Chapter 1145 (2/2)
However, she was not alarmed. Her hands were sealed. With her fingers pointing out, spirit arrays were portrayed, forming a natural spiritual barrier in front of her, trapping the monster in the middle.
Outside the fog Canyon, the ancient wind looked at many figures in the fog, and everyone was depicting the spirit array. Although I don't know the specific situation inside, the ancient wind can guess one or two. This fog is a huge array, and it is also a psychedelic array. Using Zixuan's cultivation in the array path to start the spirit array, these disciples can't feel it at all. Therefore, these disciples who break into the fog should be trapped in the psychedelic array and fighting with the enemy in the dreamland.
Just when the ancient wind was fascinated, a gust of fragrant wind came. Gu Feng looked back and found that Zixuan had appeared behind him. He looked at the figures in the fog and pulled a radian from the corners of his mouth.
”What are you doing here? Go to the green stone house.” elder Zixuan pointed to the green stone house next to the green bamboo house and said to the ancient wind.
Looking at the bluestone house and thinking of the countless soul arrays in the bluestone house, the ancient wind just couldn't help but feel numb. However, in order to strengthen his strength, he can only harden his head. Moreover, under such pressure, his understanding of the spirit array is also constantly improving, and even the state of the array heart is becoming more and more stable. Therefore, looking at the bluestone house, the ancient wind is both love and hate, and the cultivation of Zixuan is painful and happy.
When the ancient wind disappeared, elder Zixuan looked at hundreds of figures in the fog Canyon and shook his head: ”the talent of the disciples recruited by Linglun peak these years is getting worse and worse.”
Then he turned and left here.
One day, the ancient wind was in the bluestone house and was tortured by the thousands of spirit array. At night, the people of the bluestone House finally opened. The ancient wind dragged the tired body out of it.
”Not bad. It seems that you still have some spare power. You can increase the difficulty of cultivation tomorrow.” elder Zixuan looked at the ancient wind and said.
Hearing Zixuan's voice, Gu Feng's mouth couldn't help pulling out a few times, but he also knew that even his objection was useless. He had to respond and walk outside the canyon.
”Gufeng, the hand that will go out later will take those little guys out. I'm afraid I'll be unable to bear them if I let them stay inside again. I don't want the spirit wheel to come and fight with me.” Zixuan pointed to the Gufeng road towards the fog.
”Yes, I know.” Gu Feng answered and dragged his heavy steps into the fog.
This psychedelic array is so huge that it envelops the whole canyon. However, all martial arts practitioners who enter here fall into a dreamland. After such a long time, many disciples have collapsed on the ground, and some people have fainted because of fear.
Nine out of ten of the disciples who entered here were surprised and had no strength to resist.
The ancient wind shuttled through the fog and came to a disciple. If the sound of a Hong Zhong sounded, it shocked the world and woke everyone from the dreamland.
”Elder martial brothers, follow me and I'll take you out of here.” the voice of the ancient wind echoed in the fog array, and then stepped forward to the outside.
After being stunned for a moment, those disciples heard the figure of the ancient wind. With a happy look on their pale faces, they followed the ancient wind and walked towards the outside of the fog canyon.
When all the people came out, another hour passed. On the moon, the willow shoots were dotted with stars in the sky. All the disciples who came out of the fog Canyon couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Looking back at the fog covering the sky, they couldn't help but flash a look of fear in their eyes.