Chapter 651: Confucian Holy Altar

The center of the Green Wind Grassland in the Green Fire Demonic Domain.

A tall altar stands among them. The altar is made of huge smooth white stones and is divided into three floors, with a small top and a large bottom. There are some complicated ancient Confucian seal characters engraved on the surface.

The white altar lies quietly on the green grassland, which is very eye-catching. Viewed from a distance, it looks like the white clouds on the horizon are resting on the grassland. Looking closely, it looks more like three huge books stacked on top of each other, recording secrets unknown thousands of years ago.

It records powerful treasures and formations, and also records the bloody killings of the war between humans and demons thousands of years ago.

Who would have known that the surface of this great altar thousands of years ago was dyed red by the blood of the battle between humans and demons. Thousands of years of wind and rain have erased the colorful bloodstains on the surface of the altar, but they cannot erase the heavy story.

The breeze passed over the surface of the altar without making a sound.

quiet! Dead silence! Just like the silence after the war here thousands of years ago!

At this moment, in the open space far away from the altar, two figures fell down.

The visitors were two disciples dressed as Confucians.

One of them looked young, maybe in his twenties. This person was wearing a snow-white silk Confucian dress, with a long sheathed sword slung across his back, and the silver silk scarf on his head fluttering slightly in the wind.

Star eyebrows and sword eyes, majestic utensils, jade trees facing the wind.

Next to the Confucian scholar in white is an ordinary-looking middle-aged scholar wearing a gray Confucian robe.

At this moment, the Confucian scholar in white looked at the tall altar in front of him and said, "Senior Brother Qi Mu, this should be the "Confucian Temple" we are looking for. It seems that our trip went smoothly."

The middle-aged scholar in gray robes had piercing eyes. He stared at the altar opposite and looked at it carefully. He nodded slightly and said: "It should be here. Judging from the characteristics of the runes engraved on its surface, it was made by our Yu Dao Sect. Thousands of years ago, the seniors of the Yu Dao Sect used this "Confucian Heavenly Altar" as a grand formation to fight against the demons of the Western Regions. Today, it seems that the surface of the "Confucian Heavenly Sacred Altar" is intact, which proves that our Yu Dao Sect is here. We were victorious in that battle. This time, the elders of the sect sent you and me here to check whether the seal in the formation is intact. Second, it is said that there is a treasure of the Yu Dao Sect in the formation. The secrets related to the Yu Dao Sect cannot be obtained by outsiders. I don’t know whether the legend is true or not. After all, this Rutian Holy Altar is a formation from a thousand years ago, and no one in the Yu Dao Sect knows the secrets. "

The two of them were the two elite disciples sent by Yudao Sect to enter the Blue Fire Demon Realm first.

Zhan Yunfei is a talented person among the younger generation of the Yu Dao Sect. His cultivation has recently broken through to the first level of the Yuan Soul Realm. It is only a matter of time before he even breaks through to the second level of the Yuan Soul Realm.

Another disciple of the Yu Dao Sect named Qi Mu is an elite who is good at formations, and his cultivation is at the second level of the Yuan Soul Realm. It's just that Zhan Yunfei's apprentice is of higher seniority, and he and Qi Mu call each other senior brother and junior brother.

"Senior Brother Qi Mu, you are much more proficient in the formation than me. I can only ask you to open this formation and enter it." Zhan Yunfei said respectfully.

"In this war between humans and demons thousands of years ago, Immortal Master Lu Qingyun from our Yu Dao Sect also participated. However, Immortal Master Lu Qingyun broke through the void five hundred years ago and ascended to the fairy world. In the current Yu Dao Sect, No one knows the complete method of opening this formation. However, Immortal Master Lu Qingyun once left something. Before coming, Elder Lan Xingjun personally handed this thing to me. Maybe this thing is the key to opening the space of this formation. "

After saying that, Qi Mu carefully took out a simple wooden hairpin from his arms.

