Staring at the white mist in front of him, Qian Chen leaned on the bow of the boat, slowly raised the feather fan in his hand, and waved it flat.
The big sleeves swept across, and the river surface in front of the tower ship suddenly raised, and huge waves surged, pushing the tower ship to the top of the waves. The river in front suddenly reversed the current, stopping the tower ship like an arrow.
The gust of wind on the tower shook slightly and then collapsed on its own.
The boat stopped in the middle of the river...
Everyone on the boat felt the incident and walked out of the cabin. Yuan Hao and other reincarnation people, the two old men of Jiedan, brought a group of juniors, the aristocratic families on the boat, Xu Yang, Zhang Huaien and others, all came to the deck.
Zhixia turned his head and looked at Qian Chen, and saw that he was staring at the front with a focused expression, and he became more and more surprised. When Zhu Wuchang attacked, he could only control the water beasts in the river and forcibly block the tower ship. It can be seen that Qian Chen's plan did catch the chaser off guard.
However, the interceptor did not show up this time, so Qian Chen could take the initiative to stop the stairs.
Qian Chen waved his feather fan again.
After the strong wind rolled up the flowing wind formation, the remaining energy surged up again, ten times more violent than before. The gathering of strong winds showed a white wind line, blowing the waves on the river, raising several feet high.
The wind blew into the river, and the thick fog rolled around and quickly retreated, but it only retreated for dozens of feet, and it seemed like it had encountered an invisible obstacle. It was blown by the strong wind like boiling water, but it never took a step back.
Yuan Hao's trembling voice came from the side. He looked at the fog barrier that enveloped the river and no longer retreated. His tone was solemn and difficult, and even a hint of horror: "It's a formation!"
"Someone set up a large formation to block the river surface!"
Qian Chen pinched his fingertips, his lips squirmed as if he was silently chanting something. He looked focused, and everyone almost didn't care about everything beside him, as if nothing else attracted him except the three-foot void in front of him.
Zhang Huaien took a small step back and moved quietly behind Qian Chen. He subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab Qian Chen's back, but inexplicably felt a chill like ice water pouring on his head.
Zhang Huai'en's intuition like a small animal made him silently give up this subconscious action.
Yuan Hao looked ugly, looked at the swelling fog on the river, and murmured to himself: "A thousand miles away, a river is closed... It is just the main task of the five morals. How could such a powerful formation take action?"
Gao Hu was even more unbearable, feeling that the shock he had suffered since he entered the space of reincarnation was not as good as he is today.
Fear made him take two steps back.
Du Xiuniang's face was also stagnant. It was because she followed Yuan Hao, who was proficient in formations, that they knew the terribleness of the formation.
The formation is originally a magical power that uses a slight force to leverage the pressure of heaven and earth, and is the most terrifying and killing magic.
In comparison, Jiandao is far behind!
Therefore, the most powerful killing and attacking magical power in the world is the sword formation combined with the single-body killing and attacking invincible swordsmanship and the invincible formation of the power of the sky!
Yuan Hao only got some of the fur of formations, but in the mission of the reincarnation land, he had used this to defeat the strong by weak several times... or in other words, the formation path is a way of practice that can ignore the magical power and magical channels, and redefine the strength and weakness.
With the blessing of formation, any method of connecting to the elixir, forming elixirs, and even the yang gods and the primordial gods are naturally nothing.
It has almost become common sense in the minds of monks.
And those who can use formations to cross the river have more cultivation than just forming pills? The most desperate thing in the world is that they can crush the enemy with cultivation, and their means can crush them even more.
Not far away, two old men from Jiedan looked at each other and smiled bitterly. The old man surnamed Jiao shook his head and said, "The journey has been so many twists and turns. I am so proud of the younger generations that I think my cultivation is already amazing!"
The old man surnamed Huan sighed: "It's all monsters! These people call us politely " fellow Taoist, disdain a little, and treat us like ants!"
