Not only Xiao Fuxuan, but also other people who know the formation method can see that this is a giant formation.

Every giant formation has a formation eye.

In the eyes of the formation, the most critical formation stone, or the most important spiritual talisman, is often pressed.

The formation stone is often engraved with the imprint of the person who set up the formation, so you can tell whose handwriting is at a glance.

The magic talisman will indicate the purpose of this giant formation. If it is to suppress the big formation, the magic talisman will have the name of being suppressed, so as not to accidentally hurt others.

Therefore, the people of Xianmen have the habit of looking for the eye first.

Doctor Wusheng looked at the intertwined lights on the ground, carefully distinguished, and frowned for a moment: "The eyes of this burst... are there."

The younger disciples looked up and saw that he was not referring to anywhere else, but the Abandoned Immortal Terrace with a bright blue flame.

"This……"

"This is too direct, is it really there?"

"To be honest, I saw it just now, but I thought it was just a trick."

The younger disciples couldn't believe it.

Generally speaking, those who are setting up the formation are afraid that the formation will be destroyed, so they will put some effort into hiding the formation eye in a secret place, in a place that is not expected by ordinary people.

This giant formation is simply the opposite - anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Abandoned Immortal Terrace is the center of the formation, and the people who set up the formation actually put the formation eye there.

It's almost unbelievable.

It was because it was so incredible that they couldn't believe it. They always felt that they had overlooked or miscalculated.

For a while, no one acted rashly. A little change for some of the big formations, even if it's just a piece of gravel or a flower and leaf, is a world-shaking difference.

"Perhaps the person who set up the formation guessed our thoughts?" The little disciple muttered in a low voice.

Doctor Wusheng shook his head gently: "Such a big formation would not be so risky."

Younger disciple: "Senior is right. If it is deliberately set up like this, most of the people who set up the formation are gamblers."

Doctor Wusheng: "So it shouldn't be done intentionally, but it has to be done."

So why does it have to be so?

Is it because the spirits and spirits are not good enough when the formation is deployed, and it is not enough to support him to go around and hide the eyes of the formation? Or was it interrupted by an accident when he was in the eye, so it ended in a hurry?

boom

When everyone was puzzled, there was a sudden loud noise in the round room.

boom

Another sound.

They were startled, looked around, and found that the loud noise came from Waste Immortal Terrace.

boom

When the three beeps sounded, everyone saw it. The Yaogong and Waste Immortal Terrace jumped violently, and the plaque that had only a corner completely fell off, smashed on the stone steps in front of the Yaogong Hall, and shattered into powder.

If it is said that Yao Palace and Waste Immortal Terrace are like a delicate coffin, then the vibration at this time is like the forbidden thing in the coffin suddenly woke up, hammering the cover, trying to come out.

boom

Four sounds rang out, and the few immortal disciples jumped up!

"Not good! Be careful!"

They drew out their negative swords, squeezed the sword art, and they were already on their way. Countless Daoying white flying swords surrounded them, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the Waste Immortal Terrace, and it was about to explode—

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind on the ground, and the sound of buzzing sounded everywhere.

The huge force swept past everyone, like ten thousand sharp knives, and went straight to the abandoned immortal platform.

"It's an array!"

"It's moving!"

The giant formation in the round room suddenly lit up, humming while the Abandoned Immortal Terrace vibrated.

The giant formation at this time is unreasonable, it will not take into account the strangers in the formation, and there are only countless killer moves.

The huge coercion was like the roof of Mount Tai, and it fell down without warning!

The rumbling sound echoed continuously, and the vibrating waste immortal platform was pressed into the ground inch by inch, and the chassis was wedged deeper and deeper in the splash of gravel.

But even worse are people.

"Ah," The "high-spirited screams screamed.

Those severed limbs shattered under the pressure, and then changed their shape.

The young disciples held swords in both hands and pressed against the top, still bent over by the strong pressure.

The senior brother endured the most and vomited blood with a "poof".

Doctor Wusheng has the heart to help, but he can't take care of himself.

That coercion smashed his remnant soul into turmoil, the black cloth on his nose and mouth could hardly be sealed, and there was a tearing sound. If it is completely broken and the mouth is pressed out, he will be buried here.

