I began to understand the myriad things by chopping wood

Chapter 202: The Heroic Spirit in the Tower

Xie Yuan walked to the fourth floor of the pagoda and found that the exit of the stairs was no longer a room.

As soon as he came up, he was already outside. Xie Yuan looked around and took in the entire scene of the fourth floor.

The area here is at least half that of the first floor, and the height is also much lower.

There is not much difference in structure, except that the circle of small stone houses against the wall have been replaced by a large courtyard here.

"It seems that the Grandmaster is treated much better."

Xie Yuan thought silently.

He speculated that this pagoda was actually a secret place of an ancient sect. From the mortals on the first floor to the upper floors, each floor was inhabited by disciples of different strengths.

And each floor is filled and fully stocked with all the supplies needed for corresponding strength training and life.

Considering the size of this pagoda and the huge reserves it has, it is like an independent world that does not need any contact with the outside world and can support itself for countless years.

Thinking of this, Xie Yuan couldn't help but ponder again:

"In the room I saw, everything was complete and had not been consumed. If it was a normal sect, even if they had the habit of replenishing things, they would not have consumed nothing. It seems that this place has not been used, or it was just a backup?"

He nodded slightly and looked towards the center of the fourth floor.

Although the fourth floor is much smaller, it is much more spacious than the ones below.

Apart from the surrounding courtyards, there are several buildings between the courtyards, which are probably functional buildings such as libraries, and there is only a large square in the middle.

In the center of the big square, there is only a temple, and in the middle of the temple is a huge open-air statue of Arhat, with a dragon in his hands and a tiger under his feet. He looks solemn and sacred, standing tall, with his head almost reaching the fifth floor.

In front of this Arhat statue, Xie Yuan felt extremely insignificant.

He stared at the sacred Arhat statue for a moment, and suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart. He dared not look at it any longer and quickly looked away.

It wasn't just the solemnity and hugeness of the Arhat statue that made him dare not desecrate it. What made his heart pound was that when he stared at the Arhat statue, he felt the state of the Arhat statue...

Just like Lin Zhen and other fellow disciples and horse bandits.

This Arhat statue seems to be in a state of neither life nor death!
How can this be……

Xie Yuan couldn't figure it out, and secretly looked at it a few more times, but the discomfort he felt became stronger and stronger, as if the Arhat statue would really come alive if he looked at it a few more times.

He no longer dared to look around, so he lowered his eyes and quickly took a look around the buildings and courtyards.

Apart from the fact that these living quarters were much better than before, the scripture library was filled with wordless books inlaid with gold edges, the pharmacy was filled with precious materials any one of which would cause a commotion among the grand masters outside, and the armory was filled with mysterious weapons, magic staffs, and demon-subduing pestles, that was all.

Xie Yuan's heart was overwhelmed by what he saw, and he only regretted that he couldn't take it away.

He walked up the stairs in the Sutra Library and reached the fifth floor.

The fifth floor is similar to the fourth floor, except that the surrounding courtyards are larger and more exquisite, while the statues in the middle are different.

The giant statue in the middle of the fifth floor is a white-robed Bodhisattva with a dignified and kind appearance. He holds a precious pearl in his hand and looks down.

Xie Yuan only glanced at it for a few seconds, then retracted his gaze and walked away with his head down.

This statue is the same as the Arhat statue below.

After he walked around the fifth floor again, he found the way up in the Sutra Library and reached the sixth floor of the pagoda.

The sixth floor is much smaller than the first floor, and there are only about ten houses in the surrounding courtyards.

Xie Yuan counted and found that there were exactly eighteen large courtyards.

Even though the sixth floor is much smaller, that is only relative, and the overall area is still large.

However, in such a vast area, there are only eighteen courtyards in a circle, and the area of ​​each courtyard is already quite large.

"If the fourth level is a Grandmaster, then the fifth level is a Grandmaster? Then what realm is this?"

Xie Yuan was somewhat puzzled:

"Besides, there is a seventh floor..."

The Grand Master already has extraordinary powers that are beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Is there a higher level than this?

"It is also possible that from Grandmaster onwards, as Miss Mu said, one level is a whole world. The fourth and fifth levels are Grandmasters, and the sixth and seventh are Grandmasters."

Xie Yuan nodded, this was possible.

He visited the eighteen courtyards one by one. These eighteen courtyards were different from the previous ones. Each one had its own characteristics, such as fake rocks, ponds, courtyards, and Buddhist shrines. Although they were still simple as a whole, their area and furnishings were there, which showed the grandeur of the people.

