The Genius of Formation and Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 147 Lost Heaven Eight Gates Formation (3)

Unexpectedly, Yimeng would greet the middle-aged scribe who was saluting to him, he hurriedly raised his hands to help Yimeng, and said in a panic: "Miss Yimeng, Hong is ashamed, since Hong promised Senior Gu to break Fang Yunlong's formation , I should try my best, not to mention that the old master Zuxie Wang has been very kind to me."

Yimeng straightened up and said, "In that case, please leave to Senior Hong."

The middle-aged scribe stopped talking, and once again thought carefully about the study of formations just now, and then entered the Lost Heaven Eight Gates Formation.Silence was restored in the peach forest, only Yimeng, who was holding Yaoqin, sat down cross-legged.

In the Bewildering Eight Gates Formation, the tall old man and the dove-faced old man sat cross-legged on the ground, circulating their internal energy and recovering the exhausted internal energy. Only the fat man, tirelessly carrying a big hammer, paced back and forth on the spot, lowering his head from time to time. A few words of abuse.The surroundings are still empty, nothing can be seen, and no breath can be felt.

All of a sudden, the fat man turned serious, put his whole body on guard, and shouted: "Who?" As soon as the words fell, a thunderous echo sounded in the formation, making ears buzzing.The tall old man and the dove-faced old man who had sensed someone approaching stood up and looked in the direction of the person.The tall old man thought to himself, after such a long time, Fang Yunlong had already fled away, and the one who was able to enter the formation and walk in the direction of the three of them should be a middle-aged scribe.

Sure enough, the voice of a middle-aged scribe came from the darkness, "Senior Gu, Senior Dong and Brother Hu, please wait a moment, Hong will pass by soon."

Although he felt that the middle-aged scribe was very close to him, but he heard that it would take a while for the middle-aged scribe to come over. The old man surnamed Gu couldn't help but rejoice that the three of them didn't wander around just now.

A moment later, a middle-aged scribe appeared in front of the old man surnamed Gu and the three of them. The old man surnamed Gu clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Hong has ventured into the battle this time and came to rescue the three of us. I am very grateful." The voice of the old man surnamed Gu As soon as he fell, the old man surnamed Dong also cupped his fists to express his gratitude, only the fat man surnamed Hu said in a low voice: "Old Hong, why did you come here, hurry up and take us out of this ghostly place, this time we must catch that stinky boy, Lao Tzu Going to stew him."

Hearing the fat man's words, the middle-aged scribe didn't pay attention, but to the old man surnamed Gu and the old man surnamed Dong, the middle-aged scribe quickly returned the courtesy: "You two seniors are polite, I haven't seen this formation before, so I'm thinking about it outside. After a long time, I still couldn't find a way to break the formation, so I entered the formation, and hoped that with the help of the two seniors and brother Hu, I could find the eye of the formation and break through the formation."

Hearing the words of the middle-aged scribe, the fat man was a little anxious, and shouted loudly: "Old Hong, what's going on, with your 'thousand formations and one eye', can't even a young boy be able to crack the formation?"

The old man surnamed Gu glared at the fat man, but the fat man kept silent, lowered his head, and muttered to himself.Just as the old man surnamed Gu was about to speak, the middle-aged scholar said first: "Brother Hu is right, I didn't expect Fang Yunlong to be so young, but he has such profound knowledge in formation, far superior to me, I am ashamed."

After a short pause, the middle-aged scribe continued: "After my research in the formation just now, I think this formation contains a part of the eight-door golden lock formation, but if it is cracked according to the eight-door golden lock formation, it will definitely not go out. There should be a phantom formation in it, so, I hope the two seniors and Brother Hu will wait for a while, let me deduce the change of the formation, and then find the place where the formation is broken. At that time, the three of you can use your internal force together, and you should be able to break the formation powerfully out."

Hearing the words of the middle-aged scribe, the three of them were overjoyed, and the old man surnamed Gu said: "Mr. Hong is so kind."

The middle-aged scribe sat down cross-legged, carefully observing the changes in the formation, while constantly deducing it in his mind.The old man surnamed Gu and the other three looked at the middle-aged scribe intently.Half an hour later, when the fat man couldn't help but question the middle-aged scribe, the middle-aged scribe breathed a sigh of relief, pointed to a place not far in front of him and said to the three of them: "Okay, this is here, I didn't expect this The formation is so complicated, I made a mistake in estimating it, which made everyone wait for a long time. Now, please, the two seniors, lose your internal strength to Brother Hu, as long as Brother Hu swings the hammer and hits here vigorously, the formation can be broken."

The old man surnamed Gu and the old man surnamed Dong nodded slightly, put their palms on the fat man's shoulders, shouted loudly, the internal energy was continuously transmitted to the fat man, the fat man's face became red like blood, shouted suddenly, raised the big hammer, He slammed down on the position pointed by the middle-aged scribe.

(End of this chapter)