was robbed of white by the little yellow bird, and Fang Zhuo had nothing to say. After a while, I was an idiot, and I did the pig's head, so let's go honestly.

The little yellow bird lowered his head to deal with the sword-shaped sigil on Zhan Yu's paper crane, and Fang Zhuo could distract himself from doing something else.

This stone staircase is specially carved very deep, leaving high stone walls on both sides, in order to carve various patterns on this stone wall. Fang Zhuo had already discovered this, and after dealing with the little yellow bird, he could finally calm down and watch.

On the stone wall, the most carved is the word "sword".

All kinds of different fonts, different eras of writing, different colors and different angles, anyway, Fang Zhuo saw that in addition to the pattern, almost half of the word "sword" in the text!

Some of these inscriptions are sharp, some are simple, some are crooked, and some are square and atmospheric. Even Fang Zhuo felt that there were a few sword words in it, faintly revealing a murderous aura.

Words are like people, and the people who want to engrave these words are all characters with sharp swordsmanship and decisive killing.

As for those graphics, the vast majority are sword drills and stabs. Fang Zhuo's martial arts skills were already small, and at this time, it seemed that he had actually gained quite a lot.

There are more than 6,660 steps, and after 3,000 steps, it is basically in the clouds.

Entering the inner door, Fang Zhuo didn't dare to use light body kung fu, but his kung fu itself was successful, and the Great Wilderness Washing Jade Sutra had a small harvest, and his feet were light and fast, far superior to ordinary people. Within half an hour, Fang Zhuo stepped onto the top of the stone steps.

"The little guy has very good legs. The little yellow bird had already absorbed enough aura at the moment, and was in a good mood, and began to chatter with Fang Zhuo without saying a word.

"It's just that the strength under your feet is a bit heavy, the force is excessive, and when it is not collected, it is clear that the worldly kung fu has reached the top, but it is not yet known for cultivation. ”

Fang Zhuo listened to the little yellow bird's old-fashioned comments, and was secretly surprised in his heart. The Bitter Sword Sect flew out with such knowledge, which was really amazing. It seems that this bird is indeed not ordinary.

Fang Zhuo climbed to the top of the stone steps and looked around, except for a stone path leading to the depths of the dense fog under his feet, he couldn't see anything with his eyesight. He couldn't help but let out his divine sense and swept it, and his keen divine sense felt a faint aura of spiritual power in the mist.

"This is a formation?" Fang Zhuo blurted out involuntarily.

"I've seen a lot, you can actually recognize this as a formation. The little yellow bird nodded, pretending to be profound.

Once he realized that this mist was actually enveloping a large array, Fang Zhuo's divine sense began to become dishonest. He was already studying the knowledge of the dot matrix chapter in the "General Outline of the Fu Gong". There was a ready-made large array in front of him, which was a good opportunity for him to confirm what he had learned!

"You wait here honestly first, and I'll come when I go. The little yellow bird commanded: "This mountain protection array is extremely powerful, you must not move it." Otherwise, the gods won't be able to save you. ”

"I understand. "There are many introductions to the formation in the dot matrix chapter, and the effect of the formation, Fang Zhuo is naturally very clear. As the highest-end combination of the talisman, the formation is actually the most powerful display of the talisman.

If the disciples guarding the mountain brought Fang Zhuo up, they were holding special spiritual guides, and they could take Fang Zhuo into it safely. The little yellow bird didn't have this thing, but it could directly enter the core of the big array and open a way for Fang Zhuo to come out.

Fang Zhuo was nervously exploring the aura fluctuations and layout of this large array, while rapidly deducing the distribution and attributes of the large array. After a few minutes, I heard the little yellow bird shouting in the fog, "Little one, follow the road and come in." I've opened the Locking Spirit Array, and I've locked in your breath. As long as you don't move, the big array won't attack you. ”

Hearing this, Fang Zhuo continued to release his divine sense as he walked along the stone path into the mist. The stone road twisted and turned, up and down, and Fang Zhuo walked for half an hour in the fog, and gradually there were voices in his ears. He secretly admired in his heart that the Bitter Sword Sect had a strong family background, and he had not analyzed all aspects of the data of this big array, and in terms of formations, he was not yet a beginner. However, Fang Zhuo was able to conclude that this was definitely not the Bitter Sword Sect's Mountain Protection Array. This array is set up here, the main purpose is psychedelic and blocking, and the killing intent in it is not very large. It is estimated that the killing power of this array only accounts for about 30% of the entire array.

