Chen Shuixin looked at Wang Min's back and asked, "Did he listen?"
Wei Zhuo said, "This idea will take root in his mind and grow stronger day by day."
Although Wang Min rejected Wei Zhuo and Chen Shuixin's unrealistic ideas, words such as formation formation and ascension kept flashing through his mind.
Maybe what Wei Zhuo said is right?
Wang Min shook his head quickly, shaking the thoughts out of his mind.
Wei Zhuo once again took on the responsibility of repairing and refining spiritual weapons, but this time Wei Zhuo chose to keep Chen Shuixin by his side. He said to the outside world that Chen Shuixin had set him up.
Although this reason sounds a bit far-fetched, as Wei Zhuo is a rare weapon refining master here, others still acquiesced in Wei Zhuo's words.
Chen Shuixin looked at the fierce fire. She raised her chin and asked, "Little bracelet, hasn't Wang Min figured it out yet? Time waits for no one! The blood-eating gray vine will come back soon, so it's better to make a decision as soon as possible."
Most of the cultivators of the three tribes of humans, monsters and demons are arrogant and will not recognize the reality unless they are beaten to the ground several times.
Wei Zhuo said calmly, "This matter cannot be rushed."
Chen Shuixin swallowed, sighed, put down the hand supporting his chin, and lay down on the table.
On this day, Wang Min came specially to say goodbye to Wei Zhuo, "Master Yuan has collected the materials for the forbidden formation, and our group plans to escort Master Yuan to the damaged area of the formation to repair the leaks."
Chen Shuixin said abruptly, "Fellow Daoist Wang, I think this is very risky, so why not give in and negotiate with the Blood-devouring Gray Vine. I believe that the Blood-devouring Gray Vine will be very interested in the suggestions we put forward."
Wang Min smiled and did not respond to Chen Shuixin's words.
Wei Zhuo could only say, "Take care!"
He also took out a bowl-shaped tortoise shell spiritual weapon and handed it to Wang Min, "Fellow Daoist Wang, this is the back of a tortoise shell. It can resist the attacks of three cultivators in the late stages of transcending tribulations. Now I give it to you."
This was originally a ten-thousand-year-old turtle shell given to Wei Zhuo by a cultivator who begged him to repair his spiritual weapon.
Wei Zhuo took advantage of his spare time to refine the turtle shell into a defensive weapon, which he presented to Wang Min.
Wang Min took the tortoise shell back, thanked Wei Zhuo and turned to leave.
Chen Shuixin sighed after Wang Min left, "Well, I don't know if Wang Min and the others will be able to come back alive. I think the situation is not optimistic, and it is very likely that they will escape death."
Wei Zhuo touched Chen Shuixin's hair and said, "There is always such a disaster. I hope fellow Daoist Wang can survive." Otherwise, they will have to find new candidates to put forward their suggestions.
Chen Shuixin's life at this station was very fruitful, but Master Yuan and his entourage followed by Wang Min were on a dangerous path every step of the way.
"The crack here is getting bigger again!"
Master Yuan is one of the few formation masters among the three tribes of humans, demons, and demons who has reached the threshold of the formation master. He saw the flaws in the forbidden formation at a glance. Compared with five hundred years ago, the cracks were even bigger.
It has become much bigger.
He can even predict that if this crack is left alone, the ban on the Xitian Continent will be broken in a thousand years, and the blood-eating gray vine will once again cause trouble to the spirit world.
"Master Yuan, come and make up for this ban, and we will guard it."
Master Yuan nodded in agreement, and the formation materials began to be refined.
Wang Min was arranged to drive a shuttle ship to patrol the outer area.
When Master Yuan was halfway through refining, a vine as thick as a human body shot out from inside the Xitian Continent. The vine was so powerful that it directly penetrated the ancestor who was guarding Master Yuan in the early stage of the Tribulation.
The ancestor could only desperately control his Nascent Soul to escape from the corpse.
The other cultivators also reacted, and for a moment, they all showed their magical powers in the void and successfully cut off the vine.
But things were far from as beautiful as they imagined. After that vine disappeared into the void, dozens more vines flew by.
Some vines directly twisted the outer shuttle ship into two pieces. Wang Min, who survived, immediately came out of the shuttle ship, immediately put away the ship, took out the gourd, fought with the Eighteen Spirit Swords and a vine.
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The tortoise shell back given to him by Wei Zhuo saved him three times and broke into several pieces. The scattered cultivators who survived the tribulation period protected the seriously injured Master Yuan and fought and retreated, and finally drove the shuttle ship.
The ship fled.
When Wei Zhuo and Chen Shuixin saw Wang Minzhi again, it was already three months later.
Wang Min looked pale and was missing an arm.
He smiled bitterly and said, "If it hadn't been for the turtle shell that little friend Wei gave me, maybe I would have been buried in nothingness."
Chen Shuixin blinked and said, "Fellow Daoist Wang, you failed?!"
Wang Min let out a long sigh and said, "Master Yuan was seriously injured and almost died. Now he is in seclusion. I have been thinking about the suggestions put forward by Wei Xiaoyou in the past few days. I think it may be feasible."
Chen Shuixin immediately understood that this was treating a dead horse as a living horse.
But no matter what, it is a matter of great joy that things can go in the direction they expected.
Wang Min said, "Can Xiaoyou Wei and Xiaoyou Chen participate in the discussion with me?"
Wei Zhuo clapped his hands, stood up and said, "Let's go."
Wang Min brought Wei Zhuo and Chen Shuixin to the central area. Among them were ancestors in the middle and late stages of the Tribulation, and there were very few descendants with freshly cultivated skills like them in the early stages.
Wei Zhuo showed no stage fright at all and said directly in front of the ancestors, "As far as I know, the seniors hundreds of thousands of years ago once set up a training formation in Xitian Continent, hoping to refine the Blood-devouring Gray Vine in one fell swoop.
But it’s obvious that the formation formation has not had the effect it should have.”
As soon as Wei Zhuo said these words, most of the ancestors present were either extremely surprised, or frowned, and some demon cultivators even directly asked, "What formation formation?! How can there be an formation formation?"
But most of the human cultivators remained silent. It was obvious that some human cultivators with family origins were already more or less aware of this matter.
Suddenly some of the ancestors of the demon clan became dissatisfied. Seeing that internal strife was about to break out, the most virtuous and respected cultivators in the human race suppressed them.
Wei Zhuo continued, "In addition to the formation formation, there are also sealing formations and curses. The three methods were used together but still failed to eliminate the blood-devouring gray vine. At this time, we should try other methods."
"The power of the blood-devouring gray vine is no longer suitable for the spiritual world. Why don't we send her to the fairy world?!"
The demon cultivator was dissatisfied at first, "Are you going to give it away if you say so? Is she willing to leave?!"
Wei Zhuo replied, "Of course I know how to be moved by affection and show courtesy!"
When Wei Zhuo said this, most of the cultivators present burst into laughter! Some cultivators even wanted to kick Wei Zhuo out.
Wei Zhuo's expression remained unchanged as he said, "There are many ways to do it, but this is a method that can be fought without bloodshed."
He emphasized, "Her power has exceeded the scope of spiritual power."