Hook Pig never believed that there was a lock in the world that he couldn't open. If a lock can't be opened in the first place, then there is no need for this lock to exist. Wouldn't it be simpler to build a wall directly?

The enchantment exists to attract the spiritual opportunities of heaven and earth. If it is completely cut off from heaven and earth, and there is no gap to drill, then the barrier will no longer exist.

It is a slightly gentle hillside with snow on the uphill slope. The hook pig walked once, leaving many footprints on the snow. He stood on a high place and looked at the footprints, which were clearly end-to-end, in a large circle.

But as soon as he returned to the road he had walked, a miracle occurred, and the footprints under his feet were arranged in a straight line, leading into the distance, almost endlessly.

As he approached an area, the space was distorted before he knew it. It was a road that was obviously a circle, but when it was twisted, it looked like a straight line. He walked in this "straight line" and could never get out.

Once he left the circle and returned to the heights, looking down, the world was back to normal. The path he saw was indeed a big circle.

It was just a heavy snowfall, and it didn't take long for the footprints he stepped on to be filled by the falling snow.

"Senior Brother Gou, you seem to have discovered something?" Mu saw a flash of brightness in Gouzhu's eyes. didn't return to them in a desperate situation, hooking pigs can find a way out, and he is not convinced by this senior brother.

"Is there a way to get out?" Song Ruhai also asked with an anxious face.

As the Extreme Stygian Grass merged into the Frost Sword, the bitter cold poison on the Great Silver Fir Tree had gradually dissipated. The current cold is just ordinary icy cold. It wasn't a problem for these foundation-building monks.

The wooden immortal lotus was taken away by Yin Wanzhen, causing them to lose half of the Bigu Dan. But there are not many Bigu Dans in the Blue Ruoshuang belt, and it is not impossible for them to run out of time in the fifth month.

But what worries him is that in this big array, even if time runs out, they won't be able to get out. Blue Ruoshuang is an example. She had always had the spiritual power of the Immortal Tree's teleportation array fluctuating, but it was blocked by the Eight Desolations Locking Dragon Array.

If that's the case, they're afraid they'll end up starving here. Even if the Transmission Pagoda reopened after the ranked battle, they would not be able to rescue other disciples when they came here.

Most of the disciples who came here to practice were obviously unable to unlock this dragon locking array. Unless the Elder comes to the rescue in person, there is still a little hope.

But these people simply couldn't call for reinforcements. As soon as they leave the second floor, they lose their memories and forget about it. Moreover, there is no way to communicate directly with each other inside and outside the tower.

The four of them have been here for a few days. Always at a loss.

Song Ruhai, Mu and Lan Ruoshuang stayed under a big rock, meditating separately in a slightly smaller place in the wind and snow, Lan Ruoshuang's face was still pale, but she no longer needed to be carried by a person, and she could already walk independently. She sat under the rocks and watched the hook pigs lower walk up and down on the flat ground.

She found that although the hooker seemed to be impetuous, he was sometimes extremely patient. He walked in vain circle after circle on the snow, drawing large circles one by one, like a mouse in a spherical cage, unable to run no matter how he ran, but he ran so happily that he seemed to forget everything in this world.

From this point of view, as long as this array has a way to get out, it will definitely be found by him, just when it will be found.

When he turned back, everyone felt hope.

"Let's build a snowman!"

But he just said such a stupid thing with a smile on his face.

"Okay!" only the wood jumped up, looking stupidly happy.

Jinzhou is south of the Gutong River, and for the Houtu Dynasty, which occupied the fertile Middle Earth of Dongsheng Shenzhou, it belonged to the wealthy Jiangnan region. The climate here is mild and rainfall is abundant. But snow is very rare.

Even at the coldest time of winter, it's rare to see a real heavy snowfall. That is, the little snow falls down, and before it has time to accumulate, it melts on the ground and is trampled into a puddle of mud.

The real snow in Wood's memory was ten years ago. He was only four or five years old at the time, and that year the mountain was covered with heavy snow, and the whole mountain became a mass of mutton fat. Although his parents were worried, he had a great time in the snow.

He only now thought that the heavy wind and snow on the top of the big silver fir tree was also a rare beauty.

The gameplay of the snowman designed by Hook Pig is very simple, the four of them are lined up, each one hundred steps apart. Then each walked down the hill in a straight line according to what he thought. Every thirty steps, stop to build a snowman by yourself.

It's not enough to finish a circle. After walking a circle, change places and continue walking.

