Chapter 1 Yimu Jinghun
The sun sets outside Huaiyuan Town.
At this time, there were not many people on the sparse rural road. There was a group of children standing at the end of the road, clearly separated into two sides.
One of the children, half a head taller than his accomplices, with sharp edges on his face, was shouting to one of the other party:
"Zhang Daniu, I am willing to admit defeat, you have just been After losing one game, if we win this one, you will have to call me big brother when you see me in the town! And you can’t pester Xiaocui anymore!”
The kid called Da Niu, who was already big and round at a young age, snorted when he heard this: "Okay, Little Dog Liang, I just used a trick on you to win a round by chance, I won't be merciful in this round!"
The child surnamed Liang rolled his eyes when he heard this , and immediately said: "The questions in the last game were set by you, and it is my turn to decide this game."
"How to compare?"
"Compete with who can climb Wenliang Mountain first." ! ”
“It’s a deal!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the kid surnamed Liang rushed out in a hurry, while the one named Daniel was stunned for a moment, and then he chased after him with curses.
The sky is getting dark, and the mountain road is getting quieter. A child is walking quickly in the forest. He has a straight nose, thin lips, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. Especially at such a young age, he has an eccentric feeling. The kid who made a bet with Daniel earlier was named Liang Yan. He suddenly stopped and looked at the sky.
“I didn’t expect that the competition with Daniel and the others would reach this point. If I don’t go back now, I’m afraid my father will nag me again.”
But then I thought to myself: “I don’t know who is around the top of the mountain. Since when have you been tampered with, and you can only wander around if you rush in randomly? It should be the formation that Mr. Zhenli mentioned. That day I was lucky enough to find a secret path that leads directly to the top of the mountain, but Daniel didn’t know the secret. He will definitely lose to me this time.”
Think of it in the future! Sitting firmly as the boss among the children in the town, Liang Yan couldn't help but feel hot in his heart.
"That's all, go and come back quickly this time. When I get to the top of the mountain, I'll tease the bull. Then I can go home quickly. It won't waste too much time. At most, it will be some punishment!"
With his mind made up, Liang Yan put strength under his feet, lowered his head and ran wildly. He was already familiar with this road in the mountains.
As I was running, I suddenly felt a soft force coming from me. My feet suddenly slipped and I sat back. When I looked up, I saw a tall figure standing in front of me.
The person who came was wearing a tall Eguan hat, a linen robe, and long boots. His waist was tied with a hemp rope, and a small rag bag was tied to it. His eyes were closed tightly, and he was holding a branch in his right hand. He turned out to be a blind old man.
Liang Yan calmed down, got up from the ground, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, old man, I was reckless and accidentally bumped into you."
The old man smiled slightly and was not angry. Instead, he said gently: "The town ahead should be Huaiyuan. Are you a kid from the town?"
Although his voice was soft, for some reason it made Liang Yan feel at ease, and he replied respectfully: " The old man's guess is good, little one He just lives in the town."
The old man touched his chin and said, "It's so late that you're still running up the mountain. You must have something urgent, right? Young man, don't worry about me. , you go and do your business.”
Liang Yan looked at the branch in the old man's hand with some hesitation. The old man seemed to be aware of it, and said, "Don't worry, little kid. I have been walking all year round, relying on this branch, and I will never go astray." .”
After listening to this , Liang Yan looked at him with some surprise. From the beginning to now, Liang Yan always had a feeling. Although the old man's eyes were closed from beginning to end, he felt like he was being seen through. This feeling was really weird. , which made him feel alert.
"In this case, let me go first. The mountain road is rugged, so please be careful." Liang Yan imitated the walking businessmen in the town and clasped his fists, then turned and hurried to the top of the mountain.
Wenliang Mountain is not high, it can only be regarded as a small hill at best. But he was delayed by the old man on the way, and Liang Yan felt panic for no reason. When he arrived at the entrance of the secret passage in his memory, it was already half moonlight.
"This should be it."
Liang Yan pushed aside the plants at the entrance of the cave, but was stunned the next moment, seeing that the entrance of the cave had been completely blocked by a pile of rubble.
“What on earth is going on? It’s over. Now it’s all in vain.”
After all, he was just a boy in his teens. He had been fighting so hard all day long, thinking he was sure of victory, but in the end he couldn't win. For a moment, he felt huge disappointment in his heart. He was so confused that he didn't know how long he had been walking, waiting for a reaction. We had already reached the top of the mountain when we came here.
"Doubtful? Why is there no formation obstruction on the top of the mountain today, and I walked up inexplicably?"
With full of doubts, Liang Yan walked around the top of the mountain, and then He looked up at the sky.
"At this time, the big cow hasn't come up yet, so he should have given up. It seems that I won in the end! Well, I have to go home quickly, otherwise my father will definitely nag me "Half a day."
Thinking that I had the last laugh in today's competition, I couldn't help but feel the depression in my heart was gone, and I strode down the mountain.
