Mortal's journey to immortality

Chapter 1185 Five Lines Formation

Looking at the powerful invisible formation in front of him that kept him out, Wang Lu did not act rashly.

Ancient formations are not so easy to mess with.

It is unlike any formation encountered before. Without the leadership of monks, it can only be beaten passively. Not to mention how powerful the ancient strong men are, they can roughly guess the area of ​​the sect with a radius of hundreds of millions of miles. How strong were they back then.

From this, we can see how powerful this mountain-protecting formation is.

Even if the members of this sect are dead, this formation will never be manipulated by others. If it is used forcefully, its counterattack will follow.

In this case, how did Peng Yong and others enter?

Oh, this is not simple, because they have the token. In his opinion, the token is the only key to open this formation.

He also thought about whether it was possible to find other tokens. However, the world is so vast that it would be difficult to find a needle in a haystack just by luck.

The key point is that in thirty years, almost all the damned ones have died, and the living ones have basically grabbed the tokens, and there are no more extra fish that can slip through the net.

Even if there is, the probability of encountering it is very slim.

There is only one way to escape from this world, and that is to enter it, find the person holding the token, and either kill and seize it by force, or ask them to hand it over obediently.

Hum, in the face of life, there is no benevolence, righteousness and morality to speak of, it is worthless.

Now it seems that the first way to break the formation is to wake up Zijiu and see if it has any good ideas.

If it doesn't work, you can only wait patiently, use Snow Eyes to find the flaw in the formation, and then enter it.

Although it would take a lot of time to do so, there was nothing he could do.

"call out."

During the call, Zi Jiu flew out, still in a low mood, and ducked onto his shoulder. Upon seeing this formation, Zi Jiu immediately tightened her wings, as if facing a formidable enemy.

After observing for a few breaths, Zijiu spread his wings and "whoosh", his two small eyes shot out two strange lights, one gray and one purple, which immediately intertwined and "waved" into the invisible and colorless formation.

Just when Wang Lu thought that this blow was broken by the formation, a soft "bang" sound came out, and the purple-grey crystal silk was caught off guard and bounced back by the formation, heading straight towards Zi Jiu.

"drink."

It was too late, but it was fast. Just before Jingsi was about to pierce Zijiu's eyes, a mountain-hard iron fist shot out from the thorn and punched Jingsi.

"Boom."

The crystal threads disappeared without a trace, and Wang Lu couldn't help but shake his body.

The power of this formation far exceeded expectations, and even Zi Jiu was almost hit by it.

In order to comfort Zi Jiu, who was dumbfounded and frightened by his own crystal silk, Wang Lu kept talking and spoke softly, so that the little butterfly returned to the spirit animal bag and fell asleep peacefully without blaming herself.

Hey you yo.

"Hmph, looking for death!"

After comforting Zi Jiu, Wang Lu suddenly changed his color and put on a fierce look with gnashed teeth.

Zi Jiu was as important to him as Chen Ya'er. Chen Ya'er was his wife, and Zi Jiu was his child.

It's not that Zijiu can't escape, it's that it has never encountered a day when it was "actually attacked by its own magical power".

It was horrified and dumbfounded.

Damn it, if you dare to touch my Zijiu, you are seeking death!

Wang Lunu came from it, his eyes slightly condensed, and he sat cross-legged in the void, letting the strong wind howl and remain indifferent.

He carefully recalled all the formations he had seen and encountered from Yang Kelin, the mysterious island, the abyss of the sea.

A month passed quickly, and in his eyes, a blue light thread that was a million times smaller than a hair flashed like lightning.

He passed it by in an understatement, like an old monk sitting dry, motionless despite the rain.

Three months later, the second green light filament was exactly the same.

Half a year later, the third red light filament arrived.

Nine months later, the fourth yellow light filament appeared.

A year has passed, and the fifth golden thread flashed past.

Time is like running water, and three years have slipped away quietly.

Wang Lu stood up and put his hands behind his back. A turbulent wave rushed in his heart. He had gained something.

This nameless powerful formation is extraordinary. It is based on the warriors of metal, wood, water and fire. Water generates wood, wood generates fire, fire generates earth, earth generates metal, and metal generates water. They are interlocking, endless, and perfectly round, with almost no flaws.

However, because no one has been in charge for many years, and the spiritual veins in the mountains, rivers and underground have been extracted moment by moment for endless years, even if the spiritual veins are as vast as the vast ocean, they cannot withstand it.

Finally a slight flaw was revealed.

If he hadn't obtained the snow pupil in front of the ten-thousand-year ice, he wouldn't be able to see why even if he stared at it for ten thousand years.

However, this time was different from the past. Among the countless tiny light filaments intertwining, he caught five slightly different but almost identical light filaments.

They are either red, green, yellow, gold, or blue. From this, this array is based on the principle of the five elements. It is indeed not easy to find loopholes in the cycle of the five elements.

If someone presides over it and the spiritual energy is full, there will be no five colors, but chaotic colorlessness.

The five seemingly undetectable light filaments of various colors mixed among the trillions of light filaments are so insignificant, but in the eyes of the formation master, they are enough to be fatal.

Wang Lu is not a formation master, but with his snow eyes, he is comparable to a formation master, or even a formation grand master.

Although I know that "you" is not the Zijiu who intentionally kills me, it is my Zijiu, and it protects me better than its own Zijiu.

Formation, formation, you must be a little tired after running it for hundreds of millions of years.

In order to make you less tired, let me send you to reconnect with your old friends from hundreds of millions of years ago.

There is only one year left for you to exist in this world. I hope you will cherish it.

Wang Lu's eyelids drooped, and a crazy killing intent shot straight into the sky.

For Zi Jiu, he would make this formation disappear into ashes.