The young man from thirty years ago had already come to this day, so he left these graphic beds in advance for future generations to use.

When Zhu Qingsheng thought of this, he not only deeply admired the young man he had never met, but he didn't know where he was, but he could figure out what happened thirty years later.

Songbai Taoist said to the complex words on the bed boards, saying, "Thunder, mountains, birds, fish...what do these mean?"

Zhu Qingsheng said casually: "These are the Yin-Yang line formations, which were left by that young man..." Halfway through his words, he suddenly remembered that this Yin-Yang line formation is the unique magic array of Maoshan. It is impossible for other sects to have them. Could that young man be a middle-aged man in Maoshan? According to thirty years ago, he should be a Maoshan disciple of his master's generation, so who is he?

Previously, when Taoist Songbai saw these figures, he vaguely guessed that there was a turning point. Now, when he heard Zhu Qingsheng say this, he couldn't help but feel happy and said, "So, we can go out?" In fact, Taoist Songbai is not bad in his heart, but he has been suppressed here for too long and his mind is almost collapsed. Now that he hears that there is a way to have the best of both worlds, how can he not be happy?

Zhu Qingsheng shook his head and said, "I need some clean water..." At this point, he immediately stopped seeing the cinnabar floating in the air. Since the young man would calculate that there will be descendants to solve this problem thirty years later, how could he not expect the method of drawing talismans? Wouldn't it be better to use cinnabar instead of clean water?

Songbai Taoist said, "Since that master has left a method, we don't have to talk about it anymore. Break it for me!" He stroked the bed boards in the air with his palms, and the wooden boards under the grooves of the original figure fell one after another, and immediately made out all the hollow bed board graphics.

The Taoist Songbai pushed out his hands, and the eight-sided bed board suddenly flew out from afar, and arranged it in the courtyard according to the direction of the Bagua. Then he made a move with his right hand, and the cinnabar floating in the air flowed over, filling every groove. He was originally a Taoist practitioner, and when it comes to setting up a formation and casting spells, he was much more familiar with Zhu Qingsheng.

Seeing that the formation had been set up, Zhu Qingsheng took a deep breath and looked around. Taoist Songbai and the 108 souls were all looking at him quietly, knowing that the time for the time to see him was coming. Since the young man from thirty years ago expected that today, he would be fine.

Seeing that all the talismans were thrown into the courtyard of the whole mansion, I remembered the master's previous emergency method, and suddenly gritted my teeth, bit my right index finger, and applied the blood flowing out to the three long fingers of my left hand, and recited the mantra: "Yin Yin and Yang Yang, life and death, death and death, Yang Yang Yin Yin. All souls listen to my orders, let's go!"

The blood from the three fingers of the left hand suddenly dissipated and turned into blood and qi, scattering in the air.

The cinnabars jumped violently, and with a few "screaming" sounds, the bed boards all broke out, and cinnabars spiraled up in the air, emitting dazzling red flame light. At the same time, a layer of faint red light curtain appeared from the air, and the souls were absorbed involuntarily, and then they passed through the outside and disappeared.

One, two, three... several, dozens of souls flew into the red screen one after another, all flying into the distance, and no longer visible.

This formation that had suppressed these souls for sixty years was finally broken.

Zhu Qingsheng saw the souls flying through the light curtain one by one, and his fingers were so excited that he had trembled. This was the first time he had successfully prepared the formation. Although it was probably the help of his predecessors and Songbai Taoist, even so, it made him very excited.

The Songbai Taoist on the side changed his mood and sighed, "I didn't expect that the formation of the past few decades will be broken like this. Little benefactor, don't care what I said before."

When Zhu Qingsheng heard what he said, he waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I understand Taoist priest's situation."

Songbai Taoist looked at these people who escaped from flying souls and murmured: "A hundred years of life are about to pass like this, it feels like a dream."

Zhu Qingsheng knew that he was about to break away from this formation and return to the underworld and was reborn. He felt a little sad and said, "That Taoist, will we meet again?"

Songbai Taoist said, "Yes, but I will really see you in the next life as soon as I leave. My benefactor, you must take good care of yourself."

"I can do it, Taoist priest, you should take care of yourself too."

Taoist Songbai turned his head to look at him: "Little benefactor, I lied to you a lot of things just now, don't care. But the matter of Mr. Cheng Yunzi sealing the white jade ruler is not bad at all. Little benefactor, after you go out, take the ruler back."

Zhu Qingsheng lowered his head and said, "I can." He looked up at the surroundings. In this moment, one hundred and eight souls had already escaped completely, and none of them were left.

Zhu Qingsheng said: "Master, we will see you again in the next life." He pulled out the sun parasol behind him, walked forward, and smashed the second black iron plum blossom hard. The earth suddenly moved and trembled slightly, and the rumbling echoes kept spreading.

Songbai Taoist's face changed and he said in a lost voice: "Oh no, it's been suppressed here for too long. I'm afraid that the formation will fail once these three black iron plum blossoms are broken, and the Feng Shui that has been suppressed for more than 60 years will be completely exploded. Little benefactor, you will be in danger if you smash it."

Zhu Qingsheng gritted his teeth and said, "The Taoist priest has been trapped for sixty years. What is the difference between this little bit of safety of boy?"

The Taoist Songbai was complicated in his heart, and slowly floated behind Zhu Qingsheng and sighed: "Little benefactor, you are rewarded by good people, and God will not treat you badly." After that, his right hand pressed on Zhu Qingsheng's back, and a clear and harmonious true power was transmitted into Zhu Qingsheng's body.

Zhu Qingsheng was shocked and surprised, not knowing what he meant.

Songbai Taoist said, "Little benefactor, if you break this third black iron plum blossom, the feng shui here will be immediately out of order. These houses may collapse all of them. Then you open the umbrella and I will use all the remaining strength to send you out."

Zhu Qingsheng was grateful and no longer hesitated, and smashed it hard at the third black iron plum blossom.

With a "bang", the last black iron plum blossom broke with a sound.

There was only a sound of echoing from the depths of the earth. With a "huh" sound, the ground underneath began to crack. The Songbai Taoist shouted: "Why don't you open the umbrella quickly?!"

Zhu Qingsheng woke up in shock and opened the Kui Yang Parasol with the true power of the Song and Cypress Taoist. Suddenly, a vast Taoist true power came from behind him, passing through his meridians and reaching the Kui Yang Parasol in his hand.

The red light of the sun parasol actually drove Zhu Qingsheng to fly. Zhu Qingsheng looked back and saw the pine and cypress Taoist smile at him and turned into a clear air and flew away.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!