Chapter Twenty-Three Conjunction of Essence and Accumulation
Gui Wujiu stepped into the formation gate and felt as if he had entered a strange and inexplicable space.
From the outside, the space inside each array gate is only about a hundred feet or so. But the feeling when entering it is like being in a small world with a radius of more than ten miles.
Looking up at the sky, the sky is a billowing and flowing blue air. It is said that whether it is the vitality of vegetation or the poisonous mist of the secret place, it is often blue. But it is different from those alluring and mysterious overflowing blue air. This piece of blue air
Tasteless and odorless, as refreshing as glue, it naturally makes people feel the joy and goodwill in it.
The foothold and the surrounding areas were filled with khaki billowing smoke, half-empty and half-solid covering this broken boundary.
However, in this wonderful space, the most eye-catching thing is the two bright star points, one red, one east and one west, slowly circling around the center of this space. When the two star points are far away from the center
Far and sometimes close, it's like being pulled by a very elastic rope.
The nearest one is only a few feet away, and the farthest is three or four miles away.
Gui Wujiu sensed the pulling power of one of the star points, relaxed his mind, and let his body drift towards the red "star point".
After a while, he moved closer and saw clearly that the red star point was actually a ball of mist the size of a walnut. Gui Wujiu held it in the palm of his hand and immediately felt that half of the energy in the formation gate was under his control.
After mastering half of the energy of the array gate, a repulsive force came from the white star point on the opposite side. Gui Wujiu didn't force it, and stood quietly waiting.
Sure enough, after just waiting for a moment, the white star point seemed to sense that there was only one person in the formation gate, Gui Wujiu. It turned from repulsion to affinity, turned around and came at full speed, and merged with the red mist in Gui Wujiu's hand.
at.
One red and one white merge into one place to form the essence of jade orchid.
In the seventh level, 72 people compete for the thirty-six formation gates, in the eighth level, 36 people compete for the eighteen formation gates, and in the last level, eighteen people compete for the nine formation gates, which is very different from the first six levels.
For example, in the first level of "Cypress Terrace", five people including Zhu Daoren, Fang Wentong and others came to trouble Gui Wujia. If someone recognized his identity and deliberately provoked, it would not be enough for more than ten people to compete for a ball of Yulan Essence.
Strange.
In the seventh, eighth, and ninth levels, the essence of Yulan does not need to bother to sense, but turns into two opposite and repelling forces, manifesting into star points. Once someone enters the gate, they will immediately be attracted by one of the forces.
.When both forces are mastered, the third person will no longer be able to enter the formation.
If only one person enters the formation gate, after mastering a group of breath for dozens of breaths, another force will automatically match it.
The fusion process of the first six levels of Yulan Essence was all done by the Master himself. But once this seventh group of Yulan Essence appeared, it was like a living creature, actively searching for the vitality of Gui Wujiu's six Yun essences.
Gui Wujiu casually took out the six groups of Yu Lan's essence. This group of wandering essence seemed to sense an idea and immediately pounced on it. The seven-color stream of colors gradually took shape and turned into a seven-leaf flower.
The flower of Chayang’s energy.
Gui Wujiu estimated that it would take about a quarter of an hour for this strange flower to take shape. Only when the essence of the seven aggregates is formed can one leave the formation gate and go to the eighth level.
During the process of the Seven Yun essences being formed, Gui Wujiu's eyes flashed, and he saw an extra arm suddenly appeared on his chest and abdomen. He was startled and quickly looked again.
The ice muscles at the ankle bones of this arm are clear and translucent, like young lotus roots and bright jade. The clothing on the arms seems to be a layer of tulle, which is very different from Gui Wujiu's blue-patterned white robe. On this slender hand, there is also a small hand.
The condensed essence of the seven aggregates.
Gui Wujiu came back to his senses and thought about it carefully. This arm was somewhat similar to Xi Qingheng's.