Seeing that the coercion was about to come twice, everyone suddenly heard the sound of swords screaming.

The next moment, seeing the light passing across the top of the head, the huge sword image was a barrier, blocking the second coercion.

The coercion smashed above the sword shadow, golden light splashed, and the sound of the impact resounded through the Great Compassion Valley.

Everyone under the shadow of the sword closed their eyes subconsciously, and when they opened it again, they found that the shadow of the sword was as solid as a rock, and blatantly did not move.

At the same time, several identical sword shadows surrounded the crowd, holding them tightly together.

The giant formation is still full of ultimate moves, but within the shadow of the sword, those ultimate moves cannot be approached.

That was Xiao Fuxuan's sword intent.

Several immortal disciples supported each other, coughed up blood in their throats, and was about to say "Thank you, senior, for your help", but when they looked up, they saw the faintly visible word "free" on the sword shadows.

Young disciple: "..."

Young disciple: "???"

They were stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned their heads to look at Xiao Fuxuan, so strong that they almost had another mouthful of blood.

The youngest said softly, "Senior brother, I will recite the name of swordsmanship."

Senior Brother: "...Who wouldn't."

There are two collections of atlases that the disciples of the Immortal Sect often read, one is the immortal manual, and the other is the famous sword manual. They memorized it so thoroughly that they found out that it was useless at all.

They couldn't recognize any of the thirty-three gods in the round room. Tiansu Shangxian himself was by his side, their "senior" called "senior" for a long time, and now they recognized it.

"The portrait on the immortal book really doesn't look alike at all." After the little disciple finished speaking, he murmured again: "But... but isn't Shangxian dead?"

Is it possible to live silently again? Dead and alive?

He was confused and full of doubts. Seeing the senior brother and him, he said, "I don't know, look at his neck, there is no word-free seal on the immortal score."

"Isn't it the deity?"

"Who to ask?" The senior brother thought for a while and then said, "But, if it wasn't for the deity, I wouldn't be able to use his word-free sword, right? These immortal swords all recognize their masters."

They looked at the sword on Xiao Fuxuan's waist again, and this time they looked at it very carefully. It was indeed the same as the sword on the famous sword.

In the famous sword book, all immortal swords in Xiandu are listed, and almost every one has a name, except for Xiao Fuxuan's. No one knew what the name of the sword was, and it could only be called by the word "free" on the sword.

However, it is said that Xiao Fuxuan's sword has a name, and it is said that he did not choose the name himself.

But no one knows where the legend came from, let alone whether it is true or not.

Wu Xingxue looked at the golden sword shadow in front of him, inexplicably felt that such an outstanding sword should have a name.

He was just about to ask the sword master, when he saw the Abandoned Immortal Terrace outside the sword shadow shaking violently, as if the things underneath were more restless.

The great formation was running faster, and the entire tomb "cave" and even the entire Great Compassion Valley was trembling, suppressing the things under the strong pressure to waste Sendai.

Everyone just felt a buzzing in their heads. The thirty-three statues slowly turned, facing the Waste Immortal Terrace, like a silent siege.

Then, at the peak of Abandoned Immortal Terrace's restlessness, a vague voice suddenly sounded in the tomb "cave". The voice was like the wind passing through the moat, and read a name: "Du Yunhao."

"Yun Hai, Hugh is making a fool of yourself."

"Yunhao, be quiet."

"Clouds..."

...

The voice was accompanied by the coercion of the giant formation, and the coercion became heavier with each sentence. The manic shaking of Waste Sendai came to an abrupt end.

"Whose voice is this?" the immortal disciple asked in a trance.

"There is no flower letter..." Yi Wusheng, as a person who had spent Xianxun, instantly recognized it.

Before, they also wanted to use the array eyes to judge who the town was.

Now that the chanting is out, there is no need.

According to rumors, Yun Hai was eaten up by the demons, and Huaxin slaughtered the demons again. Now it seems that this is not the case.

It was more like Yun Hao became a demon, Hua Xin could not kill or let him go, so he used a giant formation that "will never see the sun" and locked him here for hundreds of years.

