Chapter 213: Breaking the Formation and Surprising Changes

This piece of the Awakening Wood was cut from the root of the Awakening Wood by Wu Yan. Speaking of this Awakening Wood root, Wu Yan got it from the storage bag of a cultivator he killed when he was in the Qi Refining Stage. Wu Yan didn't know it was the Awakening Wood before. Later, when he accidentally showed the box containing the root to his senior brother, he learned the origin of this thing from the shocked senior brother.

Wu Yan also kept the remaining Awakening Wood roots in a box covered with forbidden talismans in his storage bag. Although this thing is not as famous as the three major sacred trees, its efficacy is a bit incredible. Because, no matter which realm a cultivator is in, if he can light such a piece of Awakening Wood in the quiet room of the retreat when he is in retreat to break through the realm, he will never have to worry about going astray.

The reason why Zhang Feng and Bi Xueqing were stunned when they saw such a large piece of Awakening Wood was because not long ago, someone in the Fire Phoenix Mountain Market had sold a piece of this thing at an auction. It is said that a piece of the Awakening Wood, which was only the size of a little finger, was sold at the auction for a high price of 18,000 spiritual stones. This matter had been rumored for a while. The two of them had naturally heard of it. How could they not be surprised to see it with their own eyes?

The piece of the Awakening Wood root in front of them was cut by Wu Yan from the whole piece of the Awakening Wood root. He originally used this piece of root to try to cultivate it with green soil and moonlight spirit liquid to see if it could be cultivated alive. Unexpectedly, it failed. This is the first time that green soil has failed in cultivating spiritual plants.

In desperation, Wu Yan has been carrying this half of the Awakening Wood root that was used for cultivation, in case he was in seclusion in the future to break through the realm to prevent himself from being possessed by the devil. Unexpectedly, he has never been able to use it.

Wu Yan frowned and turned around a few times at the foot of the mountain. Although he noticed that the strange breath that devoured mana and Yuanshen consciousness in the phantom dead sea had weakened a lot, it was still not something that ordinary cultivators could resist.

He thought about it, hesitated for a moment, and then took out a red flag from the storage bag. He raised his hand and cast a spell on the flag, and the flag instantly grew to several feet. Wu Yan showed a trace of heartache, but his men threw the red flag into the Dead Sea without hesitation. The big flag fell into the Dead Sea and floated steadily on the water.

The ghost head on the flag screamed, as if something was biting it. Wu Yan didn't care, and used the light body kung fu Feng Yinbu of the mortal martial arts, and jumped onto the flag. As soon as he stood still, the flag slowly floated forward under his control.

Wu Yan just showed a trace of joy on his face, but before he could be happy, the flag suddenly sank, as if some monster was swallowing the flag under the water. The ghost head on the flag screamed desperately.

Wu Yan used the light body technique of Fengyin Footwork again, leaped back to the shore several feet away, raised his hand and waved, the flag in the water quickly shrank, struggled out of the dead sea with difficulty, and stumbled into Wu Yan's hands. The ghost head on the flag had become a little fragmented and blurred. Wu Yan sighed, put away the flag helplessly, and walked towards the top of the mountain without looking back. Just this one attempt, but the magic weapon that had the opportunity to advance to the level of magic weapon was destroyed.

With the help of the Awakening God Wood, Zhang Feng and Bi Xueqing took half a day to completely recover. Originally, Zhang Feng said he would never want the half of the Awakening God Wood, but after Wu Yan released the spiritual pressure of the Jindan stage, and after Wu Yan's exhortation and enlightenment, he had to accept it in surprise and helplessness.

The Greedy Wolf King fell silent, and Wu Yan had no tricks. Originally, according to his previous idea, he would sacrifice the only ghost magic weapon, the Red Evil Flag, and at the cost of consuming the ghosts in the Red Evil Flag, balance the devouring power of the Illusion Dead Sea. The three of them could step on this flag, float from the Dead Sea to the bottom of the cliff, and then climb up the cliff. After the attempt in the morning, this method seemed to be unworkable.

Now perhaps only the Greedy Wolf King can let the three of them leave here safely. However, no matter what Wu Yan said, the Greedy Wolf King did not respond.

Time passed day by day for more than ten days. The three of them were unwilling to be trapped on this island. In these ten days, they searched almost the entire island, hoping to find the center of the magic array of the Illusion Dead Sea. However, the illusion magic array of the Illusion Dead Sea seemed to have no center at all. No matter how the three of them searched, they still found nothing.

That day, the three of them were standing on the top of the island, looking at the cliff on the opposite bank with a sense of loss. Suddenly, the entire cave began to shake violently without any signs.

The waters of the phantom dead sea below began to sink and dissipate strangely. In less than half a minute, the entire water area of ​​hundreds of feet in radius disappeared strangely. When all the waters disappeared, four dark blue beads as big as human heads floated up on the four sides of the island.

Just as the three were in a daze, four rays of light suddenly flew out from the opposite cliff and shot towards the four beads at a rapid speed. Dozens of other rays of light could not wait to fly towards the island.

Wu Yan was so surprised that he could not help but release his consciousness and operate his magic power at the same time. Everything was normal, and the strange breath that could devour consciousness and magic power without knowing it disappeared.

