Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 168: Human traces remain, but human shadow disappears

"Is there anything I need to pay attention to with the Sky-Zhanying Sword Shadow?" Wu Meng asked.

If the rift in the formation is compared to a line extending from the Heaven-Destroying Sword, then the sword shadow is another line.

Although the two are heading in different directions, they have an intersection at a certain point.

To put it simply, if you keep going forward along the crack, you will inevitably reach the place covered by the shadow of the sword.

"The sword shadow is in the middle of the eight directions and needs to pass through the outer edges to reach it." Wu Zun explained.

"Although it is not recommended to go deep into this level, I have increasingly felt in recent years that your ambitions are not on the periphery."

The other party said with a half-smile but not a smile: "How about the sword shadow? It's the homework you need to do to enter the Sword Ruins. If you want to go deeper, in addition to strength and luck, you must also have knowledge."

Wu Meng nodded, took another deep look, and wrote down as many details as possible where the sword shadows intersected.

That’s just a few sentences.

The majestic sky-slashing sword faded away like a shadow, the field of vision was pulled closer, and the sky returned to normal.

Ahead, there is only a dense forest.

The strong wind shook the shadows of the trees.

Tick.

A drop of cold raindrops fell on Wu Meng's palm, followed by crackling, and the rain suddenly became heavier.

The entire lush forest is covered in a layer of white 'filter'.

Head Yun Yao gathered the people together and explained the key points one last time.

These matters have been emphasized several times along the way.

Wu Meng listened and looked into the distance.

In this moment, several young immortals led their respective teams into the forest from different directions.

According to the leader, most of these foreign young immortals have sect missions and will serve as the 'arrows' for the exploration of the Sword Ruins.

This also means that in the Sword Ruins, exploration is the first priority for the young immortals.

I just don’t know if, with the strength of this generation of Young Immortals, I can break through the periphery and push the ‘progress’ to the middle of the eight directions.

As his thoughts were spinning, he heard the leader say in a deep voice: "Everyone, the future of Yunyao Sect is in your hands."

After saying this, he waved his sleeves and made a gesture.

The prostrate Rhinoceros Fengqing behind him spread his wings and screamed loudly, setting off the rain curtain to see off all the disciples.

The two foundation-building monks Wu Zun and Song Mang took the lead and turned into rainbow light and flew into the forest.

Wu Meng looked at the place where his master disappeared. Just as he was about to leave, he saw Wang Xumeng flash past.

"Junior Brother Wu, take care."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure disappeared into the rainy forest.

He turned his head, and Luo Qingbao was still standing beside him.

"Let's go, Senior Brother Luo, we can still walk together for a while."

……

Yunyao's twenty or so disciples, whether fast or slow, happy or sad, all entered Maolin in just one stick of incense.

Another hour.

The ruins here gradually became quiet, and the only sound was the sound of pouring rain.

suddenly.

In the heavy rain, a disc lit up, as bright as the moon, bright yellow and clear.

A slender figure walked out of the rain curtain. He was wearing a bamboo hat and green clothes. He was more like a knight than an immortal.

"It's too late! It's really..."

Zhou Yunuo covered his forehead and blamed himself.

She looked around for a few times, and when she reached the edge of the forest, the disk behind her suddenly lit up, triggering the Sword Ruin Formation to appear as well.

The formation screen was glowing with silver light, and there were sword shadows wandering in it, like dragon patterns, as exquisite as a work of art.

Of course, this is a static phase.

If the formation offensive is triggered, it will be another scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Zhou Yunuo pointed his finger.

Before it was touched, the silver-white formation seemed to be stimulated and let out a scream.

call out!

Near the fingertips, thousands of raindrops fell, and at this moment, they were all split into two. She flashed and landed ten feet away.

Lifting his finger, he saw bright red blood beads oozing out from his fingertip.

"Can't the incarnation of the first level also work... I can only try the method of the Qiu Longxian..."

Zhou Yunuo murmured to himself, clasped his hands together, changed the formula several times, then took off his bamboo hat and put it behind his back.

The black hair fell like a waterfall, and at the same time, the 'full moon' was put into the bamboo hat.

She raised her head and threw the bamboo hat into the air.

The next moment, a cyan shadow appeared in the rain curtain three to four feet high. It stood with its back turned, slender and tall, and was eighty-nine times similar to her original figure.

The bamboo hat landed on the head of the virtual shadow, turning from solid to virtual, and finally faded away with it.

Zhou Yunuo walked to the edge of the forest again and pointed his fingertips.

This time, the silver-white formation has not lit up, and apart from the wind, rain and tree shadows, there is nothing strange at all.

She exhaled slightly and looked into the deep forest. There was excitement and curiosity in her eyes, but also anxiety and worry.

"I haven't felt like this for a long time! I hope I don't fall into it."

She muttered something and stepped into the forest.

……

Just a few days after Zhou Yunuo entered, two old men with gray hair and boyish faces came hand in hand.

The two of them wandered around Zhejianmen for half a day, and then landed on a mountain top a hundred miles away. They placed a chessboard and sat cross-legged to play chess.

"Hey, I lost most of the round."

Before the child fell, the old man in the east spoke.

"Oh?"

"Huaqu's bamboo trick was made up by you. Now there is only one of the two little demons left. Doesn't it mean that he lost most of the game?"

The old man in the west shook his head: "That's wrong. It's not like you haven't seen the other person in Youjiao Palace. The situation has become irresistible. No matter how hard it is to contain, we can't lose this game."

"It's very true, little girl Qingliu, can you tell me?"

"It's simple. If you can survive this, just take him back to the door."

"What about the boy named Wu?"

"The weather hasn't panned out yet, let's wait and see." The old man from the west commented one by one.

After saying this, the two looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

……

Entering the Sword Ruins is like entering a dead realm.

This is Wu Meng's most profound feeling in the past three days.

The dead realm does not mean that there is little life here.

On the contrary, because the aura was so rich that he had never seen it anywhere, and the vitality in the forest was so strong.

So what is the dead zone?

With such strong vitality, there are traces of people everywhere, but not a single human figure can be seen.

This strong sense of contrast becomes stronger as we go forward.

Just like five hundred years ago, after the Tianzhan Sect closed the formation, everyone in it quickly lost their vitality.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion shook the sky and the earth.

Wu Meng raised his head and saw that apart from the dense branches and leaves, he could not see any light from lightning.

Tick.

Water droplets form lines along the leaves.

He removed the rain-proofing technique, spread out his palm, took two drops and put them to the tip of his nose. A strong fishy smell hit his nostrils.

"How is it?" He looked at the dense thorns and vines in front of him: "Can you still chop it?"

"no problem."

Luo Qingbao's fingertips gathered sword light and swung forward with all his strength.

I saw a flash of silver light, and the next moment, within seven or eight feet, all the entangled vines, branches and leaves were split into two.

Just as the sword light dissipated, taking advantage of the crackling sound of the cane being cut, seven or eight black shadows suddenly shot out from the tree crowns in all directions and swooped over!

(End of this chapter)