Peerless Immortal Venerable

Chapter 122 Formation
Hearing this, Yi Tianyuan was stunned for a moment, then his hand shook, and the long blue-white stick he was holding turned into the size of a thin needle: "I have something to go out for a while, you wait here for me." When Fan Yi reacted, his figure flashed, and he disappeared in front of Fan Yi out of thin air.

It took a long time for Fan Yi to wake up. Looking at the empty door, he took a deep breath, then slowly opened the door and walked into his room.

Disappearing out of thin air, is this the supernatural power of the primordial spirit cultivator?

After several days of rushing, Fan Yi's body was actually a little tired, but because he had just arrived in a bustling place, he couldn't sleep because of the excitement just now.Sitting on the bed, he wanted to practice, but when he thought of Yi Tianyuan's supernatural powers just now, he became a little absent-minded, but Fan Yi had no choice but to stop, and sat on the side in a daze.

After waiting for two or three hours, there was no movement in the room next door. Fan Yi saw that the sky was getting dark, and knew that this "Master Uncle" might be caught by something, and he would not be able to return for a while. coming.After thinking for a while, Fan Yi took out his natal ring and took Qingyun out of it.

It was only now that Fan Yi discovered that most of the instruments on his body were used to store items, such as the natal ring, Qingyun, Liuyunzhou, and a wishful universe bag.The most precious things in Fan Yi's hands are placed in the natal ring, such as the magic weapon pills and charms given by the Fourth Patriarch before leaving. In addition, if Qing Yun is not in his body, he will also put it in the natal ring.

It is inevitable that there will be traces on the body. If the cultivator has a high level of cultivation, he may be able to see it at a glance, but if he puts it in the natal ring, no one will find it.The natal ring was a gift from the second uncle, and no spiritual power could be revealed from it. Even a Yuanshen-level master would not find it a treasure.

A few warning arrays were set up around the room, Fan Yi held Qingyun's figure and flashed, and he arrived in the scaled environment.

The Tianfang Terrace is empty now, and the damage caused when Lin Fang and his son forced the palace last time has all been repaired. Fan Yi summoned Qing Mo with his spiritual sense, and was about to ask how his family was doing recently, when he suddenly heard A voice came from not far away: "Sixth Patriarch, is the Sixth Patriarch here?!"

Hearing this, Fan Yi chuckled for a while, and he knew it was Zhang He's voice as soon as he heard it. He was so anxious to hear him speak, could it be that he had left him here for too long, and he was so anxious that he wanted to go out?

Smiling silently, Fan Yi waited for the Kunlun disciple whose cultivation base was not yet in the realm to run over, panting for a few breaths, and then said: "Why, do you want to go out?"

Speaking of which, since leaving Kunlun, Fan Yi only let him out to help him arrange a formation after killing the soul guard, so he hadn't come out for more than ten days to let the wind go.

But to Fan Yi's surprise, Zhang He shook his head, indicating that he didn't stay here enough, and then his eyes lit up, and he shouted excitedly: "Sixth Patriarch, the disciple has succeeded!"

"It succeeded, what succeeded?" Fan Yi was puzzled, and stretched out his hand to signal Zhang He to take a few breaths before speaking, so as not to be too excited later and hold himself back.

After a long while, Zhang He finally calmed down, but his face was still flushed with greasy sweat on his forehead: "Sixth Patriarch, I understand the first chapter of "Zheng Dao". Dharma knowledge, this first chapter is actually... actually a formation!"

Seeing Zhang He's excited expression, Fan Yi's heart skipped a beat. It must not be an ordinary formation that can excite this group of geniuses, and regardless of Qing Mo beside him, he quickly asked him: "What formation is it?"

"There is no name, but the power is amazing." Zhang He thought for a while, the formation that he realized from the first chapter of "Array" really didn't mention the name, but when he thought of the power of that formation, Zhang He felt fat all over his body. The flesh trembled wildly.

"Well, evolve it for me." Nodding his head, Fan Yi was also a vigorous master, and immediately wanted to experience the power of this formation.

Zhang He was clearly prepared. Whether he can get the approval of the Sixth Patriarch is related to the following chapters of "Zheng Dao". Ever since he read the first chapter of this book, Zhang He has paid homage to the person who wrote it. If he could meet him and get some advice from him, Zhang He would wish to live a few years less!
With a flick of his hand, several command flags appeared in Zhang He's hand. This is the simplest prop to arrange the formation. It only needs to input a little bit of real power to make the formation work, but the power is much smaller, and it is extremely easy. It was destroyed, but it was appropriate for Zhang He to use it to evolve the formation.

After offering a few command flags, Zhang He squeezed the tactic and gave a low shout. They immediately flew out and planted on the ground in front of Zhang He. Then, several more command flags were inserted in a row. Finally, Zhang He stopped sweating profusely. Obviously, this formation was quite exhausting.

Finally, Zhang He took out a command flag, looked at it, and finally withdrew his hand hesitantly, turned to Fan Yi and said, "Sixth Patriarch, this last command flag needs to be inserted into the eye of the formation, but the disciple's magic power is not enough, so I hope the Sixth Patriarch Help me."