The moon and stars are sparse, and under the night sky, Huaiyuan Town is extremely quiet tonight.
There was no sound in the empty streets. Logically speaking, the residents of Huaiyuan Town did not go to bed so early, but now, not to mention the residents, there was not even a single domestic animal or horse.
At this time, a soft sigh suddenly came from the roof of an ordinary house:
"Huh, I haven't seen him for many years. I didn't expect that Junior Brother He's methods are getting more and more despicable."
This was said without any beginning or end, and no one responded to him. The speaker was an old man from Eguan. He was sitting cross-legged on the roof with his eyes closed, as if an old monk was in meditation. If Liang Yan were here, he would definitely recognize that this person was the old man he met on the mountain road.
At this moment, a strong man emerged from the end of the street. He was tall and tall, wearing a short linen shirt and carrying a shovel on his back. He looked like a peasant. The strangest thing is that his eyes are dull, his eyes are turned upward, and the corners of his mouth are crooked, giving him a look of dementia.
Although he was a man of dementia, his steps were fast. In the blink of an eye, he had rushed to the front of the old man's house. Then he jumped up, took out the shovel from behind, and ran straight to the door in front of him.
Seeing the menacing coming, the old man did not dodge or dodge, he still sat cross-legged. He just flicked the middle finger of his right hand, and a little fire under the night sky galloped towards the strong man.
There was just a pop, and the fire entered his body. The strong man kept walking, but suddenly there was a muffled sound on his body, and then it exploded. In the blink of an eye, three places had exploded on his body.
But the strange thing is that no blood was spilled from the blasted hole. The strong man shrank like a deflated rubber ball. A green vine grew out of each of the three holes in his body, along the house. The walls extend towards the roof.
The old man frowned slightly, waved his left sleeve, and a faint wall of fire spread around. When the vines encountered the wall of fire, they made a sizzling sound and turned into a faint mist.
At this moment, another change occurred. The roof where the old man was sitting suddenly exploded, and two sword lights struck him from bottom to top. Many peasants also rushed out of nearby houses, some holding swords and some holding iron rods. Without exception, these people all had facial dementia, but their movements were so fast that they could hardly be seen clearly. The old man's brows tightened, his whole body rose into the sky, his right hand quickly made the seal, and he muttered something. Dozens of daggers shot out from his cuffs, shooting at the surrounding peasants with incomparable accuracy.
Same as the person before, these people were stabbed several times in mid-air, but no blood from normal people flowed out. Instead, several vines shot out from the wounds and went straight to The old man left.
The old man seemed to be quite afraid, his face was serious, his left hand drew a circle in front of him, and his right hand kept kneading. A large flame bell appeared around the body. Various ancient inscriptions were carved on the bell with flames, and a majestic aura emanated from it.
As soon as the big bell appeared, it locked the old man inside the bell. As soon as the rattan shoots from the surroundings met the big flaming bell, they immediately turned into thick black smoke and dissipated.
At this moment, a chuckle suddenly came: "The Vulcan Bell is one of the eight secret skills of the sect. When you practice it to great perfection, all evil will not be avoided, and the demons will retreat. I just don't know how far Senior Brother Yan has practiced it?"< br>
"Hmph! Junior Brother He can understand how far Yan's magical power has been cultivated. But I didn't expect that your majestic He Muqing would actually set up this Yimu soul-binding formation in order to avoid my pursuit. Although this formation is Created by senior sect masters , but the formation requires the use of living people as a guide, which is really harmful to the moral character. The new sect leader has explicitly banned this formation as a forbidden technique for the sect. I didn't expect you to be so crazy. This Yimu soul-binding has been completed, and there are more than 300 people in the town. innocent mortal I’m afraid that my life has been poisoned by you!”
These words were righteous, but the man in the dark laughed like crazy, as if hearing this. The funniest joke in the world.
"Blind Yan! Are you going to do this in front of me? We Ming people don't tell secrets. If I die today and your things are yours, I'm afraid not a single person in this town will survive. , with your blind methods, you will let go of any mortal who may leak the news? In this case, you might as well use it for me."
Blind Yan frowned slightly, but his consciousness had quietly spread, as if he was looking for something.
"Junior brother, please stop talking nonsense. It's better to surrender and follow me back to the sect to plead guilty. Maybe we can ask for forgiveness from the sect master and maybe gain a chance of survival."
"Huh, Others don’t know you, I don’t know you yet "The man in the dark said coldly: "Senior Brother and Senior Sister Liu were such talented people back then, but you both forced them to death!"
Yan Xiazi snorted: "That's because they are arrogant and frivolous. Unintentionally, Yan finally fell into the devil's path! It's a last resort."
"Hahaha, it's a last resort. To put it nicely, it's nothing more than killing people and grabbing treasures, just like what you are doing now! On the same day, I secretly used the secret treasure of the sect to ask the mirror of my heart. Inject a ray of Qi into my body to prevent me from escaping. Hey, do you really think I don't know? But you never thought that instead of running away, I would lay a Yimu soul arrester in this town. Are you going to be killed here? Hahaha!”