There was no general weapons warehouse here, and each courtyard had its own special display room. The colorful cassock and the nine-ring staff seemed to be the standard equipment of every family. In addition, there were dragon-subduing sticks, vajra pestles, and various weapons that Xie Yuan could no longer recognize. They felt beyond the scope of mysterious weapons, or could be called divine weapons.

After completing a circle, Xie Yuan felt his eyes had been opened, and then he took a breath silently.

For some reason, he subconsciously had not raised his head to look at the statue in the middle until now. He could only vaguely see the golden big feet stepping in front of him, but he looked away every time.

"You should be able to see it now..."

Xie Yuan's heart was beating fast. He slowly raised his head and looked at the golden statue of the Four-Faced Buddha that reached the ceiling.

Looking at the golden Buddha statue, he was in a trance for a moment, and it seemed as if the statue had opened its eyes.

But if you look closely, you can see that the Buddha statue has its eyes lowered and there is nothing wrong with it.

After just one look, Xie Yuan inexplicably felt his state of mind become ethereal, as if all worldly thoughts were falling like petals.

Martial arts training, the view from a high place, the pleasure of revenge, and the company of beautiful women, all seem not worth mentioning.

Xie Yuan looked dazed, and he slowly raised his hands without realizing it, clasping them together.

However, when his palms were about to come together, Xie Yuan felt a burning sensation on his arm, and his mind became clear, and he suddenly woke up:

"What am I doing?"

He quickly let go of his hand and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

I feel... that I was just one step away from completely converting to Buddhism. After putting my palms together, the next step is to wipe away my worries.

How does this make...

Xie Yuan only felt that the Buddha's charm of this Buddha statue was extremely powerful, and could even instantly infect someone like him who had no Buddhist heart at all. He subconsciously lowered his head and looked just in front of his feet, never daring to look up again.

"If the sixth floor is like this, what is the seventh floor?"

However, he didn't dare to explore any further. If there were statues with stronger Buddhist aura on the seventh floor, he would probably no longer be himself once he went up there.

Xie Yuan calmed down a little, turned around and walked towards the stairs.

However, behind him, the huge Four-Faced Buddha statue faced towards him, raised its eyes slightly, with golden light flashing in its eyes, staring at his back.

Xie Yuan went down the stairs to the third floor, not daring to look at the huge statue again on the way.

This pagoda was clearly stagnant in time and space, yet it was still so strange. The three huge statues looked both sacred and dangerous, making people want to stay away from it.

"As expected of an ancient relic. I've already been very clever, but it's still so dangerous."

Xie Yuan went down to the first floor of a large square and felt that the danger here was much smaller, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the horse bandits growing out of the pillars, he was silent again and shook his head:

"It is better to have a long horse bandit than a long Buddha statue."

This time, thanks to these two petals of Bagua Lotus...

Xie Yuan looked at the two lotus petals on his arm with a gentle look in his eyes.

The two lotus petals could not help him realize anything, and seemed to have no practical benefit. When he parted with Mu Chaoyun, he proposed to return them to her in order to make them complete, and their effectiveness would naturally increase greatly for her.

But Mu Chaoyun just shook his head and said that no matter what, this thing was a treasure and it might be useful to keep it with him.

At worst, if the two of them are separated in the future, they will meet again thanks to the mysterious connection between the lotus petals and the lotus body.

Perhaps the latter is Mu Chaoyun’s real intention.

Xie Yuan naturally could not refuse such a romantic reason, so he kept the two petals of Bagua Lotus. Unexpectedly, they would be put to many wonderful uses later.

I don't know where she is now...

Xie Yuan exhaled, put down his sleeves, and paced slowly between the pillars beside the square.

He looked at the various murals and reliefs above. Needless to say, they were exquisite, and the contents seemed to contain many Buddhist allusions and Zen ideas. Unfortunately, he knew very little about Buddhism and could not interpret many of them.

As he watched, Xie Yuan's eyes sparkled:
“These murals and pillars don’t seem that simple.”

He had a vague feeling that these seemed to form a formation. If it was activated, he would not be able to get out easily.

Xie Yuan looked at this half of the pillar and had an idea in mind. He was about to cross the square and go to the other side to take a closer look, but he was suddenly stunned.

In the middle of the large square, a stone slab was erected at some point.

A slate that he hadn't had at the beginning.

Xie Yuan's back suddenly tightened and he quickly looked around.

Silence, stagnation, emptiness, nothing.

Xie Yuan frowned, pondered for a moment, slowly approached the stone slab that was slightly taller than him, and looked up.

I saw ancient Sanskrit written densely on the stone slab. It was very long and seemed to be a scripture.

However, Xie Yuan did not understand ancient Sanskrit, let alone ordinary Sanskrit; he knew that this was ancient Sanskrit because the outer sect of Yunshan Sword Sect had many literacy courses, displayed Sanskrit books, and dabbled in some Buddhist classics.