He had already heard when he was in the Fang City that the Bitter Sword Sect's Ten Thousand Mountains Ten Thousand Swords Ten Thousand Killing Array was commonly known as the Thirty Thousand Great Array, although it sounded very cheesy, but it was really terrifying. It is said that if this large array is fully powerful, even the true immortals in the sky will dare to fight!

After walking into the fog for so long, suddenly a few steps out of the fog, and suddenly the eyes suddenly opened up.

The large area of buildings is undulating, and the mountain is like a big town. Within the outer gate, the disciples are distributed according to their types of work and rank, and they live on the peaks of the mountains in all directions. However, it is still relatively scattered, and few settlements are so large-scale. Fang Zhuo saw that the buildings here were simple and cangsang, and there was a distant atmosphere in his face.

The little yellow bird fluttered its wings, landed on his shoulder, and led him into the bushes.

"Why are there so few people here?" Fang Zhuo asked in a low voice.

"This is the outer part of the inner gate, and those who can live here are often the outer disciples who are favored by some elders. They have been practicing here for a few years, and as long as they can satisfy the old guys in the inner gate, they will have the opportunity to become inner disciples. The little yellow bird said, "How can you say there are so many disciples like this?"

"The outer part of the inner door?" Fang Zhuoqi said, "Isn't this the inner door?"

"Nonsense!" the little yellow bird glanced at him, and said in a very humane exaggeration: "You little guy, you won't think that our Bitter Sword Sect's dojo is so shabby, right?"

"Uh................... Fang Zhuo was dumbfounded. These buildings in front of you are tall and majestic, and there is no shortage of precious jade materials. Seeing some rare pieces of beautiful jade inlaid on the wall, Fang Zhuo said in his heart, if it is shabby here, then the palaces of those emperors in the human world can only be regarded as thatched huts.

The path they were taking was clearly not to the heart of the building. Every time the little yellow bird had to fly out of the city, opening a new route for Fang Zhuo. There were constantly new formations shrouded along the way, and one by one large formations were staggered and coiled, making Fang Zhuo feel dizzying.

Soon, through the building, climb a long mountain road to a gazebo. Although there was no one blocking the way to inquire along the way, Fang Zhuo could feel that someone was staring at him all the time in the shadows.

The gazebo is very simple, a stone case, and a chessboard is placed on the table.

The little yellow bird flew to the top of the stone table, and the spiritual power in its mouth spewed out, dotting on the lines of the chessboard. Fang Zhuo was curious, but he saw a flash in front of him, and he had already changed places.

"This is?!" Fang Zhuo was shocked! If it was a teleportation array, there was no fluctuation or weightlessness of teleportation at all. If it was an illusion array, why didn't he perceive the breath of illusion at all.

"It's not something that you mere mortals can know. The little yellow bird flapped its wings triumphantly and said, "Follow closely, but don't lose it." It's not easy for Miss Ben to absorb some aura, if you lose it, I'll waste extra spiritual power and come back to you. ”

The new environment is also a valley, with a large Lingtian spirit orchard and a few buildings scattered around. Fang Zhuo took a casual look, the spirit fields and spirit fruits here were obviously several grades higher than those outside. The little yellow bird took Fang Zhuo around, and when he arrived at a place, he opened the formation again, and Fang Zhuo found that the place had changed again.

After flickering like this five or six times in a row, Fang Zhuo felt that every time he changed places, the aura around him became a little thicker. No wonder people say that the dragon veins and aura of Fulong Mountain converge, and the dragon head part is occupied by the Bitter Sword Sect.

With another flash in front of his eyes, Fang Zhuo felt a surge of aura rushing towards him.

"Okay, welcome to the inner gate of the Bitter Sword Sect. The delicate voice of the little yellow bird rang in my ears.