Outside the Talisman Tower, when a light spot on the eighth floor on the stone tablet suddenly disappeared, and then when the ninth floor lit up, the crowd around the stone tablet was like a group of ducks with their throats pinched for a long time, and the sounds of everyone gasping for air conditioners came one after another. After a brief silence, an excitement suddenly erupted outside the Talisman Tower.

"Awesome! Someone actually rushed to the last level!"

"I'm a turtle, I'm really open today. How many years have I not had anyone who can enter the ninth floor of the Talisman Formation Tower in our Funeral Palace?"

"How many years? Please be more aware of it, you have never had a good time."

"Will Senior Sister Dan Tai enter the ninth floor?"

"We have something to say. With the strength of Senior Sister Dan Tai, I guess it's hard to figure it out, but the one from Qingyun Mountain can't tell the depth, maybe it's him."

"It's really a hell. Senior Brother Chang is really so awesome? He has beaten Senior Brother Ling Yue from Jiange and now he is overwhelming Senior Sister Dan Tai from Fu Palace. He is such a fierce man."

The shaking shouts next to the stone tablet spread throughout the talisman palace, and the figure of the Miaofa Zhenren also appeared on the top of the talisman palace at the same time. She saw that there were really a blind flashing brightly on the ninth floor on the stone tablet.

"Does the burden of carrying forward the formation of the talisman lineage still have to be taken over by Qingyun Mountain?" Miaofa Zhenren shook his head helplessly. As an elder who watched Dan Tai Shuiyue grow step by step, she knew very well what the limit of Dan Tai Shuiyue was. The eighth level was already her limit. As for the ninth level of the talisman formation tower, it was the teaching elder in the talisman palace, and the chance of passing was less than 10%.

The Master Miaofa is one of the few formation masters in the entire Jiuzhou. The ninth level of formation test was set up by her. If she could pass the test, she would get an extremely precious opportunity for spiritual energy initiation.

The true man of Miaofa couldn't help laughing. I wonder if even God was protecting this Qingyun Mountain disciple. If it were other cultivators who practiced the formation, even if they stepped on the ninth level, there would be almost no chance of passing the test. However, Chang Xi was the disciple of Qingyun Mountain back mountain and the dazzling rookie who learned from the formation. His winning rate was thousands of times higher than others.

"It seems that I have to tell my senior brother that the assessment content of the ninth floor must be replaced within this year. Otherwise, I will let the little guys from Qingyun Mountain take advantage of it every time in the future." Miaofa Zhenren smiled bitterly with his forehead, turned around and disappeared.

The outside of the Talisman Tower was already like a market, but Chang Xi, who was on the ninth floor, felt a little strange.

The space on the ninth floor of the Talisman Tower is wider than any of the floors below. Its vision is so far away that it seems that it is impossible to see the limit. The power of the divine consciousness is only equal to the eighth floor. When Chang Xi entered that layer of divine consciousness barrier, he was ready to bear the pressure as heavy as a mountain. Unexpectedly, things went beyond his expectations, making him feel like he hit the cotton with one punch, which was so uncomfortable.

And in this vast space, there is only a unique stone wall.

Chang Xi slowly walked towards the stone wall under the pressure, and ripples on the water surface splashed under his feet. The water and sky were the same color, and there was no cloud in the sky, making people unable to tell which is water and which is the sky. There was an indescribable weirdness in the dreamy scenery.

Because this body and the spiritual consciousness in the Niwan Palace had become accustomed to this kind of pressure, it was not very difficult to walk, Chang Xi soon arrived under the stone wall.

Chang Xi looked up at the stone wall about meter high. The surface of the stone wall was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been cut out by a sharp object by an immortal. It was worthy of the word "magic" and "magic" method. Chang Xi did not rush forward, touched his head and frowned. He always felt that this stone wall seemed to have seen it somewhere.

He suddenly felt excited in his mind, and recalled the thick books that Senior Sister Six forced him to ate. A flash of inspiration appeared. Isn’t this a shadow left?