He looked at it for a while, confused.

He couldn't understand it anyway, so he was about to walk away when he suddenly felt the Sanskrit on the stone slab flickering, and then it suddenly appeared in his mind, and he inexplicably understood the meaning of a small paragraph:
"…When I return, there will be three signs. First, the yellow sand will roll back, and my country will be exposed to the sun again. Second, the pagoda will reappear, and the light and shadow will illuminate the city. Third, the earth will shake, and the Buddha's kingdom will come true, and I will—"

The information stopped here, and Xie Yuan was quite puzzled.

This message was like a translation, a combination of Chinese and Western, half classical and half vernacular, and a bit of garbled text. Xie Yuan couldn't understand it clearly, but he didn't know why he understood it.

However, he understood the triple foreshadowing and fell into deep thought:

"The first time was when Lu Laosan said he entered the ruins, right? The second time was this time, but there was also an earthquake this time... Uh, it can't be related to my throwing of grenades?"

Xie Yuan was a little unsure...

Never mind, no one blames him anyway.

As for what "returning to the time of departure" and "the Buddha's kingdom of ten thousand miles" meant, Xie Yuan didn't quite understand, but his intuition was that it was not a good thing, and he couldn't help but frowned.

He looked for a while and saw that he found nothing, so he made a note of it and continued to explore other places.

After realizing that the stone pillars and murals formed a formation, he guessed that the stone houses were not ordinary. Sure enough, he saw mechanisms at the doorways and roofs of many houses, but they were paused and remained in a frozen state.

"I feel like I'm no longer considered a beta test player, I'm considered a GM..."

Xie Yuan looked at the mechanisms that were clearly visible because of the half-real and half-illusory walls, and muttered to himself.

After a walk, Xie Yuan returned to the room of Lin Zhen and the other four people. After pondering for a moment, he simply moved them to the second floor.

The first floor is similar to the mortal level. There is nothing good here, so it is better to change their starting location.

The four of them were taken to a pharmacy on the second floor, which was the one filled with Blood Dragon Pills. Xie Yuan walked around the floor again and found that there was another stone platform in the center of the hall.

Amidst the heavy guard of training dummies on the second floor, there was a bottle of pills on the stone platform. Xie Yuan picked it up and took a look, only to see that it was full of Qingling Pills. His eyes narrowed in surprise.

Qingling Pill is a holy medicine for internal training in the external training stage. It can cleanse the internal breath, open up the meridians, and improve talents. It is similar to the internal breath version of Blood Dragon Pill. However, due to the rarity of internal strength and the special effect of changing talents, its rarity is even higher than Blood Dragon Pill. And there is a whole bottle here.

Xie Yuan sighed. Even if he didn't have much use for this bottle, he could still sell it for a sky-high price.

Wait, it seems I can use it.

He is currently practicing two internal skills, and the level of his Sword Qi Jue is not very high, so it is just right for him to use this as an aid!
Moreover, if you use the health-preserving skills to transform into sword energy or even other internal skills in the future, and the level of the health-preserving skills is lowered, you can also use this to supplement it!

What's more, such a precious medicine, at worst it can be used as candy beans, which are still beneficial candy beans.

Xie Yuan hissed and tried to put it in his pocket, but it still went out of range and the thing turned into a shadow, and the pill reappeared on the stone platform.

As expected...Xie Yuan shook his head, feeling a little regretful.

He put the medicine bottle aside first, then examined the training dummies next to him, pondered for a moment, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

I feel like these things might not be as simple as dummies or wooden stakes.

After looking for a while, Xie Yuan turned around and went up to the third floor to look again.

As expected, a stone platform appeared in the center of the third floor.

Xie Yuan was stunned, not knowing what was so strange about this pagoda.

This place was too strange for him to explain clearly, so he just ignored it and walked to the stone platform to take a closer look. He saw that there seemed to be two things placed here, because there were two pits.

One of them was empty. Xie Yuan couldn't help but wonder if it was Lu Lao San who took away the treasure that would allow him to become a master. He felt sorry for it, but also a little excited.

If there was no time, he would have said it was bad, but since this place was empty, it meant that everything was not an illusion, but a real treasure that could be taken away and used effectively.

Then it will be a good harvest this time!

Xie Yuan looked to the other side and saw a golden short stick. It looked similar to the whistle stick used by monks, but the material was a bit strange, and it was similar to the Xuanbing.

He picked it up and looked at it curiously, wanting to know what was so special about this weapon that it could be placed in the center of the Qi and Blood Transformation Layer.

As a result, as soon as Xie Yuan got it in his hand, he saw the weapon change by itself and turned into a lumberjack axe!
Xie Yuan's hands trembled and he almost dropped the thing.