The Abandoned Immortal Terrace was silent for a short while under the chanting of "Tu Yun Hao", and everyone did not relax their vigilance.

"Is this the town going down?" The little disciple of Xianmen stared at the abandoned Immortal Terrace, not daring to blink.

"It's hard to say." Doctor Wusheng said.

"It was very abrupt and restless. Is it because we entered here and it smelled of human beings and got hungry?"

"I don't know, maybe it is."

Wu Xingxue was thinking about their discussion, and suddenly saw Xiao Fuxuan whisper: "Don't move."

"What?" Wu Xingxue was startled.

"Bow your head." Xiao Fuxuan said again.

The neck is one of the most important parts of life, and no one will casually show it to others. Wu Xingxue squinted almost instinctively, but still nodded.

When Xiao Fuxuan touched his neck with his fingers, the muscles on the side of his neck tightened.

It felt very weird, but fortunately, Xiao Fuxuan just wiped it off and then withdrew his hand.

Wu Xingxue raised his hand to "knead" and squeezed his neck, covering the remaining temperature. He raised his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Fuxuan frowned and said, "There is an extra mark."

Wu Xingxue's fingers paused: "Mark? What kind of mark?"

The mark of raising his neck, his reaction was Yi Wusheng, Hua Zhaoting, and those who had recruited in the Valley of Compassion. They all had marks on their necks, but they were scratched out of shape when they were found, and it was difficult to distinguish them.

Sure enough, Yi Wusheng saw it vaguely, and hurried over: "The mark on the neck? Is it the same as that mark?"

"It's the same place as the Great Compassion Valley, and it's the same location. Eight and nine are not far from ten." Although Wu Xingxue couldn't see it, he could guess it.

As a result, the mark that could not be seen clearly on Yi Wusheng before finally showed its original appearance.

Doctor Wusheng exclaimed in shock, "This is... for printing!"

"Offering the seal?" Wu Xingxue asked, "Does that mean the mark on this neck is the same as those in the statues of virgins?"

"Yes." Yi Wusheng was stunned for a long time, "feeling" the crisscrossing scars on his neck, and muttered: "It's actually an offering..."

In the course of his words, Xiao Fuxuan had already looked at everyone else's necks.

Wu Xingxue asked, "Do they have any?"

"No." Xiao Fuxuan replied, his face turned cold.

"Only? It's not fair." Wu Xingxue muttered softly, thinking in his heart that there was something that others didn't do and he did.

If you think about it this way, there is really one thing - a little incense.

Only he picked three tribute incense sticks and ordered them at the statues of the virgins. Although he didn't mean it that way, he did get into the incense.

If the reason for the appearance of this offering and seal is to enter incense, then the people who were recruited in the Valley of Compassion decades ago would make sense. Perhaps before they entered the valley, in order to seek a smooth journey, they had poured incense into the mountain god of Dabeigu, who was no longer there, in the fairy temple in Taniguchi.

So... the one who was held at the bottom of the valley generously accepted them as believers.

"Why is it a seal offering?" Someone asked, "Isn't that what the gods used to collect incense?"

"One reason." Yi Wusheng said stunnedly, "For the gods, those statues with engraved offerings and the incense collected by the envoys are all attributed to the gods. If they are used by demons..."

If the demons use it, the things eaten by those with the imprint will also be attributed to the deity.

Yi Wusheng suddenly felt that all this was pathetic and ridiculous. He and Hua Zhaoting struggled to survive for more than 20 years. At first, he was a "boy statue", and he unknowingly supported the one under the Great Compassion Valley.

"Ah!" The little disciple of Xianmen hurriedly took out the kit and said to Wu Xingxue: "Fortunately, fortunately, you have brought Wumeng Dan, and if you have this kind of mark, you must eat one quickly, it can be resolved."

Wu Xingxue took it, looked at the Yuandan between his fingers with some strangeness, and returned it to the little disciple, "No, keep it, it's a waste."

"Why not!" The younger disciple became anxious, "If you don't eat it, you will be possessed by an evil demon, and you will become a demon!"

"I'm afraid it can't be attached or changed."

"Why?!" The little disciple was stunned.

Seeing Wu Xingxue smiled at him: "It was originally."