The moon reaches the middle of the sky.

Yan Li did not rest, but stood quietly in the courtyard, feeling uneasy in her heart getting heavier and heavier.

Since I have achieved success in my previous life, how long has I not experienced such palpitations?

A practitioner's heart is as calm as water and is not disturbed by external things. When he reaches this state, his intuition will become stronger and stronger, and he may even communicate with the world and feel the little will of heaven in the dark.

The monk calls him a call—on a whim.

What went wrong when such a strong premonition came?

Yan Li's mind was still clear and there was no panic at all. He began to rule out one by one.

Du Hong? Impossible. Even if there are hidden dangers in the drug test and he will die suddenly now, it is not related to Master Yan's business.

Hengjiang Gang?

If the Hengjiang Gang's affairs can make you feel palpitations, it must come from the Jinxiu Palace behind it. And the Jinxiu Palace can follow the clues to find out about himself with a few minor signs from the Hengjiang Gang. How powerful should his plan be? With such a person in charge, how can King Shangwu Ji Dongling be safe until now?

Not the Hengjiang Gang.

Could it be the Dongsha Gang?

Dongsha Gang...the witch clan in southern Xinjiang!

Witch Clan, Ghost Festival, Taiyin Power, Ancient Tomb Trial...

All the joints quickly formed into a line in Yan Li's mind, and the only possible answer was obtained:

After receiving his own warning, King Shangwu and his team did not make any preparations!

This is the only possible flaw, and it is also a truly fatal flaw!

You are not afraid of opponents like gods, but you are afraid of teammates like pigs.

Yan Li's eyes flashed sharp light and turned to Guiyun, and said in a deep voice: "Guiyun, do you have any bad situation in the battle? Are you a magic weapon or talisman to retreat to save your life?"

"Yes." Gui Yun replied seriously, "Do you want to use it?"

Yan Li did not answer and said directly: "The people from the Southern Witch Clan took action in the ancient tomb! The battle situation failed, you quickly call Senior Han Tieyi to support him. Remember, no matter when you arrive or the situation of the battle, you must immediately evacuate everyone! At the fastest speed! Remember!"

"Yeah." Gui Yun pursed his little mouth, nodded vigorously, and then soared into the air, turning into a moon-white stream of light, disappearing outside the courtyard wall.

Looking at the direction where Guiyun disappeared, Yan Li sighed secretly: At a critical moment, there was only one child in his hand! It was such a bad card...

With the only support, Yan Li was not in a good mood.

King Shangwu had not taken precautions for his warnings and would have to support him. Then, in the direction of the ancient tomb, it was impossible that only Yu Qingyue would be the only card.

Yan Li keenly remembered that Yu Qingyue once mentioned: Guiyun’s mother.

Guiyun has a very shallow relationship with Yunsect. His mother is probably also a practitioner related to Yunsect, and she is currently in charge of Yunsect.

Only with this big card can you make your seniors not care about the actions of the witch clan in the southern Xinjiang.

In this case, how do variables happen? Where does the crisis come from?

There is too little information in front of you, which is not enough for reasoning and evaluation.

Yan Li only had a slight understanding of the methods of cultivators, and could not even have the minimum assessment of combat power.

In ancient times, "knowledge" and "wisdom" were the same word. Without knowledge, there was no wisdom. Without intelligence, there was no layout.

When wisdom is insufficient, the only way to use the "Yi" is to use it.

Yan Li has today's wisdom, and the "Book of Changes" has made an indelible contribution.

A heavy feeling enveloped my heart like a dark cloud, but Yan Li could still calm down with her strong state of mind.

He returned to the room, calmly took out the calculation sheet and started divination.

The Book of Changes says: The number of Dayan is fifty and five, and its use is forty and nine. It is divided into two to two images, hanging one to three images, and slap them with four images to four seasons, returning to the strangeness to the leap for image and leap. When the five years old is leap, it is then hanged again.

This passage comes from "Yi Ci Shang", which talks about divination methods. "Yi" is originally a divination book. If you don't understand divination methods, you will never understand "Yi".

Yan Li evolved according to the law, and the results were obtained after Liu Yao: eight, seven, seven, eight, six, nine.

"Hengzhi Well." Yan Li murmured, with his wisdom, he naturally remembered the hexagram clearly, "If you change the city and do not change the well, there will be no destruction or gain. When you go back and forth, when you arrive, you will not be able to climb the well. If you lose your bottle, it will be bad."

The well of Heng is a hexagram. It represents the result of divination, which is derived from thunder and wind, and becomes water and wind well.

The meaning of the hexagram is: if villages and towns are renovated, there will be no gains and losses. However, if everyone goes to and from the well to dig water, the well water will dry up, be blocked by mud and sand, and cannot be penetrated, and the bottle of water will be damaged. After that, there will be no place to dig water or tools to dig water, so it is inauspicious.

fierce.

——…—

Bloody rain, deserted village, fog.

The three are intertwined into a scene of hell.

The original Guze Mountain Village was left with only broken walls and ruins, and in the bloody rain curtain, there was a gloomy wind and wail.