However, he looked at the newly appeared lumberjack axe, stunned for a moment, and suddenly recognized that this was the old axe that he was most familiar with.
hiss……

Xie Yuan's mind moved, he stared at the axe, and imagined for a moment. Suddenly, he saw the axe soften and stretch like liquid in an instant, and then deformed again, exactly the same as the sword given by Lin Yuanwai!
"This... Ruyi Jingu Bang?"

Xie Yuan's eyes narrowed as he watched it transform into the shape of a long sword as he wished. The transformation took only a breath, and it changed almost at will without any delay.

This thing has such a special connection with me!
Xie Yuan's eyes sparkled, this could definitely be considered a mysterious weapon, at least it was much more mysterious than the golden horsewhip he had seen before, but it could be used by those in the Transformation Realm.

It can actually change its appearance at will. Although it has no other special effects, for a warrior like him who is proficient in many kinds of skills and weapons, it is simply his innate mysterious weapon!
The weight is just right, and the material is excellent, not inferior to Lin Yuanwai's precious sword, but it can be transformed and is easy to carry...

It's destined to be with me!

Xie Yuan couldn't let go of this treasure, but it was a pity that he couldn't take it away with him now.

"I don't know when this relic will be opened, so I might as well wait here and take it away when it opens."

As soon as this thought came to Xie Yuan's mind, he subconsciously turned his head and looked at the densely packed training dummies around him.

These dummies became sharper from the outside to the inside. His intuition told him that those near the stone platform were probably at the level of the third transformation of Qi and Blood...

He could not help but quietly withdraw from the dummy formation.

"Perhaps we can adopt the strategy of 'the mantis stalks the cicada, while the oriole waits behind'."

Xie Yuan's eyes flickered and he nodded secretly.

After carefully looking over the first, second and third floors several times, Xie Yuan had memorized the topographic map by heart. He could not say that he knew the place like a glimpse into the darkness, but he could say that he knew it like the back of his hand.

If it is really opened, he plans to stay on these three floors and will definitely not go above the fourth floor.

It was dangerous now. He was afraid that the statues would come alive when the ruins were opened. Anyone below the Grandmaster would be killed one by one with one palm.

Xie Yuan silently returned to the first floor, found an inconspicuous stone house, and quietly regulated his breathing inside.

"I don't know how much time has passed. Maybe time has no meaning here."

Xie Yuan pondered secretly.

The view here is least blocked by stone pillars, so he decided to wait here for the ruins to be opened. If someone comes in, they can observe through the window at the first sight.

When he came in, Lupe had already started fighting with Old Man Black Wind and Lu Laosan. With three masters present, he estimated that the matter could not be concealed. Lu Laosan's plan to take the ruins for himself was completely ruined.

I just don't know how many people and what strength of warriors will come in at that time, so it's best to find out the details here.

Xie Yuan sat cross-legged quietly, regulating his breathing and adjusting his state, waiting for the ruins to be opened and time and space to return to reality.

"Practice is still useful."

Noticing the improvement in his cultivation, Xie Yuan nodded slightly.

However, he had a feeling that the ruins would not be open for long, so he just did some light breathing exercises and did not dare to enter a state of deep cultivation.

I can’t tell how long it was.

After about one or two days, and then more than ten days, Xie Yuan's perception of this place became somewhat inaccurate.

The pagoda suddenly began to tremble, and the stagnant atmosphere in the air gradually disappeared with the vibration, and the heavy air seemed to be becoming fresh.

Xie Yuan opened his eyes and looked at the shaking tower wall, his eyes flashing.

it has started.

As his mind moved, his figure became blurred and gradually became unclear.

In the hall on the first floor of the pagoda, there were suddenly many flashes of light. After the light, a figure appeared.

The young and powerful men from Dali and the Western Regions gradually showed up. They had already entered the ruins of the pagoda.

However, unlike the clear distinction when they entered, their positions in the hall were randomly assigned and extremely messy.

Some people landed directly in the open area near the stone house, with no one around; some were almost shoulder to shoulder with the enemy, staring at each other.

After a moment's pause, shouts of killing suddenly rang out in the hall.

The Central Plains and the Western Regions have always been at odds with each other, let alone in these ruins, where they are all gathered together, it is a fight between dragons and tigers.

The strong men who were close to each other started fighting directly. Some of them were unable to react in time and were injured on the spot, groaning in pain.

However, most of those who entered the ruins were outstanding talents of the time. Their strength lay in the second transformation of Qi and blood, and they reacted quickly. Even if they were injured, they did not lose the battle immediately, but instead maneuvered themselves around.

