Deep in the mountains and forests, there is an open space with a diameter of about a kilometer, on which there is a broken magic array.
There is a white fog at the top of the magic circle, and the wind can't blow it away.
In the center of the interior, there is a gossip map full of cracks.
In addition to the array, more than a dozen people are studying carefully, trying to open a gap to get the treasure in the array.
"Colorful glazed lamps."
A treasure that can nourish the soul, an auxiliary object for closed practice, is very precious.
This array has existed for many years, the array is broken, and the base is rotten.
Everyone is trying to crack the formation, so as to get the glazed lamp and some superior elixirs inside.
In the distance, Chen Qingyuan looked at it and whispered, "Don't go there. There's no need to ask for trouble."
More than a dozen people in the formation wear uniform clothes and come from the same camp.
It's not worth a dispute for a spiritual treasure.
In addition, they found this array first, and Chen Qingyuan had no reason to compete.
Just as Chen Qingyuan was about to leave, he suddenly noticed a strong momentum. His body subconsciously made a defensive posture and frowned.
After a few breaths, a strong sword covered the area.
Boom--
A flash of sword flashed and fell on the broken array.
The ground shook and rolled up a gust of wind, and the dense branches and leaves rustled.
The sword light flashed, and a ten-foot-long crack appeared somewhere in the array.
"Who?"
More than a dozen people outside the front were facing a big enemy, and they worked together to condense a body boundary, blocking the power of the sword, and their vigilant and fearful eyes scanned around.
"It's good. I'll take it."
A young man in cyan cloth appeared, with uncleaned beard on his bronze cheeks, a pair of deep eyes hid a lot of thoughts, and his slightly messy hair danced in the wind.
The young man passed the array crack at a very fast speed and took away the colorful glazed lamp inside.
Maybe he didn't care, or maybe he didn't want to stain his hands with blood today. The young man just took away the glazed lamp, and many elixirs in the array did not move.
"Who are you?"
Everyone was staring at the young people and was extremely afraid.
"Su Xing meteorite."
The young man smiled indifferently and replied.
Whow--
As soon as the name came out, more than a dozen people coincidentally stepped back half a step and looked frightened.
They come from the southern region. Although they have never seen the demons of Dizhou before, they have bought a lot of books and know something about the younger generation of Dizhou.
"Are you Su Xing from Penglai Villa?"
A monk in the southern region swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked with a slightly frightened expression.
The young man smiled and didn't answer. Maybe he acquiesced.
The monks turned their heads and looked at the sword marks left on the formation, and then glanced at Su Xing's meteorite standing in the void. They did not dare to have any dissatisfaction. They only hoped that Su Xing meteorite could leave as soon as possible.
Thirty-six top sects in Dizhou, Penglai Villa is among them.
As we all know, the strongest of the young generation in Penglai Villa is not the son, but the Su Xing meteorite.
This man is a complete madman, and no one can figure out his temperament.
Maybe he will drink and talk with you today, say everything, and tomorrow he will take action against you for no reason.
Sometimes, he will go to the mortal country to save suffering creatures, and like to be praised by others as a good man.
Sometimes, when he encounters something wrong in his heart, he will kill a lot, and men, women and children will not stay.
For this reason, Penglai Villa has repeatedly wanted to expel this person from the division or abolish his cultivation. Fortunately, under the protection of his master, Su Xing escaped many times.
After taking away the colorful glazed lamp, Su Xing meteorite was not interested in these monks in the southern region, but turned to look at the location of Chen Qingyuan.
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However, Su Xing meteorite noticed that someone was nearby, which was very extraordinary.
"He found us."
Chen Qingyuan and the monk Daochen said.
"This person is very strong."
Monk Daochen said with a serious face.
"The evil of Emperor Zhou should not be underestimated."
In Chen Qingyuan's memory, Daochen never smiled, like a wooden board.
"If he dares to be unfavorable to Chen, the little monk can overdo it for him."
Daochen put his hands together and said softly.
Chen Qingyuan, who heard this, shuddered.
Daochen is the first Buddha of Dongtu Buddhism. None of his peers can compete with him. Although he is usually solemn and serious, he is really going to take action. Who knows how horrible it is?
After all, the old monk of Dongtu dares to let Daochen come to Dizhou alone across countless star domains, which must have great confidence in Daochen's strength.
The old monk let Daochen enter the world in two things, protecting Chen Qingyuan and letting Daochen understand Hongchen.
As the leader of Dongtu Buddhism, the old monk is well aware of the horror of the evil of Dizhou. However, the old monk still sent Daochen, which explained a lot of things.
"Let's go!"
Chen Qingyuan said something.
"Uh-huh."
Dao Chen nodded gently.
The two walked south for about a quarter of an hour.
At the same time, the two stopped, and a solemn look flashed in their eyes.
"Come out!"
Chen Qingyuan looked at a huge tree in the distance and said coldly.
Swook...
A pile of leaves was pushed away by Su Xing's hand, and then his body moved, stood on a thick trunk, looking at Chen Qingyuan and others.
Su Xing meteorite is not interested in Chen Qingyuan for the time being, because he doesn't know him. His eyes have been staring at the monk Daochen, looking from top to bottom, unscrupulous.
There are many heroes in the north. Although Chen Qingyuan is one of the ten heroes, his fame has not spread to the ears of various forces in Dizhou.
Taochen is different. He alone represents the will of Dongtu, and it is difficult not to attract the attention of the world.
"What's your name, monk?"
Su Xing asked.
"Daochen."
Out of courtesy, the monk Daochen was silent for a long time and answered.
"Dongtu has not participated in the Baimai Feast many times. Why this time?"
Su Xing's nature is very direct, and he speaks out his inner doubts.
"No comment."
Daochen's tone is very flat.
"It is said that you are a Buddha of Dongtu Buddhism, so your strength must be very strong. Do you want to compete with me?"
All the forces in Dizhou wanted to understand the intention of the Dongtu Buddha, so they passed on the sound to their descendants before the opening of the Baimai feast, so that the descendants must pay more attention to the Dongtu Buddha and try out something as much as possible.
Su Xing has always been very unhappy with the senior management of Penglai Villa, and he did not intend to obey the order. However, after the master opened his mouth, Su Xing remembered the matter in his heart.
In such a large sect, Su Xing only trusts and respects the master.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into the ancient secret land, he met the Dongtu Buddha, which made Su Xing a little excited.