The middle-aged scholar sighed and said: "What a powerful seal. There are not many people in the world who can get close to this mountain!"

He took one step into the air and flew straight to the top of the mountain with the green light under his feet.

The top of the mountain is wide and gentle, forming a gurgling pond. The water in the pond pours from the side of the mountain wall, forming a waterfall flowing down, but the water in the pond never decreases as if it will never dry up.

There are four huge statues standing in the pond. A blue dragon emerges from the water, stretching out its head and claws in majesty. A white tiger stands, raising its claws and head high into the sky with fighting intent. A Suzaku stands, with its wings stretched out, burning the sky. A prostrate Xuanwu

, turtle and snake entrenched, steady and thick.

The middle-aged scholar glanced around, frowned and said to himself: "The artistic conception of these four monsters is really weird. There is no ferocity of monsters at all, but they are full of a sense of sacredness. They are like ancient sages. They can actually make me feel sad.

What is the origin of these things?"

The middle-aged scholar examined it for a while, then stepped on the lake and walked toward the center of the pond. There was a hollow in the center of the pond. The gurgling water flowed around the hollow without entering the center at all. A ray of sunlight shone through the hollow.

In the heart of the mountain, a high platform stands. Below the high platform is a sea of ​​magma, with hot steam rising.

Fan Xian was sitting cross-legged on a high platform and practicing with his eyes closed. A ray of sunlight shone down from the round hole on the top of the mountain, just covering him.

Suddenly most of the sunlight disappeared, the mountain fell into darkness, and a huge figure was reflected on the mountain wall.

Fan Xian opened his eyes and murmured: "Is it getting dark? It won't be so soon!"

A laugh came down from above, echoing loudly in the heart of the mountain: "Junior brother, how can it be quiet if you live in a cave?!"

Fan Xian suddenly raised his head and shouted in great surprise: "Elder brother!" He stood up from the stone platform and flew upwards in an instant. After approaching the entrance of the cave, he was suspended in mid-air. He looked up and saw the middle-aged scholar standing on top.

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Fan Xian bowed deeply and said excitedly: "Elder brother, you are finally here! Are you here to rescue me?"

The middle-aged scholar nodded and said, "That's right!"

Fan Xian thanked him again and said, "Thank you so much, senior brother!"

The middle-aged scholar said with a serious face: "Junior brother, you did indeed make a mistake this time! You let thousands of evil ghosts out of their cages, which almost caused a huge tragedy in the Western Region. Even if you are rescued, you will still be punished when you return to the academy."

Fan Xian lowered his head and said, "Yes! I know I was wrong and I am willing to accept the punishment."

The middle-aged scholar nodded happily and stretched out his hand toward the entrance of the cave. As soon as his hand touched the entrance, a colorful light curtain instantly appeared, blocking it firmly.

The middle-aged scholar frowned slightly, pressed his hand on the colorful light screen and slowly exerted force, boom boom~ the whole sacred mountain shook slightly, and the magma inside the mountain sputtered and sputtered with magma pillars.

Fan Xian looked at the sunken colorful light curtain with excitement, was it going to break?

The energy in the middle-aged scholar's body is circulating, and his whole body is glowing with milky white light, like a person made of light.

Rumble~ Within thousands of miles, the mountains and the earth were shaking, and dark clouds rolled in the sky with lightning and thunder, and in an instant it was like the end of the world had come.

The middle-aged scholar frowned slightly and put away his hands in an instant. The turmoil on the earth returned to its original state. The dark clouds in the sky disappeared and the lightning passed. In the blink of an eye, the thunder and lightning turned into a clear sky.

Fan Xian was in the cave and asked anxiously: "Elder brother, how are you doing?"

The middle-aged scholar frowned and said, "It's very troublesome. I don't know what means the door used to connect this mountain to this world."

Fan Xian shouted from inside: "Senior Brother, it should be the magic circle!"

The middle-aged scholar frowned and said: "Since his magic circle is powerful, I won't care about his magic circle and just split the mountain directly!"

Fan Xian shouted excitedly in the cave: "Elder brother is amazing!"

"Stand aside!"

"Yes!" Fan Xian immediately stood towards the side of the mountain wall.

The middle-aged scholar used his hand pen to write in the air, and a black font "PI" appeared in the air. He pointed his finger at the word "PI", and the word "PI" immediately moved towards the mountain and was printed on the mountain with a thud.

A sharp energy was born from the mountain and passed by. Clang~ The mountain seemed to be made of supreme divine iron. There was a sound of golden iron and a roar. A huge chasm spanning thousands of meters appeared in the distant mountains.

A mountain peak collapsed with a roar, rocks flying, and smoke filling the sky.

Can't split it?! The middle-aged scholar frowned deeply, then turned to look at the four statues on the top of the mountain. Could it be that they are the key to breaking the formation?

He immediately took off into the air and landed in front of the white tiger statue. He hit the white tiger statue with his crystal clear palm. There was a muffled sound and the crystal white palm was printed on the white tiger's body.

The mountains roared with two muffled sounds, the earth shook twice like an earthquake, two muffled thunders sounded in the sky, and the space above was distorted. The terrifying power in the hands of the middle-aged scholar disappeared without a trace, and the giant tiger statue did not move at all.

"Roar~" A thundering tiger roar sounded on the top of the mountain, and a sacred white tiger shadow appeared on the white tiger statue. The white tiger shadow turned to look at the middle-aged scholar, and two Geng-gold light beams shone down in its eyes.

A book suddenly appeared on the middle-aged scholar's body. The golden beam of light hit the book, causing ripples where it hit, making it difficult to break through.

After a while, the golden light pillar disappeared, and the white tiger's shadow merged into the white tiger statue again.

The middle-aged scholar flew back to the entrance of the cave and looked around the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away with his hands on his back.

Fan Xian's anxious voice came from the cave: "Elder brother, have you started to break the mountain?"

The middle-aged scholar came back to his senses and said: "This mountain can't be broken, and I can't break it. Junior brother, you can reflect here for the time being. As a brother, you must study this magic circle carefully."

Fan Xian respectfully responded: "Yes!" A feeling of disappointment inevitably arose in his heart, and then he flew down and sat cross-legged on the stone pillar.

The middle-aged scholar walked up to the Qinglong statue, stretched out his hand to touch the statue, and a steady stream of energy flowed into it.

After a large amount of vitality was input, array patterns and densely packed talismans gradually appeared on the surface of the Qinglong statue. The array patterns flickered with light and continued to change, just like a swimming dragon. Every moment was different.

The middle-aged scholar's eyes suddenly widened and he was confused. What's going on? What kind of inscription is this? Why don't I recognize any of them?

Bang~ The strong pressure in Qinglong's body bloomed, and the middle-aged scholar was suddenly bounced back, staggering back two steps. The pressure on Qinglong's body gradually disappeared, and the formation patterns on his body were also invisible.

The middle-aged scholar murmured to himself: "What kind of magic circle is this? Why don't I recognize any of the inscriptions in it? Is it really a magic circle handed down from ancient times?" Doubts arose in his heart.
Chapter completed!