There was only one Dali Junyan who was very unlucky and happened to be next to Ming Wang's disciple Black Vajra Loto. Before he could react, his head was smashed by a punch and he became the first victim to enter the ruins.

"The people of the Central Plains are really weak."

Loto retracted his fist, shook off the blood and brain matter on his hand, with a look of disdain on his face.

He looked at a pair of opponents who were fighting fiercely nearby, grinned, showing his white teeth, and strode towards them. Suddenly, a long sword suddenly stabbed from the side, as if hidden in the clouds and mist, and it was impossible to see clearly.

Loto was no mediocre fighter. He stopped instantly and narrowly avoided the sharp sword. Then he flicked his finger to deflect the sword and looked to the side.

Qin Zhenyang retracted his sword, his expression solemn:

"Roto, your opponent is me."

A hideous smile appeared on Loto's dark and ugly face:

"Then it's the same as sending you on your way first!"

His fist was shining black, and with a heavy whistling sound, he smashed towards Qin Zhenyang violently!
Qin Zhenyang turned his sword and directly used his unique skill, Thousand Mountains Hidden in the Mist Sword. The sword's power was like mountains, and the sword's path was like hidden clouds. He steadily took on Loto's attack.

The leading warriors on both sides started fighting, and the other warriors also engaged in a melee, but some strong men took advantage of the chaos, quietly slipped aside, and explored the mysterious little stone houses around them.

"what--"

"Fuck, what is this???"

“Ah…save me…”

Screams and screams continued to be heard in the hall on the first floor, but the people who were fighting fiercely didn't take them seriously.

However, the howls and screams were too harsh, and did not seem to come from the people fighting. They rose and fell in the empty space, and actually echoed, gradually distracting many people and causing them to slowly stop.

More and more people went to investigate the source of the screams, and then cried out in surprise:

"People! Where did they come from?"

"It seems to be the bandits under Lu Laosan's command..."

"Grass, why do they grow on rocks?"

Qin Zhenyang was in a fierce confrontation with Roto. Although Qin Zhenyang's swordsmanship was superb, Roto's fierce strength and undefeated body were also extremely difficult to deal with. The two were evenly matched for a while.

However, it was obvious that both of them were just testing the waters. They heard the noises around them and slowed down their actions slightly.

When Qin Zhenyang heard other people's discussions, he felt something in his heart and frowned. He took the lead in withdrawing his hand, glanced at Roto, and slowly retreated.

Luo Tuo looked at Qin Zhenyang and did not pursue him. He scratched his ears with his big hands and raised his eyebrows:
"What's making such a strange noise? Let me see what's going on...Huo."

On the other side, Qin Zhenyang walked up to Huijue, who was chanting Buddhist mantras in a low voice facing the stone pillar. A scream of agony was coming from in front of him.

"Master Huijue, what is it...?"

Qin Zhenyang looked at the horse bandit in front of him with his upper body sticking out of the stone, and a question mark popped up in his head.

"Amitabha, may Buddha have mercy on us. These bandits probably entered this place just before the ruins were about to be opened, and their bodies fell into the gap between the ruins world and the real world, and ended up like this."

Huijue looked reluctant, and turned his Buddhist beads in front of the bandit, chanting the Buddha's name:

"Amitabha, benefactor, you are suffering. I will recite a Buddhist scripture for you, hoping to relieve your pain."

He moved his lips but didn't listen. The bandit wasn't dead yet, and his face was full of pain:
"Stinky bald donkey, stop howling, if you pity me, just give me a quick death!"

"Donor, I, the Buddha, am merciful. How can I violate the precept of killing? Just hold on."

While Huijue was reciting Buddhist scriptures, he saw that the horse bandit was dying, so he pulled up his hand and passed a strong internal energy into his meridians, which lifted the horse bandit's spirits and made his wailing a little louder.

“Bald donkey, I asked you to kill me, not to torture me! Damn, what sin did I commit to meet you… Damn, don’t pass on your inner energy to me, let me die!!!”

"Amitabha, benefactor, God has the virtue of loving life. I am a monk, how can I watch someone die without helping him?"

Qin Zhenyang's eyelids twitched as he watched from the side. He couldn't tell whether Huijue did it on purpose or by accident. He just felt that the mind of this young monk from Bodhi Temple was unpredictable and not as pure as he looked.

However, seeing what happened to these horse bandits, he suddenly became extremely worried:

"Master Huijue, have you seen my fellow apprentices?"

"Brother Qin, I didn't see it."

Huijue put his palms together and spoke quietly.

"No, I have to go find them!"

Qin Zhenyang's face was solemn. He turned back to look at Luo Tuo who was watching him closely from a distance, and hesitated again:

"If I leave, and this Loto attacks us..."

