Several people followed the direction where the wind was blowing.
Although the fragments of this continent are large, they are nothing to cultivators. They walked along the desolate and dilapidated ground and finally found the source of the wind.
"Huh, what is this?" Jing Jue asked in surprise.
I saw a lot of stone pillars of different heights standing on the desolate black ground ahead. The stone pillars were arranged in a wonderful shape, and the wind penetrated through these stone pillars.
This scene is unspeakable strange.
Probably they saw the battlefield fragments of the two continents consecutively. The entire continent fragments were silent, barren, and dilapidated...All existence seemed to have been destroyed in the passage of time. Suddenly they saw these stone pillars standing here. It is a little strange.
Everyone looked at it for a moment, and couldn't tell why they came, and they turned their heads to look at Ning Yuzhou.
At this time, it's right to find Brother Ning directly.
Ning Yuzhou did not disappoint their expectations, and slowly said: "It should be the eight formations of Juntian."
"What then?" Wen Tutu asked, "Brother Ning, what's the use of it?"
"It was originally used to summon gods and ghosts, but now, it should be used for other purposes."
"What is it used for?" Su Molan also asked.
Ning Yuzhou said indifferently: "You will know when you go in."
"Go in?" Everyone looked at him one after another, without concealing their surprise, "Can we go in?"
"It's okay." Ning Yuzhou's gaze patrolled the gray stone pillars of varying heights, "Everything in this space has been annihilated in the years, and it is the only one allowed to stay. Look at this wind, it should be generated by the overflow of power in the Eight Formation Juntian Diagram, so it can be seen that the Eight Formation Juntian Diagram can also be used."
Suddenly everyone's eyes brightened, and they couldn't help but feel a little eager to try.
They are all here, no matter what this thing is used for, I naturally want to go in and see, maybe there is some chance in it. The most important thing for a cultivator is chance.
Ning Yuzhou said: "You can go in and see the situation, but it's best to protect yourself. If you die inside, you will disappear directly, and you won't even stay behind."
"Why won't you stay?" Ning Jichen asked his son in confusion.
The spirit of the cultivator is powerful, especially the higher the level of cultivators, the more impressive the power of the spirit. If you accidentally die, the spirit will not disappear. You can choose to reshape your body, or you can choose to transform into a ghost to survive. The odds are very high.
Ning Yuzhou smiled, "Eight Formation Juntiantu will absorb the souls of dead creatures and become the power to nurture them."
For a while, everyone looked at each other, not dare to look down upon this thing.
Sure enough, it was passed down from the ancient battlefield, naturally it will not be that simple.
Wen Tutu jumped out first, "It's better for me to go in and see the situation. If it is not dangerous, you can go in again." He is the highest cultivation base here, so he can check it out.
Pulling him back with a hand, Pei Qiyu said gloomily, "I'm going to go, you stay here."
Wen Tutu's round eyes, what does this demon species mean? Rush to die with him?
Naturally, Pei Qiyu was not going to die, but the eight formations of Jun Tiantu had an inexplicable power to attract him, making him feel that he could go in and take a look.
This is a keen detection as a magic seed.
"Let him go." Ning Yuzhou stopped Wen Tutu and said to Pei Qiyu, "You enter the center of the pattern and activate it there."
Pei Qiyu shook Su Molan's hand and walked towards the Eighth Formation Juntian Map.
The eight formations of Juntian are arranged in a wonderful order, divided into eight directions, each of which has a passage for one person to pass through. Pei Qiyu randomly picked the nearest passage and walked straight along this passage until he reached the center of the Eight Array Juntian Diagram.
The original meaning of Jun Tian is the center, which is a metaphor for the place where the emperor of heaven lives, at the end of the sky.
Ironically, these eight formations of Juntian Tu are a thing that summons ghosts and gods, which are regarded as ominous and have nothing to do with the place where the Emperor of Heaven lives. But this was once, and now, what was in the eight formations of Juntian Tu, but I didn't know it. Pei Qiyu felt that Ning Yuzhou should know something, but he couldn't be sure, so he didn't say it.
A formation is engraved at the very center, and every formation pattern of this formation fits with the surrounding stone pillars, forming a complete eight formation Juntian map.
When you come here, you can more clearly feel the power contained in the wind blowing from the eight waves of Juntiantu. If this thing is placed outside, the overflowing wind alone has long attracted the attention of the cultivator and cannot be hidden at all. , But in this kind of place, even if it overflows its power for millions of years, no one will go.
Pei Qiyu looked at it for a moment, took out a top-quality spiritual stone, and set it in the center of the formation.
With a clatter, the best spirit stone shattered instantly.
Pei Qiyu raised his eyebrows and couldn't help laughing out loud. With a wave of his hand, he shakes away the fragments of the best spirit stone, took out a piece of celestial power, and re-embed it on it.
In an instant, the eight formations of Jun Tiantu lit up a bright Huaguang, and Pei Qiyu disappeared into the Huaguang.
The people outside the Eight Array Juntian Map also saw the bright light.