"Hehe, what's the matter." Fan Yi smiled slightly, and took Ling Qi over: "Tell me, where is the eye of the formation?"

"It's in the center of these red flags, in the direction of Ren Kun." Zhang He pointed to a point behind the center of the formation.

Grabbing the command flag, Fan Yi felt it for a while, and found that there was a trace of real power in it, but it was too weak for him.Shaking his head in his heart, Fan Yi secretly sighed that this Hexiu base is too weak, it seems that when he has to help him improve his cultivation level, if not, wouldn't he have to work hard for him to set up a formation in the future?
Using a real force to envelop the command flag, Fan Yi didn't make much preparations, and with a wave of his hand, the command flag plunged into the ground, exactly where Zhang He pointed.

Turning his head to look at Fan Yi reverently, Zhang He was very surprised, this is the difference between his cultivation in the heavenly realm and his own, saying that the sky and the earth are all compliments to him.

But when the formation was activated, he didn't care about thinking too much, and a magic sword appeared in his hand again, which was Zhang He's magic weapon.Since the last time he was backlashed in the battle with Yin Xue because he sacrificed the "Heavenly Sword Array" to his body, Zhang He never dared to easily try to sacrifice the array to his body, even though it could save mana, It is easier to command, but it is also the easiest to kill yourself.

Using his true strength, Fan Yi saw a purple light flashing on his sword. Immediately afterwards, a wave of spiritual power came from the array formed by the command flags, and all the command flags spread out with the wind. In an instant, purple clouds It radiated from the order flag, and soon filled the magic circle.

The purple cloud gathers and does not disperse, and slowly surrounds it, as if it is real. Under Zhang He's order, these clouds are constantly changing, and the spiritual power fluctuations in it are getting stronger and stronger, gradually even surpassing the strength of the realm!

After the purple cloud changed into four levels, Zhang Heyun had a little difficulty in commanding the magic sword, but in order to let the Sixth Patriarch see more power of this formation, he couldn't help being cruel, and once again used the method he used last time. A spell similar to the Blood Talisman Technique, a mouthful of blood was spurted out, the magic sword suddenly lit up, Zhang He jumped into the magic circle in a flash, the magic sword danced in his hand, the formation changed again, and the purple cloud rose, enveloping Zhang He's whole body up.

"Sixth Patriarch, please test the power of this formation." After a while, Fan Yi heard Zhang He yelling in the formation, he hesitated for a moment, but instead of taking out the magic weapon, he used a pair of fleshy fists with [-]% of the force of the Sky Cracking Fist to attack The purple air in the formation blasted away.

"Bang!" Just as Fan Yi made his move, the purple energy in the magic circle seemed to be able to lock the air mechanism, and instantly condensed into a cloud wall at the position Fan Yi attacked. Fan Yi did not hesitate. To test the power of this formation, he simply punched the cloud wall directly.

After the loud noise, the cloud wall shook violently, and then dissipated into a stream of gas. Fan Yi didn't seem to have expected that the power of the purple gas would become stronger in the blink of an eye. Also be shaken back.

Stopping his hands, a smile soon appeared on Fan Yi's face. The Sky-Splitting Fist Strength he used just now has the power of a high-level terrain realm, and this large formation can still block it. If better materials are used to form the formation, If the one who commands the formation is replaced by himself... maybe he can also call the fourth ancestor a baner.

It seems that I made the right bet this time, Zhang He did not disappoint me.Raising his head, Fan Yi was about to ask Zhang He to withdraw from the formation, but suddenly heard a "poof", the purple energy in the formation suddenly dissipated, and returned to the command flag, while Zhang He lay down on the ground, his chest full of tears. Bright red, pale face, it is obvious that the true strength was too much.

"It's broken!" Seeing this, Fan Yi hurried forward, reached out to find two elixir from the natal ring, gave him both, and sent out a burst of true energy to help him dissipate. After a while, he saw His complexion improved, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Zhang He vomited a mouthful of blood, he didn't pass out. When the injury got better, he managed to put on a smile and said to Fan Yi: "What does the Sixth Patriarch think about the power of this formation?"

Without answering his words, Fan Yi turned cold and reprimanded him: "Remember, next time you are not allowed to use that spell that consumes essence and blood. Your cultivation base is poor. If you continue like this, you will not be able to wait." If you comprehend the way of formation, you will consume yourself to death first!"

Hearing Fan Yi's harsh words, Zhang He didn't dare to object, and kept saying hello.But knowing that it was the Sixth Patriarch who cared about him, he felt a little happy in his heart, and soon laughed again.It's just that there was still blood on the corner of his mouth, and his face was a bit embarrassed. This smile was really not much better than crying.

Seeing this, Fan Yi was also happy, and helped him put away the order flag on the ground, and put it beside him: "The power of this formation is really good, and with your cultivation level, you can actually display such power. If it is higher, can't it display the power of the heavenly realm or even above the heavenly realm?"

"Well," Wen Yan nodded solemnly, Zhang He hesitated, first glanced at Qing Mo, then turned his head and said to Fan Yi: "I have a suggestion, I wonder if the Sixth Patriarch would like to listen to it?"

"Just tell me." Seeing his solemn expression, Fan Yi also became curious.

(End of this chapter)