Huijue seemed to understand his thoughts and said with lowered eyebrows:

"Brother Qin, you can go ahead. I will handle the Luoto."

"You? Master Huijue...are you sure?"

Qin Zhenyang was a little hesitant.

Huijue looked calm:

"I may not be sure of the other three-transformation realm masters, but this Buddhist brother's Buddhist skills are not correct, so it will be easy for me to hold him back."

Huijue's expression was still humble and polite, but his tone was very firm, without any hesitation.

The second transformation is not afraid of the third transformation...

Thinking of his master and the fact that he could enter Bodhi Temple at his age, Qin Zhenyang thought that he would not try to be brave, so he looked at him deeply:
"Master Huijue, I'll leave it to you then."

"Yes, Brother Qin."

Huijue clasped his hands together and lowered his brows, then stood in front of the bandit and performed the ritual of salvation for him, but his attention was now focused on Roto.

Luo Tuoyin sensed something and looked at Huijue from afar. His brows suddenly frowned as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Qin Zhenyang felt relieved upon seeing this, and quickly wandered around the field, his worried eyes scanning one bandit mushroom patch after another. Every time he scanned a patch, he did not find Huang Zifeng and his fellow disciples, and he felt both relieved and more worried.

However, after walking around the stone pillars, Qin Zhenyang gradually felt that something was wrong here.

Although the hall was vast, one could see the end of it at a glance. Given his speed, it shouldn't have taken him so long to get out of the forest of stone pillars?

He suddenly stopped and looked at the bandits on horseback who appeared in front of him. He had clearly seen them just now.

Formation...

Qin Zhenyang looked around and found that the stone pillars really formed a formation. If he didn't pay attention, he would probably just keep spinning in the same place.

But since he had been able to break through it, the formation here was not that advanced for him. Although the Yunshan Sword Sect was not good at formations, they would also learn about the principles of formations, not to mention that sword cultivators had clear minds and were often not easily influenced.

Xie Yuan stood in the distance and saw from afar that Qin Zhenyang quickly saw through the mystery here, and he felt relieved:

"This level shouldn't be difficult for Senior Brother Qin."

However, it was not necessarily the case for other Dali masters. Many of them were confused by the stone pillar maze and the murals on it. They were dazed and spinning in place, or even completely immersed in the world of murals, standing still and allowing the Western Regions people around them to sneak up on them.

"How come all these Western Region masters know so much? Is it Lu Lao San?"

Xie Yuan understood instantly and his expression darkened.

He could see clearly from outside the formation that many Dali masters were in a passive position and in danger because of the stone pillar formation.

Although the influx of so many people was unexpected, seeing the clear division of the camps did not prevent Xie Yuan from having an inclination even though he did not know most of the masters here.

As a fellow Dali native, Xie Yuan, although he did not have much affection for his country, at least he could not sit idly by and watch his compatriots being slaughtered by foreign races.

"Forget it. No one has gone up to the second floor anyway."

Xie Yuan stood up from the stone house, walked to the door, opened it, and disappeared from where he was.

A Western Region expert not far away looked at the door that suddenly opened, his scalp tightened and his heart rose.

He only had the cultivation level of Qi and blood transformation, and it was purely because the sect was close by that King Ming thought it was better to have one more person than one less, so he let him in to make up the number.

This man was also smart. He knew that it was not his place to get involved, so he ran to the side at the beginning, relying on Lu Laosan's strategy to pass through the stone pillar formation, intending to loot the nearby areas.

Everything went smoothly all the way, and no Central Plains masters noticed him. He was feeling lucky, but then he saw this strangely opened door.

However, the door of the room opened automatically without any wind, but nothing came out from inside, and there was no movement for a long while.

The man hesitated for a moment, took two steps forward, then suddenly stiffened and slowly lowered his head.

Looking at the tip of the knife sticking out of his chest, he never figured out where the enemy came from until his death.

"This ruins... there are ghosts!"

After dealing with the unlucky Westerner who bumped into him, Xie Yuan retracted his sword. Without having time to touch the corpse, he quickly ran towards the nearest stone pillar.

A Central Plains expert holding a knife was staring blankly at the mural on the stone pillar, unaware that a shirtless Western Region expert was quietly approaching.

The Western Region expert was just about to show a smug smile when he saw that he had not been alarmed. Suddenly, he saw the Central Plains expert stagger, as if he had been kicked. He woke up instantly and stared at him:

"You barbarian from the Western Regions, how dare you sneak attack me? Die!"

Damn, who attacked you?
The master from the Western Regions glared and had to pick up his weapon. He was about to fight with his opponent when suddenly he had an idea and subconsciously moved the mace in his hand to the side, swinging away a long knife.