Shadow Reap Wall is actually a strange ore with special uses called Shadow Reap Stone. It is usually buried deep in the mountains. The outer layer of Shadow Reap Stone is wrapped with a thick layer of hard stones. Many people mistakenly think it is an ordinary stone even if they discover it. But if the thick stone shell on the outer layer of Shadow Reap Stone will appear inside, a mirror-like shadow reap stone will appear.

After such shadow stones are sacrificed by the secret technique of powerful monks, they can store short-term pictures and sounds. The higher the grade, the better the texture, and the larger the shadow stones can store more and more detailed pictures and sounds. You should know that the shadow stones as big as fist require the sacrifices and refinement of powerful people with cultivation above the God Transformation Realm for several years. It is simply worthless. In the entire Jiuzhou, except for two or three first-grade sects with strong foundations who can luckily own one, the others can only be affordable by the top five sects.

Chang Xi was shocked by it. It was the first time he saw him who had a shadow that was ten feet tall. It was a world of difference from the little thing drawn in the booklet of Senior Sister Six.

Chang Xi calmed down and stretched out his palm and pressed it on the Shadowliu Wall. A cold and smooth touch came from the palm. In an instant, the great power of spiritual consciousness, as vast as a river and sea, burst out from the Shadowliu Wall. Chang Xi groaned and retreated repeatedly. A faint light flashed on the Shadowliu Wall, and then a hazy figure that looked like an ink painting appeared.

Chang Xi was knocked to the water by the powerful power of spiritual consciousness, and felt so depressed. He had never heard of anyone's shadow wall that could still store the power of spiritual consciousness. No matter how Chang Xi was feeling uncomfortable, the pictures and sounds stored in the shadow wall were activated, they would be played in the established way.

Chang Xi looked at the figure and said, it was another woman.

The woman on the wall sat on the ground, raised her white wrists and pinched her slender jade fingers in the air, as if she was picking the stars and holding the moon. The bright moonlight and the starry sky shone down, illuminating the ancient guzheng in front of the woman. The woman who could only see her back clearly guided every ray of moonlight and starry glory condensed on the guzheng, and her bare hands blew the wind and plucked the strings of the guzheng.

The sound of the guzheng zither is like a tinging spring, as fast as it is slow, as the wind turns, and the horses and bells are like orchids in the empty valley, and suddenly it is like a breeze, blowing through the gurgling water and the colorful clouds. Finally, the noisy wind drifts to the battlefield on the border, and the sound of golden swords and iron horses roars into my ears, as if bloody swords really pierce in front of me.

The strings of the guzheng zither are slowly plucked, playing for thousands of years, outlining the vivid pictures of thousands of soldiers in the northern region. The sound of the piano is like ink, splashing out a heart-wrenching painting.

There is a saying that when you lie down late at night, you will hear the wind and rain, and the iron horse and the ice river come to your dreams.

The strings of the guzheng zither broke, and the woman looked back with her playing zither, unable to see her face clearly, and she had a look of it for thousands of years.

Chang Xi forgot the pain in his chest and stared at the light gradually disappearing on the wall of Yingliu, just because he had heard this song many times.

The water surface was rippled in front of the shadow wall, and a guzheng that was exactly the same as the woman's hand floated from under the water. Chang Xi took a deep breath, walked to the guzheng and sat cross-legged on the water surface, plucked the rolling water droplets, gently brushed the strings of the piano, and gently plucked the person in memory.

The sound of the piano reappears again on the quiet and vast ninth floor. The sound of the piano is melodious and spreads far and far from the mirror-like water surface. The rhythm of the piano is exactly the same as the woman playing on the wall. Although the charm is slightly less than that, it also has five or six points of similarity.

The sound of the piano is a rune, the sound of the piano is a formation, this is a formation of music.

Chang Xi closed his eyes and lowered his head, flying between his fingers like a flower butterfly, letting his thoughts lead the movements.

He was very glad that whenever the third senior sister played this song and set up a formation in the lake, he would humbly observe and study carefully. Day after day, practice makes perfect. Even if he was not familiar with the rhythm before, he could play this piano piece that the third senior sister relied on to become famous at this moment, and he could also set up the rhythm array that the third senior sister relied on to become famous.
Chapter completed!