"Master Pei went in?" Jing Jue asked with bright eyes.
After Hua Guang disappeared, there was no sound inside, and he couldn't feel Pei Qiyu's breath, obviously he had already entered.
Everyone was a little happy, but also a little expectant. They just had to wait for Pei Qiyu to come back to see what was in the eight formations of Juntian Tu.
It didn't take long for Pei Qiyu to go in, and he came out in less than half a day.
When he came out, everyone could see him soaring in blood and energy, and a trace of demonic energy lingering around him, brightly telling the world that this was a demonic cultivator.
Jing Jue's eyes widened and his face was full of disbelief.
Pei Qiyu turned out to be a magic repair?
Pei Qiyu walked over with the blood marks, Su Molan hurried over to help him, seeing the blood stains dripping from his body, his eyes were red.
"No problem." Pei Qiyu smiled at her, "It's just skin injuries."
Su Molan didn't say anything, she took out the spirit pill and let him take it, and then asked him to adjust his breath first, and then heal the injury on his body.
Others also saw that he was seriously injured and did not bother him.
Jing Jue finally reacted. After looking at the reactions of these people, he suddenly understood that they should have known the identity of Pei Qiyu Demon Xiu a long time ago.
"Brother Wuming, Master Pei is really..." Jing Jue asked hesitantly.
Master Wuming nodded openly, "Yes, looking at his virtue, you know that it is a magic repair."
Since he is an evil demonic cultivator, why are you still so calm?
"There are no natural good people and bad people, just stand." The teacher said with no words earnestly. "Brother Jing, the demon cultivator does evil, but there are also demon cultivators who don't do evil. At least this guy has never done evil. If he dares to do evil, My Ning brother would be the first to not let him go."
Jing Jue looked confused and didn't quite understand why Pei Qiyu did evil and Ning Yuzhou wanted to be the arbitrator to deal with him?
Others have become accustomed to the nonsense that the teacher has no life, completely ignore it, and accept it well.
Jing Jue quickly accepted that Pei Qiyu was a matter of demonic cultivation hidden in spiritual cultivation, as the teacher had no orders to say, there are no natural good people and bad people, it's just a matter of position.
What's more, as long as the other party doesn't do evil and cultivates spirits or demons, what does it matter?
After all, he still trusts the friends Shi Wuming and Ning Yuzhou. The friends they trust are naturally worthy of trust. He has always made friends without caring about his origin and ability. If he looks pleasing to the eye and gets along well, he is a friend.
So it's okay to have one more magic repair friend.
However, he also knew that the world's attitude towards Demon Cultivation, coupled with the situation in the Soul Beast Continent, could not survive on this continent. If Pei Qiyu reveals Demon Cultivation's identity, it might lead to a lot of crusades.
So it is still necessary to conceal it.
While speaking, Pei Qiyu had already opened his eyes.
The soaring demonic energy on his body was put away, and it looked no different from spiritual cultivation. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Jing Jue would definitely not believe that this person would be a demonic cultivator.
It can be seen that this person's disguise is strong.
Pei Qiyu glanced at him indifferently, before he said: "These eight formations of Juntian map need to be opened with something containing the power of the fairy spirit." After a pause, he said again, "I was passed into an ancient battlefield before, almost was killed."
Looking back on that battlefield, the cruelty was terribly real, like being in a mirror.
What is even more frightening is that after he entered, he turned into a weapon of the Demon Race as a Demon Seed, fighting against human cultivation and ghost cultivation in the Netherworld.
Everyone gasped.
"Could it be that this thing is the battlefield that appeared back then?" Wen Qiao asked in surprise.
"Maybe." Pei Qiyu shook his head, "I can't stay for too long. After feeling life threatened, I hurried out."
It is ridiculous to say that the cultivator of his dignified Yuanzong Realm late stage can only be killed after spending half a day in it, which makes him feel uncomfortable.
However, recalling the magic power of the body during the battle gave him an impulse, and he wanted to try again.
"Then I will go in and take a look." Wen Qiao decided immediately.
Wen Tutu opened his mouth and said: "Sister, let me go in first, it's too dangerous inside..."
"It's danger, you just stayed." Wen Qiao held him, and Ning Yuzhou looked over, seeing that he didn't mean to object, she became more and more happy.
Although Ning Jichen was worried, he didn't say anything.
Jing Jue asked hesitantly: "Prince Pei said just now that you need something with the power of a fairy to open it. Do you have any?"
Wen Qiao and others turned to look at him at the same time, "Of course there are."
"Brother normally gave Wen Maomao some."
"Tweet, twee~" Little Phoenix held up his furry chest, very proud.
Jing Jue suddenly realized that this should be the foundation of the Seven Soul Sect. The teacher is lifeless, but the next lord of the Life Soul Sect in the Seven Soul Sect, it is not surprising that there will be such precious things.
Wen Qiao took out a milky-white transparent stone mixed in from the storage bag.