Who attacked me?

The Dali master was puzzled when he saw his opponent swinging his stick to the side for no apparent reason; however, when the stick and the sword collided, he seemed to see a faint shadow, and his heart was suddenly startled.

But when he saw that the strange shadow did not attack him, but instead stabbed the opponent twice, his eyes lit up, and he naturally would not miss this opportunity. He swung his knife forward, immediately suppressed the enemy and firmly gained the upper hand.

Xie Yuan stepped aside, shook his hands, and said secretly:
"The strength of the second transformation realm is indeed much greater, so we can't fight it head-on now."

However, with these moves by him, the masters from the Western Region were restricted and suppressed by the masters from Dali who were of similar strength. They were in danger all around and were definitely not going to escape.

He quickly ran to another stone pillar formation and repeated the same trick, rescuing a master from the Central Plains. This time, the master cooperated well with the invisible him and killed the opponent in two moves!

"There are still heroes from the Central Plains in this tower?"

The Dali master muttered to himself and bowed to the void, which made Xie Yuan laugh secretly.

"Yes, yes, I am the Heroic Spirit."

After several rounds, even though the field was in great chaos, Dali gradually realized that there was a ghost in the ruins, a ghost of Dali, who wandered in the ruins and specifically helped Dali masters who were in danger, instantly making up for the disadvantage of not being as familiar with the environment as the opponent.

The people in the Western Regions were in a state of panic, discussing in low voices:

"Didn't Mr. Lu tell the whole story?"

"He must be hiding something! Didn't you see that Lu Tianyong has disappeared?"

"Is there really a ghost here? I heard that it's normal to have some residual spirits of masters in the ruins...but why is it a Dali ghost?"

"stop fighting!"

Loto shouted, stopping everyone.

His face was as black as charcoal, so even though his expression was unfriendly at the moment, it was not visible.

"No matter what kind of ghost it is, if it meets me, I will beat it to pieces with one punch! Follow me."

Luoto snorted angrily. Seeing that the first level could not do anything to the people from the Central Plains, and that the bald monk from the Prajna Temple kept staring at him, making him very uncomfortable, he went to a stone house first - there was the staircase leading to the second floor.

The Dali masters saw that the people from the Western Regions had left first and their positions had been occupied. They could not get ahead, but they followed closely behind them to prevent them from leaving them behind.

Qin Zhenyang stabbed a man from the Western Regions to death with two swords at the edge of the stone formation. Seeing him fall silently with his hands on his throat, he waved to the Dali master who was thanking him beside him, with a frown on his face.

Suddenly, he heard a whisper in his ear:
"Second floor... Third floor..."

Qin Zhenyang opened his eyes slightly and looked around, but saw nothing.

Is it true, as they say, that there are heroic spirits of Dali here?
I would rather trust it to have it than to trust it to have nothing.

Qin Zhenyang stood in awe, raised his sword and saluted, then fled towards that direction like the wind.

The third floor staircase.

Lu Tianyong showed up and was the first one to leave the main group behind and go up to the third floor.

His eyes turned and looked at the stone platform in the center with eagerness.

He took a wrong step and was about to dash to the side, but suddenly he stopped and quickly made way behind him, avoiding the fatal sword.

Looking at Qin Zhenyang who had revealed his figure, he was surprised and asked subconsciously:

"How did you get up here?"

"I saw Brother Lu coming so fast and so anxious, so I didn't dare to fall behind."

Qin Zhenyang said lightly.

"Impossible, you shouldn't be able to keep up with me..."

Lu Tianyong said decisively.

In fact, Qin Zhenyang naturally did not come with Lu Tianyong. Lu Tianyong had a route that his father had carefully deduced for many years. He had a clear purpose when he came and bypassed many mechanisms. Qin Zhenyang didn't even see where he was.

But he also received secret hints from Xie Yuan, and followed the route that Lu Tianyong had already taken, and caught up with him directly at the entrance of the third floor.

At this time, Xie Yuan was not far behind Qin Zhenyang. He happily put a porcelain bottle in his arms and watched the show from the side.

The second-level dummy array was easier to pass, and the Qingling Pill was already obtained, so this trip was considered a break-even.

However, these dummies on the third floor were at the Qi and Blood Transformation stage. Xie Yuan did not dare to rush in and just thought secretly:

"Lu Tianyong is obviously coming for this Xuanbing, but why did he move to the right in the beginning? What's on the right?"

He recalled that he had visited the Sutra Library and Armory on the right more than once, but he did not know the functions of many things before the ruins were opened.

Could it be that the key to this level lies there?

Xie Yuan fell into deep thought.