Following them, they were already full of energy and guided the younger generations of Yuan Hao, Qian Chen and others to see each other. The ancestors were all ants, so what are we? Mustard insects?
Qian Chen calculated, put down the hand that pinched his fingers and smiled, "What a great formation. I saw Yuan Hao's half bucket of water swaying there before, and I thought my formation cultivation was a bit amazing!"
"First of all, this is the level that the Middle Earth Formation should have!"
"The person who set up this formation has a faint cultivation level above me, so I have to be energetic. If you are not careful, even the true immortal of the Yuanshen will capsize!"
"hold head high!"
A roar like a cow on the river surface covered by thick fog shook the whole world.
A shadow in the white mist is like a thick ink, like the ink marks sprinkled by calligraphy, with a little refreshing feeling, circling like a dragon.
A dark dragon head protruded out of thick fog, and a scholar in white sat on the dragon head.
He was holding Longjiao, his face was not young anymore, but his elegance was very strong, his beard was sparsely drooping under his jaw, and his expression was gentle and calm. He was obviously of a scholarly temperament, but he was wearing a Taoist robe loosely.
Climbing the dragon horn, he lifted up the brush with ink marks in his right hand and wrote to the river surface!
The ink dragon circled down, and a trace of ink was pulled apart.
Wherever we went, the river intercepted the river flowed straight to the east, and suddenly changed the route and turned a bend that was almost right angled, flowing from east to south, and the river surface that had been thousands of miles suddenly changed!
The river is thousands of miles wide, and with this stroke, it suddenly turns into a stream.
Just like on this Qianli River, a Hengjiang River with no head and no tail is opened. When the water flows there, it returns to the Hengjiang River and flows southward.
"There is a scholar... and it is a river!"
Du Xiuniang murmured in a low voice, the shock in her heart was indescribable.
Yuan Hao had already seen that this river flow had no head or tail, and was circulating in the river, continuous. It was obvious that you could go straight down to Jiankang, but if you went down the river at this time, you would inevitably drive into this river, endless, without head or tail...
Because this Hengjiang is transformed by the formation.
If the river is there, he can also use the power of the river flowing east into the sea to calculate the birth gate and block the river and set up the formation. Those with slightly inferior formation cultivation are almost difficult to do. The river flow has its beginning and end, and it must come out of the Sheng Gate. The river comes in a vast and powerful way, and it is unmatched. It is impossible to move the main formation.
In this way, as long as you understand the formation, you can break it with the trend.
Unless... like such a person, he can draw a river into a river by just relying on the formation, and the river water will become the first-class.
Such a formation cultivation is terrifying and terrifying.
Yuan Hao didn't even have the heart to challenge!
"A single painting makes a river!" Qian Chen stared at the scholar who came on a dragon. The ink dragon circled, and the water flowed through the formation. Behind it, there were more than a dozen demon dragons coming one after another, flying around the scholar.
"One, two, three...sixteen!"
Qian Chen counted it carefully and touched his chin and said, "I seem to have heard of the sixteen ink dragons since I heard it... I seem to have made a promise to use the Great Saint Leiyin Piano to explode its sixteen ink dragons!"
"Oh! He is so young and frivolous..." Qian Chen shook his head slightly.
The two old men on the boat were dumbfounded, and they were suspicious before they wanted to speak, and said tremblingly: "What, why could it be him? Why did the Wang family help Sun En? Haven't they turned against each other long ago? Xianzhi Zhenren hasn't visited Sun En for a long time, why did this time?"
"Mo Long of the True Man Xianzhi! That person... is Wang Ningzhi!"
Xu Yang said: "The sixteen ink dragons are the beloved things of the real person. They were originally the ink treasures raised by the real person in his early years. Eighteen ink carp were raised into dragons. When they broke two of them in their early years, the real person was released into the Daoyuan Lake. They have not been born for a long time. Today, they can recruit sixteen ink dragons."