The wooden hairpin is made of ordinary logs. It has no spiritual power on the surface and looks like a mortal item.

Qi Mu smoothly inserted the wooden hairpin into the bun on the top of his head.

"Let me give it a try." Senior Brother Qi Mu said.

After saying that, Qi Mu strode to the altar.

He first walked around Nuo Da's altar slowly and slowly. As he walked, he kept throwing white triangular flags one after another and placed them on the periphery of the altar.

After completing the circle, it took half a stick of incense to complete, and Qi Mu had already arranged one hundred and eight formation flags.

Next, Qi Mu pinched the magic formula with both hands, and on his fingertips, milky white auras intertwined continuously.

Then Qi Mu suddenly squatted down and pressed his hands on the ground in front of him. Seen with the naked eye, Confucian runes spilled out of his palm like spiritual snakes and rushed towards the altar opposite.

There was a "buzz" sound.

The whole ground trembled.

The one hundred and eight formation flags he had arranged before each emitted a milky white spiritual light. The spiritual light surged upwards and formed a large area, covering the entire altar like a huge umbrella of light.

After doing all this, Qi Mu stood up and took a breath. Then he observed it, nodded slightly and said: "It seems that there is nothing unusual about the formation for the time being."

Qi Mu turned around and said seriously to Zhan Yunfei beside him: "Junior brother Yunfei, be careful next time. After a while, I will forcefully try to open the formation with the power of the barrier, which will inevitably trigger the defensive restrictions. I don’t know what the defensive restrictions of this formation are, but I’m afraid it must be quite powerful.”

"Yunfei knows." Zhan Yunfei also looked serious.

Next, Qi Mu fully raised his true energy, and his gray robe was beating like a ball.

Qi Mu recited the secret words of Confucianism: "The way of heaven is the guide, the aura of awe-inspiring, the barrier of Confucianism and Law... open!"

At the same time, he made a wheel-like magic spell with both hands and landed on the surface of the umbrella-shaped barrier on the opposite side.

The barrier suddenly trembled, and countless seal characters appeared on its surface. These characters kept turning regularly, like the breeze turning a book, dazzling people.

Instantly, a powerful barrier force was thrown onto the altar below.

Under the force of the barrier force, the entire altar was shaken.

But something strange happened.

On the surface of the lowest layer of the altar, the original ancient Confucian seal characters began to rotate rapidly, and they connected into pieces, like ink splashing. After a moment, a huge ink pattern appeared.

In the ink pattern, a Confucian scholar stood on the willow bank holding a scroll, and the spring water on the opposite side was rippling, with natural charm.

Then, the whole picture suddenly twisted and turned into a dark mass, as if it was altered by a huge ink pen.

Suddenly, a ten-foot-long brush phantom suddenly appeared on the surface of the altar.

The brush phantom turned quickly, and the tip of the brush just pointed at Zhan Yunfei and Qi Mu on the opposite side. Like a spirit snake smelling its prey, the shadow of the brush swung its tip.

Swish!

A black ink mark was thrown out of thin air.

With a buzz, the ink mark condensed into a huge ink mountain several dozen feet high, which directly pressed down towards the position where Zhan Yunfei and Qi Mu were.

The ink mountain descended, and ripples appeared in the void. The powerful pressure was several times more terrifying than the real rocks.

"It is the "power of writing and condensing truth" in the six arts of Confucianism!" Qi Mu reminded loudly.

At this moment, Zhan Yunfei beside him had already made a move.

With a bang, the long sword in the sword box behind Zhan Yunfei was unsheathed.

The Confucian sword was three feet long, ice blue, and seemed to be carved from ice, hovering above Zhan Yunfei's head.

This sword was Zhan Yunfei's natal sword, named "Ice Soul".