Hook Pig himself has walked countless laps here, and he has found that there is a certain pattern in the distribution of these large circles. It's just that every time he was about to see the pattern, the traces he had walked in front of him had been covered by the newly fallen snow, which made him unable to confirm his thoughts.

The snow on the top of this mountain never stops. The piles of snow were crushed into a thick layer of solid ice. The ice flowed along the mountain wall into a tongue of ice that stretched out, and the last piece of land fell from the edge to the bottom of the great silver fir tree, forming a bitter cold lake.

If there was a way to leave these traces behind, maybe he would be able to see something. There was almost nothing left on the mountain except snow and rocks under the snow, and building snowdrifts was the easiest way he could think of it.

Half an hour later, everyone had piled up a lot of snowdrifts, and they all found themselves back to square one. Everyone stopped, and no longer in vain.

The four of them return to the rocks high above and look at the ridiculous snowmen piled up below.

Although the snow has buried some of them, you can still see that the snowdrifts form many large and small circles, each of which is almost perfectly circular.

The conjecture in the heart of the hook pig was confirmed.

"Did you see it? there!" Hook Pig pointed with his hand, and Song Ruhai also understood. The center of these circles, which they formed by walking straight on the ground, all revolved around a spot in the snow.

The closer they got to the site, the smaller the circle they walked. The farther away they get, the bigger the circle they go.

Probably the closer you get there, the more the space is distorted. The farther away you go, the smoother the distortion becomes.

So there is a size limit for this array. As long as they are far enough away from that location, they will not be affected. But it was this location that stood in their way.

"That's the eye!" said Hook Pig with a smile, his heart filled with the joy of successful theft.

They never succeeded in going down the mountain, but it was much easier to go to the array.

Because the more twisted and intense the place, the smaller the circle they turn. If you try and try like this, you will always find the right way.

The slightest distortion is less noticeable, the larger the circle they walk out of. When I found out that I was fooled and changed direction after walking all the way, several hours passed.

Song Ruhai sacrificed the Divine Fire Ding, which was more than one person high, and directly swung it to which position. Then a few people walked straight towards the Divine Fire Ding.

Any other direction of space will be distorted, but they can constantly change their direction depending on the position of the Divine Fire Ding. I don't know how long I hovered left and right, but after finally getting close to a certain distance, this strange feeling of spatial distortion suddenly disappeared.

There didn't seem anything unusual in the area, but everyone could feel the slightest sign of aura fluctuations coming from underground.

Song Ruhai sacrificed the divine fire and burned it, directly melting this thick layer of snow and ice, revealing the rocks under the ice and snow.

It is said that it is a rock, but in fact, the bark of the big silver fir tree has been dead for I don't know how many years, and it has long since dried up and hardened and sturdy.

A hole in the thickness of a bowl was exposed in the rock, and the ice inside was frozen and bottomless. It was clear that something had gone straight into the ground from here, buried in the ground at an unknown depth.

Song Ruhai burned it with the Divine Fire Ding for a while, although it softened and turned the shallow rocks red, it had no effect on the deep hole with the thickness of the bowl.

He's a little at a loss. Although the fire of the Divine Fire Ding was powerful, it was not strong enough to burn through this unknown depth of rock.

If there is a Pure Yang Pill, you can use the Pure Yang Pill to throw it into the hole to blast the rock open, and then people will go down to explore. But there is not a single pure yang pill.

"Let's dig this out. Hook Pig drew his sword and used it as a chisel. This rock is not hard, and it can be split little by little with a black iron wooden sword. It worked, but it was just a bit of a hassle. But in this predicament, they have more time than they do.

"Hmm, what can you dig up underneath?" asked the wood stupidly.

"Maybe it's a magic weapon!" Hook Pig's eyes sparkled seductively.

"So what are you waiting for?"

The wood has rolled up its sleeves and is ready to dig a big one. Song Ruhai could only smile bitterly, these people couldn't even escape, and they still wanted to dig out the treasure?

It's just that digging out this thing may really break this formation.

Everyone was sweating profusely for a while, and a timid female voice came down the wind: "Don't touch it!"

Everyone looked up, and there was a fair beauty in the wind and snow. She was wearing a gray tunic robe, tightly wrapped in a fur cloak, her face was pale, her steps were a little staggering, as if she had come from afar in the wind and snow, and the horror and exhaustion in her eyes could not be hidden, which made people feel pity.

"Don't touch it......" she let out an uncomfortable voice in a trembling voice. But what she said made Hook Pig's heart tremble:

"That array pivot is the door of death, and if you touch it, you will die!"