The Demonic Ancestor who Desired Supremacy

On the outskirts of the Emperor's Mausoleum, there is a strong defensive array.

Among the ice and snow, a dense virgin forest suddenly appeared. The tree here is not the cold-tolerant vegetation such as common pine and cypress in the north, but the eucalyptus that grows in the humid regions of the south.

These banyan trees, at first glance, have two or three hundred years of age, and the waistline is as thick and thick as four or five adults, with dense foliage and towering clouds. What is even more amazing is that it is a season covered by heavy snow, but a bunch of white flowers like jade are hung on the branches, and the trembling is pleasing.

"This is a large-scale composite array method that combines various arrays such as fantasy, fascination, killing, and ghost arrays." Yin's expression is both dignified and has a hint of admiration for the wisdom of the ancestors. As a master of the squad, he can see such a complex and defensive defensive array in his lifetime, quite a bit like hunting.

He pointed to the Yang Shi smoke around him: "This large-scale formation is not the result of personal efforts. It is sure to collect the efforts of dozens of masters of the formation. It is normal for you to return without success. ""

Yang gray smoke fingers entangled in black circles and thick hair, not willing to be mentioned by their own failures, snoring: "The slave is not with a compass, otherwise it will definitely go further."

Yin patted his shoulders and felt that his little boy's mouth was also very cute.

Looking back at the three guides who are hesitating to the back, "What can you say?"

The several guides of the Woodlands looked at each other and finally opened their mouths by the most daring Panshan Fox: "When you walk into the eucalyptus forest, you enter the defensive array. Although we haven’t been here, they have been passed down from generation to generation. The warning is still clear."

Just as Yin Yi said to Yang Shiyan, such a complex and profound defensive array is absolutely impossible to rely on the arrangement of one or two people. Those who have participated in the array are the ancestors of these guides.

He said: "Please tell me in detail."

Pan Shanhu coughed: "Once you enter the eucalyptus forest, there are three things you can't do, otherwise you will be in danger. First, you can't fly, second, you can't sleep, and third, you can't bleed. In addition, you can only walk one kilometer a day. It takes 14 days to reach the mausoleum. It will not work one day or less."

Yang ash seems to think of something: "The first one can't fly, I probably know why. This eucalyptus forest is full of suffocating ghosts, and the general monks will poison when they fly into it."

Fortunately, a few days ago, he was exploring the road with a few ghosts, and he had natural resilience to suffocating and ghosts. The rest of the people had been poisoned.

Yin is a moment of contemplation: "The last point, one day can only be one kilometer, I can understand. About this defensive array will change every day, no matter how much the road, or less, all May fall into a puzzle and can't get out."

The words of the two men, in turn, made the clouds of the several orchids in the fog. To put it bluntly, the reason why they were able to lead the way was completely the light of the ancestors' last words, keeping in mind the taboos and rules, rather than really understanding the principle structure of the array.

Yin is not embarrassed to them, telling the ghosts of the underworld to tell all the monks about these taboos. A wise man must remember to keep in mind that if someone is in the wind, it will be a good thing to suffer afterwards.

A group of monks, under the guidance of the guide of the Woodlands, entered the eucalyptus forest in an orderly manner.

Yin Li and Feng Qingpeng, two distinguished figures, walk in the center of the team, accept the strict protection of the surrounding monks, and always be wary of possible dangers.

However, until the one-kilometer journey of today’s share, the wife is flat and there is no danger.

Not to mention the superb monks who are physically strong, even for mortals, the one-kilometer road is very short-lived, and it takes almost no effort to spend a meal. But several Woodlands guides said that everyone can rest in place.

They chose a relatively empty place to stay. The monk guards who are responsible for the alert, the rest of the rest of the monks rest, each performing their duties.

A Beifeng monk who was in charge of vigilance looked up at the sky and smiled bitterly: "This sun has just risen. We can't even count on a warm-up exercise. Just finished today's trip?"

The other person said seriously: "We are in the law, naturally it is not an ordinary road. You should not do extra things, keep in mind the three taboos."

Can't fly, can't sleep, can't bleed.

These three points sound easy to do, but the actual operation is a little difficult.

Perhaps this eucalyptus forest is really a bit strange. The monks mostly choose to meditate cross-legged in order to pass the boring time. But I don’t know why, I’m always upset. There are also some monks who choose to read books and play the piano, or other pastimes, but still do not mind.

Central of the team.

Feng Qingpeng danced a square painting, and the expression on his face was a little depressed: "I don't know why, I always feel very annoyed."

Yin was sitting cross-legged on the mat, calmly flipping through a page of books, and the audience was the best in his mind. The emotion of Yang Shiyan was also a bit unstable, but after he ordered him to peel a plate of seeds and so on, he would immediately happily roll his sleeves to work.

"The eucalyptus raises the ghost, and the soul moves, and the heart is chaotic. This is the role played by this eucalyptus forest in the formation. We only came in on the first day, and the state of mind has been affected. In the next 13 days, the situation will only be More serious. Under the Great Hall, you may want to find something you like, maybe to calm your emotions."