It seems that the second level of the phantom dead sea magic array was broken by force, otherwise, the original prohibition of air and devouring gods in this cave would not disappear.

However, Wu Yan couldn't figure out who was so accomplished in formations that he could even break the forbidden formations arranged by Master Qingniu.

Just as Wu Yan was deep in thought, dozens of rays of escaping light flew one after another and landed around the three of them, surrounding them in the blink of an eye.

"Auntie!" When Bixueqing saw a woman among the people sent by the Immortal Sword, her face suddenly showed a look of joy and she flew towards her.

"Disciple Zhang Feng, pay homage to all the masters!" Zhang Feng also followed over with a happy face and paid homage to everyone in the Immortal Sword Sect.

Wu Yan stood still, squinting his eyes slightly and looking at the people in front of him with a look of caution. It's just that he didn't know when there was a bag with a narrow mouth and a big belly in his hand. The mouth of the bag was slightly open, but it looked so ordinary that it didn't seem to attract anyone's attention.

The leader on the left is an old man with yellow eyebrows and a yellow beard. Behind him stand a strong man and an ugly middle-aged woman. These three people are the three golden elixir elders from the Qianhuan Hall of the Immortal Sword Sect.

The person leading the group on the right is Mr. Zhu who has not been seen for a long time. Yuan Honglie stood beside him, with an expressionless hand on the shoulder of Feng Hanxiao, whose face was full of bitterness, and stretched out his other hand to Wu Yan, saying: "Wu Yan, hand over the things."

Zhu Junyu stood on the other side of Zhu Junhao, with a complicated expression on his face, looking at Wu Yan but hesitated to speak. Hu Ruyan's clear and charming eyes were looking at Wu Yan with a smile but not a smile.

"Wu Yan, you should recognize me, listen to my advice, and never give that thing to them, otherwise you will cause big trouble for you and your master!" Immortal Baguio comforted Bi Xueqing, and Yuan Honglie heard that As soon as they met, he asked Wu Yan for the thing. His face immediately changed, he stood out from the crowd, and said to Wu Yan with a serious look on his face.

"Yes, Wu Yan, I don't agree with you handing that thing to them either. Come here quickly, they don't dare to do anything to you with us here!" Shui Ling'er next to Baguio Immortal also said at this time spoke.

Wu Yan secretly wondered, when did he become so famous? Why do everyone seem to be familiar with me? Listening to the meaning of this cultivation Shuangjiao fairy's words, it seems that she means to protect herself. What is going on?

"Senior Brother, are you okay?" Wu Yan ignored the others, but looked at Feng Hanxiao, who had a bitter look on his face, and asked.

"Well, I'm not dead yet. Fourth child, leave me alone, I, ah..." Feng Hanxiao smiled at Wu Yan. He wanted to explain a few words, but unexpectedly, he suddenly fell to the ground holding his head and screaming.

"What are you doing!?" Wu Yan suddenly saw that Feng Hanxiao had suffered a tragic change. He thought it was Yuan Honglie who had done anything, and immediately yelled at him angrily.

In just a moment, two lines of black blood flowed out of Feng Hanxiao's nostrils, as if he had been poisoned by some kind of poison. Yuan Honglie was also a little dumbfounded, and let go of Feng Hanxiao's hand. Seeing Master Zhu looking at him suspiciously, he hurriedly defended: "Master, my subordinates did not touch him."

Wu Yan ran over, took out an antidote pill, and was about to feed it into Feng Hanxiao's mouth. Feng Hanxiao sat up on his own, with a very strange and weird smile on his face. He gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "Old man Four, I’m not poisoned.”

Wu Yan's expression changed, as if he suddenly realized something, and suddenly turned his face to a fat pagoda monk who had been hiding behind everyone. This person is Dazhi. However, Dazhi's eyes were calm and compassionate, as if he had no idea what was happening.

"Master Zhu, I have something to ask you." Wu Yan helped Feng Hanxiao stand up and turned to Zhu Junhao.

"You said it." Zhu Junhao said nonchalantly.

"I would like to ask you, which master broke the illusory magic circle of Qingniu Zhenren's cave?" Wu Yan took a deep breath, frowned, and asked in a solemn voice.

Unexpectedly, when these words were asked, Zhu Junhao frowned and smiled mockingly: "Don't you know that your senior brother is very talented in the art of formation? Speaking of which, even I am a little impressed. This The illusory magic circle stumped all of us, but in the end it was broken by your senior brother and the Dazhi Master."

Wu Yan nodded slowly, as if he had some realization, with a look of deep contemplation. Suddenly, he put his arms around Feng Hanxiao's shoulders, put his head next to Feng Hanxiao's ear, and gritted his teeth in a very low voice: "I know it's you, don't play tricks, I will keep my promise."

After saying this, the strange and weird smile on Feng Hanxiao's face disappeared, and then he revealed a helpless and bitter smile that was uglier than crying, and said: "Fourth, I didn't expect this either."

"Elder brother, don't say anything. I know what's going on. Leave this matter to me." Wu Yan took a long breath, smiled, and patted Feng Hanxiao's shoulder in a comforting way.