The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 133 Illusory Array
In the mysterious Zhuanzhu Cave Mansion, Lin Yang started to walk very fast, but slowly, the speed slowed down, and his face became a little surprised.

The branch hole he was walking in, the deeper he went, the more spiritual energy he felt.

In the end, the concentration of spiritual energy was comparable to when he had just formed the Eight-Direction Qi Gathering Formation in Baigui Mountain.

"In this cave, there should be a spiritual spring, or a spirit gathering formation. This is why so much spiritual energy has been accumulated during the thousand-year closed time, otherwise the spiritual energy would not be so dense."

Lin Yang raised his hand and grabbed it in front of him, a wisp of spiritual energy like a white mist fell into his palm, and then flowed out from between his fingers.

He clenched his palm violently, squeezing out the last trace of aura, and when he looked up, his eyes were a little excited.

If it is as he thought, refining all the aura in it can further advance the cultivation base to the state of transforming qi.

As the thought fell, the "Star Refining Divine Art" in his body could not help but automatically started to operate, and the dense spiritual mist that could not be seen on the opposite side was like being blown by a whirlwind, and drilled into the body.

Lin Yang smiled lightly, continued to walk forward with one mind and two minds.

However, after walking for a long time, in Lin Yang's feeling, he should have walked four or five miles, but he still didn't see the end.

He stopped abruptly, his eyes gleaming, as if he wanted to see through the dense spiritual mist.

"Phantom formation. And it is the lowest level of phantom formation."

A moment later, Lin Yang shook his head suddenly, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and whispered softly.

If it was the kind of high-level phantom formation that could arouse his inner desires, he could wake up earlier, but such a low-level phantom formation that just confuses the vision and makes people turn around in circles was really ignored by him. In the end, he didn't expect that there would be a low-level phantom array appearing in the branch hole.

However, this further shows that this is the cave of ancient monks, which should bring some harvest.

As for breaking the formation, it is very simple for Lin Yang who has thousands of years of cultivation experience.

He gently raised his hands, and when he flipped his ten fingers, a clear rune appeared in front of him, and he pointed it out.

The rune suddenly burst into dazzling light, arousing the dense foggy aura around it, and charged forward. After setting off billowing fog waves, a very slight cracking sound was heard.

Then, I suddenly felt that although the spiritual mist was still in front of me, there was a subtle difference.

Lin Yang smiled indifferently, and continued to move forward. After walking for a long time, he bumped into something under his feet and couldn't help but stamped his feet. Looking carefully, it turned out to be a young man wearing the costume of the Institute of Archeology.

It's just that at this time, the young man's face was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, his belly was shriveled, and his breathing was weak. It seemed that he hadn't eaten for a long time.

"This should be the members of the archaeological team, and they are the young people who came in first."

Lin Yang's eyes flashed, and thoughts floated in his mind.

He didn't touch these young people, and continued to walk forward, and found a few more people, some young and some old, all wearing the clothes of the archaeological institute.

Although these people have been trapped in this phantom array for a few days, their stomachs are empty and they are already unconscious, but the spiritual energy here is rich, but it can also nourish these people's bodies, and within a short time, these people's lives will not be endangered Safety.

Moreover, after these people are rescued, because of staying in the rich aura for a long time, they can prolong their lives and prevent all diseases. There are really many benefits, and it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

Lin Yang continued to move forward, about 20 meters away, suddenly opened up in front of him, it was a place like a hall, and the luminous stone on the stone wall emitted a soft light, illuminating this space brightly.

There are many bookshelves around. There are silk books, bamboo slips, and some jade pieces on the bookshelves, emitting a soft light.

Seeing those jade pieces, Lin Yang shrank his eyes and his heart shook. He recognized these jade pieces, and they were the jade slips commonly used in the world of cultivating immortals to record exercises or experiences.

Almost instantly, he wanted to step up to the bookshelf with several jade slips and examine them carefully.

But just as the footsteps were raised, two figures suddenly walked out of one of the three forked holes, making Lin Yang's raised footsteps fall again, turning his head to look at the person who came.

The two people who appeared were exactly that monk. Beads of sweat rolled on their faces, and they looked exhausted.

Before coming in, the monk's and Taoist's robes, which were quite gorgeous, are now a little wrinkled, and it seems that they have gone through a difficult time.

Moreover, when they walked out, they were holding something like a compass in their hands, emitting a faint purple light.

"Young man surnamed Lin, how did you get here?"

When Old Taoist Yun saw Lin Yang that day, his eyes widened suddenly, and the old man's face was full of anger, quite displeased.

It took them a lot of effort, relying on the reassuring compass prepared in advance, to finally walk out of the illusion and appear here.

However, why did Lin Yang appear here with empty hands and a calm mind? Could it be that they are carrying secret treasures, decades of experience, and decades of cultivation, so they are not as good as a bluffing kid?

"Maybe, he also has a secret treasure in his hand, so he can not be afraid of those formations."

The old monk in the desert held the compass in one hand and the Buddhist beads in the other. He sized up Lin Yang with his old eyes, and suddenly said this.

After Tian Yun heard this, he couldn't help blinking his eyes, feeling that the possibility of this judgment is very high.

Almost instantly, he showed a sinister smile:

"Then if I capture him and search carefully, then I'll find out."

When the words fell, the old Taoist Tianyun stepped on the ground, his figure was erratic, and he shot towards Lin Yang like a floating cloud.

He was in the air, his withered palm stretched into claws, and his five fingers were black and purple in color. When he grabbed Lin Yang, there was a strong wind, and there was a stench in the wind.

Surprisingly, there is poison on the claws!
Lin Yang stood casually, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

This old Taoist is going to die and still wants to attack him, so he will send him to see the Jade Emperor.

In an instant, Lin Yang raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger, and was about to press down on the old Taoist who was rushing towards him, but suddenly, his expression changed.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two figures burst out from the forked hole he just walked out of.

One of them had a fist with a strong wind, and when he raised his finger to press down, the huge fist hit him, extremely fierce, and wanted to smash Lin Yang's head with one punch.

His body standing at random was almost in the blink of an eye, as if there were slide rails under his feet, and he moved behind him for more than three meters, so that the punch and the person directly moved from where he was originally standing. Passed by.

And another figure shot at Old Taoist Tian Yun. When the palm was shot, the wind howled and fell towards Old Taoist Tian Yun's back.

This choice is an excellent time.

The old Taoist Tianyun's face was shocked, and in a hurry, he twisted his body in mid-air, stopped his rushing towards Lin Yang, gritted his teeth, turned his claws, and greeted the slapped palm. .

(End of this chapter)