When Zhan Yunfei was traveling in the extreme north, he accidentally got a natural ice soul. This ice soul was produced in the center of the extremely cold iceberg. It took countless years for it to absorb the essence of ice to form by coincidence. Coincidentally, Zhan Yunfei's physique is the body of ice soul, and it resonates with it, so Zhan Yunfei took it back. Later, this ten thousand year old ice soul was used as the main material, and the master of the Yu Dao Sect refined it into a Confucian sword, which became Zhan Yunfei's favorite thing, and was sacrificed to refine it into his life sword, the Ice Soul Sword.

As soon as the Confucian sword Ice Soul appeared, it immediately spread out the cold air in the sky, and the cold air melted the frost. The large meadow below was instantly covered with a white "gauze".

It fully showed the temperament of an extraordinary divine weapon.

Sword! Extraordinary!

Man! Also extraordinary!

Without stopping for a moment, Zhan Yunfei urged his body, and a white robe flew like a cloud, and then he pointed in the air with one hand.

Liu Haiyu is a Confucian disciple and a sword cultivator. His swordsmanship attainments can be called a genius choice. He is a well-known peak swordsman among the younger generation of Yu Dao Sect.

"Sword flies snow!"

Instantly, the Ice Soul Sword on his head made a buzzing sound, and he slashed out with a sword towards the huge ink mountain that was attacking from the opposite side.

The sword's intention was a hundred feet, the sword's tip was flying snow, and the sword's energy was extremely strong.

"Boom boom boom!"

White and black collided in the sky, and it was unknown whether the white painted the black white, or the black dyed the white black.

Black and white intertwined, the sword's energy roared like a dragon, and the ink mountain roared like a tiger.

The two were deadlocked in the sky, neither giving in.

Qi Mu, who was standing aside, stared at the changes on the altar opposite with his eyes.

"Generally speaking, when a powerful formation spell is launched, there must be a formation foot or a formation eye. As long as I find the formation foot of this formation and suppress it with the wooden hairpin left by Master Lu, I can break the first layer of the formation restriction, and then open this formation space."

Thinking in his heart, Qi Mu's eyes lit up.

He found that in the corner of the first layer of the opposite altar, when the formation restriction was launched, there was an abnormal spiritual power fluctuation.

"This is one of the formations."

With a judgment, Qi Mu pushed his feet, and the gray robe behind him fluttered, and he soared into the air like a gray crane. He was so fast that he arrived in front of the altar in a blink of an eye.

The huge brush phantom outside the first layer of the altar was originally fighting with the flying sword sacrificed by Zhan Yunfei, but it seemed to see Qi Mu approaching.

The tip of the brush turned and swung outward.

A dot of ink, the ink mark took shape, and a ten-foot-long black flying sword slashed directly at Qi Mu's back.

"How can I let you hurt Senior Brother Qi Mu."

Zhan Yunfei shouted, and his figure turned into a phantom and disappeared on the spot.

The next moment, behind Qi Mu, a figure flashed, and Zhan Yunfei appeared.

Zhan Yunfei stretched out his hand, and the ice blue color flashed in his palm, and the Ice Soul Sword was grasped in his hand.

He stabbed out with his right hand, fast and accurate.

The tip of the Ice Soul Sword and the tip of the attacking black long sword coincidentally touched each other.

Zhan Yunfei urged his magic power, and the arm holding the long sword shook, and a stream of ice dragon energy flew out from the Bingpo Sword in his hand.

The ice dragon energy swirled and wrapped around the black long sword on the opposite side.

"Sword intent freezes!"

Crack, crack, the ice dragon energy turned into an ice dragon and froze the black long sword.

With a "bang", the ice dragon shattered into countless tiny ice crystals, and the power of the black sword also disappeared.

Qi Mu, who was rushing in front, did not turn back. He firmly believed in his heart that Zhan Yunfei could block this sword for him.

Before the brush phantom launched another attack, Qi Mu had already rushed to the position he found.

He pulled out the wooden hairpin that had been inserted in the bun on his head, clenched his hands, and suddenly thrust it into the position of the formation.