Thick clouds were rolling on the top of the mountain, and there seemed to be a thunderclap.
Zhu Gang and other guests were all stunned. For a moment, Xie Xiaosong said in surprise: "Is someone fighting?"
Xie Xiaosong has been making movies for a long time, and is much more sensitive to the sounds of weapons clashing than Zhu Gangdu. The sounds coming from all directions are deafening, and there are countless hidden shadows of swords and lights.
Zhu Gang was surprised and said: "This is also the content of the disciple's trial? What is this test?"
Could it also be used to test whether the new disciples have the noble sentiment to help others?
The problem is - "Even if we want to help others and want to help, I'm afraid the only way we can help is to stay away from us. Don't let the big guys worry about it when facing danger. Don't kill them with one move." The enemy sent us all into the Hall of Hell."
Mu Qingyun silently handed the safety rope to Zhu Gang: "Brother, please look after everyone."
Zhu Gang: "Sister, I, I'm a little panicked."
The others did not panic. They just looked up at the sky and the mountains, forgetting that they were in danger at this moment.
"Wow!"
"Oh my God!"
Mu Qingyun nodded at Zhu Gang, jumped up, grabbed the mountain wall next to him, flew up, and ran along the mountain wall.
Everyone thought for a moment that they were hallucinating. How could someone run faster on the mountain wall than on the flat ground?
Countless plants, vines, and animals spread out around her the moment she moved forward, clearing a passage for her.
There was even a large tree with its branches stretched out to both sides so as not to block her footsteps, which also led to the direction they were in. If the scene captured by the camera was played to the public, everyone would definitely feel that they were watching. It's movie special effects.
Countless thoughts flashed through Zhu Gang's mind in an instant. The stories full of incredible fantasies that his grandfather had told him when he was very young seemed to have turned from stories into real events at this moment.
The real masters in the story can shake mountains and move the earth when they fight against each other.
At this time, the mountain forest was shaking, and just the dust and sand brought up by Mu Qingyun and Classmate Mu as he flew were overwhelming and lethal.
The guests who were trapped halfway up the mountain all marveled, but Mu Qingyun was so overwhelmed by the sense of crisis that his head hurt.
Passing through the lush woods, all the way up, we reached the top of the mountain in the blink of an eye. But when we turned around and looked around, except for the faint sound of wind and thunder, the whole mountain and forest seemed ordinary at first glance. It was Baiyun Mountain. Baiyun Peak looked like it used to be. Not senior brother.
"Senior Brother Xiaolou!"
Mu Qingyun was so angry that he suddenly let out a shout.
Boom!
It seems like thunder is rolling, but the sun is hanging in the sky on the horizon, white clouds are floating, and the clouds are shrouded in mist.
"Senior Brother Xiaolou!"
"Walk!"
Suddenly a shout came from mid-air.
Mu Qingyun was immediately stunned - this was not Senior Brother Xiaolou's voice, it was clearly the voice of 'Mr. Qiao'.
Following this voice, Mu Qingyun finally saw strange ripples appearing in the air, and she immediately felt that the ripples were particularly familiar.
It seemed a bit like a method she had studied carefully after learning it from a dream. It had no name. Later, Master Zhuo gave it a name, "Hell is Not Empty".
When she was at Baiyun Sect, she had many big dreams. Most of them she could only remember sporadic things when she woke up. Sometimes she could also learn some strange tricks.
Mu Qingyun was surprised at first, but then she didn't take it to heart. Her life was all a script. Since it was a script, it wouldn't be weird no matter how bizarre it was.
Hell Is Not Empty is a formation she learned.
In the dream, this formation shrouded a grand banquet. Inside the formation, people were so drunk that they were completely unaware of the scene outside the formation.
Mu Qingyun once brought some people with him in his dream, repairing the formation bit by bit, and also participated in the teaching. This memory was left after he woke up.
But she didn't have any of the treasures of heaven and earth used to set up the formation in the dream. The only ones that could be used were those ghost-like runes. So she tried to study them in depth, made full use of her golden fingers, and finally worked out There are many kinds of formations, the most powerful and difficult one is 'Hell is Not Empty', which has some of the characteristics of the original formations and can even bind monsters.
In the later period, the martial arts people throughout the Ming Dynasty's favorite method of fighting monsters was to set up an ambush. They would first set up the formation of "Hell is Not Empty", then lure the monsters in, beat the dog with the door closed, no, grind the dog with the door closed, little by little. The monsters were ground to death.
It's just that this method is indeed a bit passive, and there are very few people who can arrange the formation. Except for Mu Qingyun, there are only a few high-level Taoist practitioners of his generation who can barely do it.
The arranged formations cannot be moved, but the monsters are living creatures. Those without intelligence are fine, but some are very cunning. If they don't want to lead to a trap, they will just obediently crawl into the trap.
Those who get in will also resist. This formation is not absolutely strong and may be broken free. If it breaks free, it will be a catastrophe.
But no matter how you think about it, in such an environment, humans are so small, and monsters are endlessly killed and eliminated. The emergence of any kind of effective weapon is a good thing for humans.
Mu Qingyun lowered his face and looked around bit by bit, but he was even more shocked.
She could see that there was a formation on the mountain that looked like Hell was not empty, but more like a simplified version of the formation she had seen in her dream.
Standing on the top of the mountain, the louder the wind and thunder, the more solemn Mu Qingyun's face became, and the ripples around him became more and more violent.
"Mu Qingyun, retreat!"
Suddenly there was another shrill scream in mid-air.
The entire mountain began to shake. Mu Qingyun looked around, his expression suddenly changed, he jumped down, and rushed towards Zhu Gang and other guests.
Zhu Gang and others watched in astonishment as Mu Qingyun stretched out her hand in mid-air, and the vines on the mountainside flew up. The branches were delivered to her hand, and with a little help, she flew from the top of the mountain to the front.
"Mu——"
Click.
As soon as he uttered a word, Zhu Gang heard a strange cracking sound in his ears, and a huge head appeared in front of his eyes. He didn't see clearly what was in front of him. He only smelled a fishy smell, and then there was a basin of blood. Big mouth.
It’s over!
I couldn't say a word, my only thought was to die.
The fishy stench had already reached his face, and when Zhu Gang was about to die in the next second, Mu Qingyun finally arrived, stepped over and kicked the big head with a bang.
"Mu, classmate Mu, what is that?"
As soon as Mu Qingyun landed on the ground, his whole body immediately tensed up and his expression was solemn.
Zhu Gang couldn't see the head that almost killed him now. He could only see Mu Qingyun leaning against a transparent, invisible wall. Only the slight rhythm of his body indicated the existence of this wall.
The others had no idea what was going on. It took them a while to come back to their senses and look over in fear: "What on earth was that just now?"
Xiao Lingyi, who had always been steady, had a vibrato in his voice. (End of chapter)