When it comes to what the ruins will look like after being opened, Xie Yuan may not know as much as Lu Laosan; but when it comes to the distribution of terrain and what is where, he knows more about it than Lu Laosan.

Therefore, Lu Tianyong just changed direction when he came up, and he had a lot of associations.

"In the armory, there are indeed a few small things whose uses are unknown, beads, bracelets, jade talismans... tiger talismans?"

Xie Yuan suddenly remembered that the talisman was in the shape of a tiger, and looked quite like the tiger talisman used to mobilize troops.

Moreover, the armory on the second floor also has the tiger talisman.

The two floors correspond to different levels of cultivation, and the items stored are very different. Only these few items are exactly the same.

Xie Yuan's eyes lit up. Perhaps this tiger talisman was the key to controlling this dummy formation?
He took a step forward and went straight to the armory.

Qin Zhenyang and Lu Tianyong were in a standoff. Lu Tianyong wanted to leave, but he couldn't get rid of Qin Zhenyang, and he didn't dare to fight him. He looked solemn:

"Chief Qin, there are many treasures on this floor. Why don't we shake hands and make peace, explore separately, and not interfere with each other?"

Qin Zhenyang looked at him and shook his head:
"Brother Lu obviously came prepared. If I let you go free, I'm afraid nothing good will happen. Moreover, my Yunshan Sword Sect kills demons and punishes evil and promotes good, and will never make peace with bandits like you.

"Your Lu family cavalry has been wantonly robbing caravans at the border and killing innocent people. You, Lu Tianyong, are the most cruel. Your head has long been hung as a bonus in my sect, and I will take it away today."

After Qin Zhenyang finished speaking, he drew his sword directly. The sword flowers were like thousands of mountains, clouds and fog, covering Lu Tianyong's body, making his face change drastically.

Lu Tianyong frowned and shouted:
"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

He swung his sword and exchanged two moves with Qin Zhenyang, but the third move missed.

Lu Tianyong was startled and subconsciously tilted his head to avoid the oncoming sword.

However, due to the sword energy, a streak of blood was left on his cheek, which spilled onto the ground, making his heart pound.

This Qin Zhenyang is actually so strong?

He was able to cultivate the third level of Qi and blood in his early thirties. In addition to having a father who was a master, his own talent was also not bad. At least, it was much stronger than his father's.

There is no weak opponent when one has achieved the three transformations of Qi and Blood. Xie Yuan has experienced his strength in person and knows that he should not be underestimated.

However, even so, in front of Qin Zhenyang, he was in danger after just a few sword strikes. If it went on for a few more rounds, wouldn't he be killed by the sword directly?

Lu Tianyong's heart tightened, and he felt that he could not confront Qin Zhenyang head-on, so his expression changed and he looked towards the stairs in the room.

Qin Zhenyang did the same, and he rushed to that side one step earlier than him, as if facing a formidable enemy.

A burly black figure leaped up, stepped on the ground with his bare feet, looked through the door and window at the two people confronting each other outside, and grinned:
"Qin Zhenyang, so you were hiding here!"

Qin Zhenyang's expression became serious. Although Lu Tianyong's strength was average, Luo Tuo was a strong opponent. When the two of them were together, he had to be alert.

However, after Loto, one master after another came up, and they were all people from the Western Regions. In an instant, they filled the stone house, poured out of the door, and surrounded Qin Zhenyang in the blink of an eye.

With Qin Zhenyang's calmness, his expression changed slightly when he looked at the Western Region masters gathered around him.

Loto grinned:

"Qin Zhenyang, do you think we will kill you first, or will your companions arrive first? Haha, even if they arrive, I will just guard the stairs. Who would dare to come up?"

Qin Zhenyang took a breath, his expression returned to calm, and his eyes revealed determination.

It’s a pity that I haven’t found my junior brothers and sisters yet…

He looked at Luoto, then at Lu Tianyong, his eyes moving between these two strongest men in the Western Regions, as if he was calling out their names.

Lu Tianyong's heart naturally tightened, and Yi Luotu's heart also jumped. He frowned slightly and showed a vigilant look.

This guy is going to fight to the death.

The Western Region masters around all understood the situation, their hearts beating, and they slowly retreated, not wanting to be someone else's scapegoat.

"Huh, what a bunch of cowards."

Loto spat, walked to the front without hesitation, raised his huge fist, and shouted with black blood rising from his body:
"Follow me, I'll beat you to death—"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly paused and turned his head.

Many people from the Western Regions turned their heads away at the same time, and even Qin Zhenyang couldn't help but look to the side with his eyes wide open.

Those training dummies that were standing quietly and would not move unless someone approached them, suddenly took lifeless steps like a military formation and rushed towards this side quickly!
(End of this chapter)