"Only his brother, Uncle Wang is upright!"
"Shuping believed in the Taoist sect. In the past, he joined Sun En's sect with Zhenren Xianzhi. However, he was not as magnificent as his brother, so he was slightly inferior to his reputation!"
The old man surnamed Huan sighed: "It seems that he is just a show of his own. With this, he is a river. Who dares to say that he is inferior to his brother?"
Under the gaze of everyone, Qian Chen took off the oil-paper umbrella on his back and stood up with the umbrella. He was moving without any haste, as if he had stepped on the formation to intercept the river, just like a spring outing.
He casually called the ear canal god and placed it on his shoulder. A white deer stepped on the river from the shore, jumped gently towards the deck of the building ship, and jumped up. He came to Qian Chen's side. The white deer lowered her head and went to Qian Chen's right hand.
Qian Chen touched its ears and turned over and rode on the white deer.
The white deer turned into a leaping white figure, jumped down from the tower, stepped on the water waves, galloped towards the formation that blocked the river.
"There is a Taoist riding a deer north!" Du Xiuniang murmured: "So... So that's it. I had doubts, and that's all the beautiful princesses left!"
The reincarnationists remembered the prompt from the Lord of Reincarnation when they entered this world. However, facing this river-blocking formation, they were still not sure. Who said that the Lord of Reincarnation mentioned a few people and did not mention the result of this battle.
Even though Qian Chen played the piano before and stepped back from Zhu Wuchang, who dared to say that he could win in the face of such a formation? Everyone was nervous on the boat.
Seeing Qian Chen riding a deer, Wang Ningzhi said calmly: "After someone's entrusting you to stop for only three hours, do you still insist on breaking into the formation?"
Qian Chen smiled and said, "It is a lifelong excitement to be able to see such a formation, so how can you miss it!" Wang Ningzhi said with a close look: "Please enter the formation!"
Qian Chen held up the Tianluo Umbrella.
The river flows over the river, the waves on the river are drizzling and drizzling. The waves turn white shatters, as bright as snow, and flood the four hooves of the white deer. Qian Chen sits on the white deer, and a greasy paper umbrella covered the top of his head and stepped into the river flow.
Once you enter the Hengjiang River, you will feel like stepping into an endless river from north to south.
Qian Chen went upstream...
Wang Ningzhi sat upright on the dragon's head, sighed slightly, flipped his hands freely, and waved his pen and ink, and saw that the big river was suddenly lifted up by the tip of the pen. The waves even spread outside the formation. The huge waves broke into the middle of the river where the tower ship was located, and the entire tower ship was swaying. Xu Yang and two old men on the ship took action one after another to stabilize it.
They saw the thick fog dissipate in front of them, Qian Chen held an oil-paper umbrella, and under the flipped river, the surging river was surging down, in danger.
The river was overturned, and the entire river suddenly turned over, and Qian Chen was about to suppress him.
The power of heaven and earth, which was like the collapse of the sky and the earth, made Qian Chen's tiny figure disappear into the formation instantly, making the people on the tower ship scream in surprise, Zhixia and others were even more worried.
At this time, a light of inspiration rose, like the blue sky rising.
The surging river water hit the Tianluo umbrella, and the clear light was vigorous, but it was not shaken at all.
The sky and blue scattered like the sky, supporting Qian Chen's head. In the formation that only had a river, no sky, no earth, supported a blue sky, and divided the sky and the earth.
From then on, the river can only flow down and cannot fall into it anymore.
The rolling river flow is like a torrent that destroys everything, but it is rushing forward with billions of pounds of force.
Qian Chen pressed down with his hands, and an invisible pressure suppressed the huge waves that broke the sky, spreading for hundreds of miles, suppressing the surging rivers.
One man came by a dragon, and opened the river with one stroke, setting up a formation to block the river.
Chapter completed!