The moment it appeared, a powerful and abundant force filled the surroundings, and the unsuspecting Jing Jue stepped back a few steps, and Ning Jichen, who had a low cultivation base, couldn't help but retreat.
This thing was given by Shi Wuming to the little phoenix as an apologizing, and little phoenix threw it to her mother to keep it. At that time, Ning Yuzhou said that this is something that contains the power of a fairy and is not suitable for them to use now.
However, it can finally come in handy now.
Wen Tutu stared at the stone, and asked the teacher suspiciously: "Brother Brother, have you planned it a long time ago?"
Master Wuming shouted injustice, "Brother Wen, how can you doubt me? How can I know that this thing works? When I returned to the Seven Soul Sect, I just threw it into my storage bag. It wasn't because I was not allowed to hear the hairs. You said he was fat, did you send him an apology?"
"Tweet!"
Seeing the little phoenix looking over warily, Shi Wuming hurriedly said, "I didn't say you were fat, so you don't need to look at me."
To put it bluntly, Shi Wuming finally dispelled Wen Tutu's suspicion. He felt that it was not easy for him. It was obviously something that Wen Mao Mao pit had sent to Wen Qiao, but he was suspected that he had a motive. How could he have any motives?
Ning Yuzhou glanced lightly at Sui Sui Nian's Master Wuming. After seeing him shut up, he said to Wen Qiao: "It has more fairy spiritual power, it should be able to be used a few more times, and it will be taken away when it comes out."
Wen Qiao answered.
Through Pei Qiyu's experience, they have been able to determine that the way to open these eight formations of Juntian Tu is not a spirit stone, but something with the power of a fairy spirit, which absorbs the power of the fairy spirit inside. As a demon species, it is not surprising that Pei Qiyu can get something with the power of a fairy.
After saying goodbye to them, Wen Qiao entered the Eighth Formation Juntiantu.
Coming to the center of the Eight Formation Juntian Tu, Wen Qiao took out the stone containing the power of the fairy spirit and set it in the formation center.
A brilliant brilliant light lit up, and Wen Qiao felt her body being pulled into another space.
When she was standing, a face suddenly fell in front of her.
This is a beautiful little boy, with a tender young sapling on his head. There are only two leaves on the sapling, which looks rather pitiful.
The little boy held her hand tightly, looked at her with a sad look, opened his mouth and said silently.
Wen Qiao understood his mouth and said: You must return safely.
Wen Qiao nodded at him without knowing what was going on.
Then, in the sad eyes of the little boy, Wen Qiao followed the people around to leave the place where beautiful and beautiful plants grow, and rush towards the battlefield.
She secretly looked at the people around her, and found that they exuded an atmosphere that made her feel very kind.
Xu Ye noticed her gaze, and a handsome man beside him suddenly stretched out his hand and stroked her head, showing her a calm but affectionate smile.
Wen Qiao was a little weird in his heart, and she didn't have time to say anything in the future. As soon as her vision changed, the surrounding environment was completely different.
There was a smell of blood in the air, and a tight killing intent flowed, making her subconsciously guard.
A rumbling sound rang out in the distance, Wen Qiao looked up and saw a deafening sound from a huge monster in front of him, and his mouth spouted black magic fire.
Wherever the magic fire reaches, grief is everywhere, and there are countless deaths and injuries.
Although Wen Qiao was a little dazed, her fighting instincts had quickly put her into a state, summoning a scorching sun bow, and slamming a beast that was rushing forward.
The magic fire spread on the ground.
Wen Qiao could even feel the heat of the flame, licking her skin, as if she was about to boil off the water in her body.
She had the illusion that she was about to be scorched. She was sweating and her lips were dry, but she couldn't shrink back. None of the people around who were fighting with her flinched.
She glanced hurriedly and found that these people were the places where she had left the beautiful forest with her earlier, as if she were from their clan.
Until a figure soared to the sky, fighting with the fire-breathing monster.
After someone restrained the beast, there was no magic fire spreading, and the surrounding enemies were able to deal with a lot. Wen Qiao followed the group of people and continued to fight, adding countless wounds to her body, and when the wound was stained with unextinguished magic fire. A burning smell came, and the pain made her sweat.
I don't know how long it took, when the spiritual power in her body was exhausted, the war finally ended.
They won, but there were countless casualties, and there were fewer people around.
Wen Qiao was lucky to survive, but she was lying on the ground, unable to move.
A figure appeared next to her, Wen Qiao looked over with difficulty, and saw a face with a clear face, the man looked at her worriedly, gently lifted her head, and took out a biyingying fruit to give her.
Wen Qiao subconsciously pressed the tip of her tongue against it, but a part of the fruit still slipped into her throat. In an instant, the wounds on the body with the smell of magic fire did not hurt so much and began to heal.
Wen Qiao looked at the man holding her head in surprise.
The man looked at an ignorant child, smiled at her with his lips bent, stroked her head softly, and said silently to her: What a silly sister!
Wen Qiao: "..." What, who is this? How can I recognize my sister indiscriminately?
Wen Qiao held him up with a dazed expression and left the dilapidated battlefield.