After stepping aside for a few steps, he saw "Xi Qingheng" standing quietly on the spot. Her body was exactly the same as hers. At this time, they were only a few feet apart, but they seemed to have a blameless existence.
Not heard yet.
Gui Wujiu felt that the atmosphere between heaven and earth was flowing somewhat subtly, and his mind followed this mysterious flow. "Xi Qingheng" suddenly disappeared, and the scene in front of him changed again.
A monk in green clothes and clouds holding a long sword was fighting with another monk in sackcloth who used the iron whip magic weapon. The two men were constantly attacking Gui Wujiu, and the shadow of the whip was almost away from Gui Wujiu.
The long sleeves were swept across two or three inches. However, the evil energy was flowing and the divine intention was activated, but it could not be sensed at all.
However, these two people should bear in mind the fact that they are inseparable. One is a first-level monk of Yu Xuanzong's Golden Core, and the other is one of the followers of Xingyue Sect's Yingzang identity.
Gui Wujiu carefully comprehended it again, and realized that from the moment the essence of the seven aggregates merged, the small world within the gate seemed to come to life, suddenly expanding thirty-six times, but being backlogged in the same space. Just now
As soon as my mind moved, it seemed that the world had turned like a mirror, and the scene in front of me was no longer real.
Gui Wujiu carefully inspected the thirty-six levels of space, which seemed to correspond to the thirty-six formation gates, and he suddenly realized in his heart. This level of mystery allows anyone in any formation gate to observe the other thirty-five formations.
Everything that happens inside the door.
The thought of Gui Wujiu has a wonderful effect. At that moment, my mind goes through the thirty-six categories of distinctions with the flow of Qi, and the scene in front of me changes one by one.
The fight between the black-faced Taoist, Wang Muba, and Lan Qingping, the two first-level Jindan monks... flashed before my eyes like a fleeting glimpse of light.
Finally, when an old Taoist wearing a cirrus cloud crown came into view, Gui Wujiu cheered up.
But what was unexpected was that the handsome-looking middle-aged man confronting this man from a distance was none other than Yu Xuanzong Ye Guangzhong.
After those who were above the second level entered the formation gate first, they didn’t know how the last eight people would fare against each other. The person hidden at the end of the Xingyue Gate had already been discovered by Gui Wujiu, and Gui Wujiu originally wanted to take a look.
Can the opponent force him to expose his methods above the second level?
Only then did I realize that it was this person who took the initiative to pick Ye Guangzhong. Thinking about it carefully, this was indeed a feasible strategy.
When Yu Xuanzong was strong before, he even took the initiative to deal with himself and the white-faced swordsman. So even if he released his sincerity in time to save him, it was unlikely that he would side with Yu Xuanzong. So as long as the two remained neutral, this one would win again.
After passing Ye Guangzhong, the fighting power of the fourth level is four versus four.
Not to mention that the four people from the Xingyue Sect are from the same sect, but Yu Xuanzong and his side have formed a temporary alliance, which is inevitable. After careful calculation, Wang Muba and the other four may have more advantages.
Gui Wujiu took a closer look and saw that Ye Guangzhong's broad-bladed seven-star magic sword had intertwined markings on it. It was obviously severely injured. A piece of his right robe sleeve was also torn. Although the Xingyue Sect's old Taoist's clothes were intact, his expression was darker than before.
It's a bit whiter, but it's not without loss.
The masters competed, and a dozen breaths were enough to create thousands of changes. Gui Wujiu entered the formation gate and condensed the essence of Qiyun for only half a quarter of an hour, but the two people seemed to have experienced a fierce battle.
The old Taoist from the Xingyue Sect focused his gaze, and seven thin swords sprouted from his head. Six of them were indistinguishable, but the last one seemed to be three inches shorter. This shows how accomplished this person is in the "Kong Yun Nian Sword"
, slightly inferior to Liu Xiaoke by half a point.
As soon as the old Taoist used this magical power, he flicked his finger on the sword blade without hesitation.
Ps: There won’t be any tomorrow morning. I’ll post it in the evening.