Blind Yan sighed: "So, there is no need to talk at all."
As soon as the word "talk" came out of his mouth, Blind Yan suddenly took action with lightning, and a flaming red stream of light shot out, directly towards the people in the old house on the corner of the street. There was a big water tank, and with a bang, a middle-aged man in green clothes came out of the water tank in a panic.
This person is naturally the so-called "Junior Brother He" of He Muqing. He is tall and thin, with eagle eyes and a broad nose. His body is covered in flames, and his face looks horrified.
He made seals with his hands repeatedly, the blue light flowing all over his body was unstable, and his skin turned into a wood-green color, with ancient inscriptions looming on it, trying to resist the flames all over his body.
However, the flames were like maggots on the tarsus, and no matter how hard the middle-aged man tried, he could not put them out.
Yan Xiazi had already escaped to the sky above He Muqing, muttering something in his mouth, and then opened his mouth to spit it out. Four ancient fire nails were seen shooting out from his mouth, nailing He Muqing's limbs firmly to the ground.
At this moment, Yan Xiazi smiled slightly and said: "Junior brother, I'm sorry, your Prison Oxen Wood Armor has only been trained to a small level. How can you withstand my fire wolf poison?" He touched it. There was a hint of pride on his chin.
He had a winning chance at the moment, and was about to go down and search for souls to find the master’s treasure, but something happened suddenly!
He Muqing's body lying on the ground suddenly collapsed like a deflated rubber ball, and in the blink of an eye, only a piece of skin was left on the ground.
And a large number of vines grew from his body, as thick as a child's arm, rising into the sky, forming a wooden cage, locking Yan Xiazi inside.
Blind Yan only felt that the spiritual energy in his body was moving like a quagmire, and he could not use even half of his magical powers!
At the same time, there was a loud rumbling sound underground, and the ground collapsed in eight places in the town. Eight wooden piles as thick as water tanks rose from the ground, forming a mysterious restriction.
Then the roofs of houses in the entire town exploded one after another, and more than 300 people in the town flew high into the sky.
These people all had stupid faces, formed strange magic formulas with their hands, and then opened their mouths to shoot more than 300 canes at Yan Xiazi who was trapped in the wooden prison.
These rattans are as black as ink and emit bursts of stench. After shooting out the vines, everyone's bodies quickly withered and fell from the sky like mummies, without any vitality at all.
Yan Xiazi was in the formation, and he felt an overwhelming corrosive aura surrounding him, eating away at his body bit by bit. Even with his cultivation level, he couldn't resist it.
What's worse is that his consciousness seems to be affected, and his thinking becomes slower and slower.
Just before he completely lost his mind, his left hand touched the rag pouch at his waist without any trace, and the next moment it stopped completely and fell downwards.
At this time, there was a flash of blue light on the ground, and a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi emerged from the ground. He looked at Yan Xiazi’s body and said with a smile:
“Brother, you have talked to me many times, no. Just want to explore Can you come out of my hiding place in the formation? It's a pity that despite all your calculations, you don't know that I have refined an external incarnation, and hiding it here is to lead you to the killing position of the formation, right? Hahaha!”
When I thought that Yan Xiazi was dead and that the sect had lost all clues in tracing him, and that from now on it could be said that the sky is high and birds can fly, I couldn't help but feel relieved.
He turned his hand and was about to collect Yan Xiazi's storage bag, but suddenly he felt his spiritual energy tightening, and then all of it flowed out uncontrollably to his feet.
He Muqing was shocked, and his instinctive reaction was to use the shield technique to fly into the sky, but his feet seemed to be filled with lead and could not leave the ground at all.
He glanced down with his consciousness and saw several flaming red spiders piercing half of their heads into the soles of his feet. These spiders were connected end to end to form a line, and at the other end of the line, he was lying on the ground. Blind man on the ground.
He Muqing's spiritual power disappeared in an instant, and then the life in his body also disappeared rapidly. His eyes widened, and he only muttered "Netherworld Fire Spider." and fell down.
As his vitality passed away rapidly, on the other side, Yan Xiazi's face gradually turned rosy, his vitality gradually returned, and he finally crawled back slowly.
Although the fight between the two only lasted for a moment, the intrigue and deception between them was truly dangerous. But it was the blind old man who had the last laugh.
He swept away the dust on his body, looked down at He Muqing's body, and laughed at himself: "Since I got this Nether Fire Spider, I have always regarded it as my biggest trump card. I didn't expect that it would be used on my junior brother for the first time. , It’s really a trick of fate.”
Then he put one hand on He Muqing’s head, a black light emerged, and used the soul-searching technique. After a moment, his eyes flashed, he looked at an extremely ordinary house at the entrance of the village, and said to himself: "It turns out to be there."
(End of this chapter)