The ghost head behind the White Bone Giant Sect sucked all the blood and bones of the villagers, and then burst out with a ghost shadow and landed on the old Xie Cultivator. Then, amid the strange laughter, along with the White Bone Giant Sect, disappeared together.

The old evil cultivator was possessed by ghosts and changed suddenly: his slightly hunched back was straightened again, his dry and dry skin became plump again, and even his pale hair and hair became shiny and soft, covering him with a layer of ghost fire, and his whole body looked like a soul-catching ghost crawling out of the abyss.

"Hehehehahahahahaha..." The old evil cultivator let out a series of strange laughs, and his voice could not tell whether it was a man or a woman or a man or a ghost.

He took out a strange black sail woven by human hair from the magic bag on his waist, held it in the air, chanted a spell in his mouth, and shook it back and forth several times.

The Netherworld Evil Refining Array in front of the Dharma Platform was sensed, and the ghost fire and demon light shone again, gathering the soul resentment that filled the ruins of the mountain village, turning into a huge yin wind, and injecting them into the black sails.

"Bang..."

The black-haired demon banner seemed to be ignited by ghost fire in an instant, and green flames several feet high rose, shining brightly in the blood rain all over the sky.

Among the ghost flames, countless wailing people were rising and falling, as if they were struggling to fly out of the demon banner.

Seeing this, the old evil cultivator laughed more and more happily, shook the demon banner and said, "Struggle, angry, and wail! The more you have, the higher the magic power of this elder! Hahaha..."

He waved his hand to put away the magic platform and led his disciples into the ruins of the mountain village. While enjoying the tragic scene of hell, he calmly put away the magic weapon of the Netherworld Evil Refining Array.

"This scene is really rare. It's so wonderful, so wonderful... Haha..." Lao Xiexiu screamed happily, "Ji Dongling, Ji Dongling, you are such a waste! If you have half of this elder's wrist, who can break your formation? Now... I'm going to be cheaper~~"

Amid the ghost-like laughter, the strange young and old, bathed in blood rain and red moon, held up the miserable green demon banner, passed through the layers of fog, and headed straight for the direction of the ancient tomb.

Pushed by the cold wind, they seemed to be slow and steady, but they floated like ghosts and arrived in a blink of an eye.

The evil cultivators of the old and young faced King Shangwu's trial formation again.

This time, they were very sure.

The old evil cultivator raised the demon banner and whistled: "The demon witch refining evil, and the resentful souls obey the order: hundreds of ghosts cover the sky, and hunt in all directions!"

In an instant, countless green ghost shadows flew out from the demon banner and turned into a cloud of ghost fire, covering the entire ancient tomb. Amid the terrifying ghost cry, they ate King Shangwu's formation.

Countless sounds suddenly sounded above the tomb, as if thousands of ants and mice were gnawing at the rotten wood, intertwining with the wailing and groaning of the unjust souls in the sky, forming a terrifying picture.

The originally quiet ancient tomb also showed countless green swords and sword shadows, eliminating the injustice of the Bihuo, and the two sides stalemate for a while.

"King Shangwu is worthy of being a great genius. A mere formation can actually compete with this elder!" The old evil cultivator grinned and said, "It's a pity that this elder sacrifices more than a hundred lives. He has the ability to reach the sky at this time. Even if you are here, you will still have to hate him! Hehehe..."

The old evil cultivator roared sharply, and a strange fire rose all over his body, and merged with the demon flag blue fire, and his power increased immediately.

At this moment, a roar suddenly came from behind the two evil cultivators:

"It's you, blood sacrifice to the deserted village, massacre hundreds of innocent people?"

Before he finished speaking, a crane-shaped energy cut through the void, and rushed straight to the demon with a sharp crane sound.

The evil cultivator of the old and young turned around at the same time and saw an old Taoist with white hair and beards wearing a white crane cloak and holding silver silk, and angered eyebrows!

The fairy dust and crane shadows are Yu Qingyue.

No language can describe Yu Qingyue's anger at this time.

When he knew the layout of King Shangwu, he understood what he would face. All forces, cultivators from all walks of life, and countless masters from both sides of good and evil will make their debut in the ancient Yunlan Ze.

He will face the humiliation and threats of powerful people from all sides; he will face various sneak attacks, assassinations, threats and other insidious means; he will face various variables in the trial, and even the formation may be forcibly broken by someone, and the inheritance will be lost, and King Shangwu will lose all his board.

He was ready for all these.

Because from the moment he accepted the mission, he was ready to die.

But he didn't know how to face the scene in front of him.

The hanging red moon, the falling blood rain, and the sorrow and howling of the dead fill all directions and fields.

That was more than a hundred living lives in the mountain village!

How many times have he passed by that mountain village, how many times have he chatted with the old man in it, and made fun of the child wearing open-crotch pants.

Those simple villagers called him "Old God" politely.

What about now?

The terrible ruins were filled with wind, and there were countless flesh and blood buried in the dark mud!

It's tragic and outrageous!

Yu Qingyue's hair and beard were all open, and the swelling true energy supported the snow-white Taoist robe in the cold wind!

"The demon is killed-"
To be continued...