!
"The meritorious deeds are really the resentment condensed by the hatred of the great meritorious person after the tragic death of a person of great luck. Once entangled by this resentment, he will become a body of sin, and the body of sin is a sacrifice. Can obtain the wish power of those who died tragically...

"Wishing power can replenish the godhead, if I guessed correctly...someone must be trying to create a god here!"

"Break this formation!"

Bai Jiaojiao listened to Qing Qing and Luo Xun's words, looked at Bai Zhizhi and said, "Zhizhi, we can't see this formation, can you draw a picture of this formation? Although this sacrifice formation is extremely difficult, it is not impossible The conquered thing..."

"it is good!"

This formation
Composed of black air, the flow of black air is distorted, and it is difficult for ordinary people to express it with pen and ink, but who is Bai Zhizhi?That is the second apprentice of Master Haotian, um, the first apprentice is Xiao Kunpeng...

In less than half a day, a sand table drawing that even imitated the black air rhythm was completed.

"This is indeed a sacrificial formation, but it has been slightly modified. Originally, this sacrificial formation was used to punish those who committed the most heinous crimes. Those who were sacrificed would be plagued by bad luck, and gradually die in despair. Even their souls would be sacrificed.

I didn't expect to be used like this by these beasts. It is not difficult to break this formation...

But I don't want to break it, if we can reverse this formation, Xiaoxiao will be backlashed by the formation! "

"eye for eye!"

"Let me think about it, give me your existing formation materials first, I have some ideas to test."

"it is good!"

All of them need formation techniques to assist them in their crafting, and they have many famous teachers to guide them, so they can be regarded as accomplished in the formation way.

It is also their luck that no one has lived in this place since it fell into Feng's hands. The person who set up the formation was planning to use some means to get some people to come over to set up a formation. .

The driver suddenly felt that if there was divine help, he would inevitably get carried away in ecstasy, and wanted to find out who this local tyrant was, and what was his luck?
In the end... was caught by Mo Qianjun on the spot, and killed as Xiaoxiao...

This formation has become unattended, leaving a lot of time for several people.

In half a month's time, not only has this array been thoroughly studied, but even its derivatives have been roughly grasped.

It took another half a month, and the backlash formation was ready. Bai Jiaojiao planted the last formation flag, and only heard a buzzing sound of "嗡——", the black energy suddenly stagnated, and the original flow to Ga However, the tumbling black air flowed upstream at an extremely fast speed and gathered towards a house.

The four of Bai Zhizhi followed the black air to the small courtyard, and found that the houses in this courtyard were scattered, with Zhulan Cuiwa, Quqiao Huaxie, everything with a strange beauty and elegant elegance, is this a boudoir?
People who get off work at 11:30 cry to death——