Feng Qingpeng thinks that what he said makes sense. He also sat down: "What do you like to do, isn't it an ostrich?"

Calm and calm, but also almost broken: "..."

The ash, which was working on the head, accidentally crushed the seeds in his hand, trying to restrain his own eyes, and not to slide to places that should not be seen.

Feng Qingpeng put his finger into his mouth and made a bright whistle. A golden-winged bird with a big palm fell from the treetop and landed in his hand. Feng Qingpeng gently stroked its feathers, and the tight emotions slowly relaxed.

Yin coughed unconsciously.

Yang gray smoke thinks that this bird is a bit familiar, can not help but said: "This is the golden wing Dapeng? How has it changed so small?" Plainly shrinking water without reason, it is a pity to lose so much meat.

Feng Qingpeng knows that he is the male pet of His Royal Sixth Yin, but because he has the cultivation of Jin Dan in the late stage, he does not dare to say: "It is the monster of the early stage of the demon, you can change the size of the body at will. Its cultivation is in the Mahayana period, and its shape is even bigger. The ancient books are loaded, and its wings can be lifted up to 90,000 miles.

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Speaking of the back, Feng Qingpeng's tone brought a hint of pride. The soft-winged golden-winged bird that was shackled under his hand also screamed at the scene, raising the bird's head and being arrogant.

The black eyeballs are condescending to turn to the Yang gray smoke. It seems to be saying, have you heard it? Your Peng’s potential is limitless!

Yang Ash is really shocked: "Wings of the sky? That... how big is that?"

In his mind, there are a few pictures that appear involuntarily, like the mountains, the huge fragrant roasting birds, or the vast and infinite stew of bird soup like the sea...

The body of Yang Shiyan shivered slightly, staring at the golden-winged bird in front of him with a new, anticipating, and awe-inspiring look.

Unlimited potential...

He secretly pulled the sleeves of his master, suppressing the inner excitement: "Master, you are right, slaves are really bad, the eyes are light, and you don't know Taishan!"

Although his voice is low, but whoever is present, including the bird, is not clear-minded, and his words are clearly understood.

If there is a small waist, the golden-winged bird has already akimbo and is proud of it. I thought, since your kid realized the greatness of Peng’s uncle, and sincerely apologized, Grandpa Peng would be merciful to forgive your previous offense.

Although Feng Qingpeng did not understand the grievances between his own love of birds and the boy, he listened to his straightforward praise, his heart and his glory, and he suddenly felt a good impression on the boy.

Only Yin Yin, gently covered his mouth: "..."

So, too.

When the ash honey was sweetly fed to the owner of the melon seeds, the Beifeng monk, who was not far away, suddenly became a commotion.

A female repair screams: "The bug has bitten me!"

Yang gray smoke looked up alertly and looked around. He always remembered the three taboos. I don't know what kind of bugs have appeared, will they bite the blood?

Although I don’t know what happened after the three taboos were violated, no one is stupid.

Many monks, including him, actually entered the eucalyptus forest as soon as they were ready to attack, and they were psychologically prepared for life and death. The calmness of the previous period was an incredible thing for them.

Now suddenly there are bugs that bite people. Many of the monks are "squeaky" in their hearts, and there is a feeling that danger is finally coming.

Yang gray smoke took out the ink lotus umbrella of the ink lotus from the treasure chest of the storage, and spread it on the head of the owner. A defensive hood that was invisible to the naked eye immediately covered the body. This is indeed a rare magic weapon of a defense type.

"Master, slave to see."

"Be careful."

Yang ash smoked forward, approaching the group of the first turbulent group of Beifeng monks, a beautifully dressed woman repaired the clothes on her neck, revealing a white skin.

Another middle-aged woman with a familiar face approached and observed: "It seems to be a green caterpillar, and you are shot dead by a slap."

The look of the female repair did not relax: "Can the cabbage caterpillar bite?"

At this point, the monks who were on the scene knew the answer. Someone asked: "Can you have discomfort like poisoning?"

The beautiful woman shook her head: "Is this not there, is there any bleeding in my wound?"

The middle-aged woman comforted: "There is no bleeding, only a small red envelope like a mosquito bite, it should be fine."

The look of the beautiful woman's repair is still dignified. In the end, there is nothing to do, and it is too early to say.

With this foresight, the rest of the monks have explored whether there are suspicious snakes around them. If they are outside, they may not care about these little ants reptiles, but in this battle, any tiny dangerous things are worthy of vigilance.

The Qing Xiu Xiu Tao said: "I have been surprised, although it is winter, but in such a virgin forest, there are always some animal eggs, and there are some eggs and eggs. But so far, there is even a clam shell. Not seen."

In addition to the tree, it is the flower, this area is clean and tidy.

Suddenly, the middle-aged woman screamed: "Look, butterflies, a lot of butterflies!"

Yang gray smoke suddenly looked up, I do not know when, in the branches of the branches, those white flowers like jade, flying out of countless red-winged black-winged butterflies.

Three or five in groups, dancing.

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