The Genius of Formation and Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 145 Lost Heaven Eight Gates Formation (1)

Among the peach groves on the [-] hillside, the tall old man and three people who were trapped in the array of eight gates. After the trial attack was ineffective, the tall old man sighed and said: "The few of us haven't studied the formation. Under the circumstances, you must not be reckless. Junior Brother Lu suffered misfortune because he underestimated the formation made up of a bunch of messy wooden sticks. During this period of time, I think that kid Fang Yunlong has already escaped. Let's wait and see. Miss Yimeng, find a way to rescue us."

It can be seen that the tall old man has a high prestige among the three of them, so after he finished speaking, even the fat man who was very unwilling had no choice but to stop attacking, and cursed angrily: "Hmph, it's too cheap for this kid, After we go out, we will definitely crush this kid to ashes!"

The dove-faced old man didn't speak, but his resentful eyes showed everything.

Outside the Mitian eight-door formation, Yimeng gently wiped away the blood on Yaoqin, stood up holding Yaoqin, stared blankly at the peach forest in the moonlight, looked from a distance, there seemed to be a shadow, staggering Stretched body, galloping fast, bending over and coughing up blood from time to time.

The night was dark, and the breeze became a bit chilly, Yimeng shook her numb body while standing, and hugged Yaoqin vigorously, as if she couldn't stop the coldness of the night, she stared at the dark formation After a while, Yimeng turned and walked towards the middle-aged scribe lying beside him.

After taking the elixir, the middle-aged scribe's complexion improved a lot, but he was still in a coma.Yimeng hugged the Yaoqin, her Qianqian jade fingers moved lightly, and the light and agile sound of the piano came out slowly, like an elf in the moonlight, dancing gracefully beside the middle-aged scribe, showing a moving and moving posture.

With the ups and downs of the piano sound, the face of the middle-aged scribe changed from joy to anger. After a while, the middle-aged scribe yelled and woke up.Seeing Yimeng holding Yaoqin and looking at him quietly, the middle-aged scribe seemed to remember something, turned his head to look over his right shoulder, and saw nothing but nothing, the middle-aged scribe couldn't help screaming loudly, " Ah!" When he rolled his eyes, he would faint.

At this time, Yimengyu's hand suddenly swiped on the Yaoqin, and there was a muffled sound of "dong", like a loud and clear bell ringing in the empty hall, reverberating loudly.As if struck by lightning, the middle-aged scribe immediately sat up and stared at Yimeng blankly.

(End of this chapter)