Chapter 118 Big Black Bull's Formation The More the Better

In the end, Da Hei Niu was on the side cultivating elixirs when he had nothing to do, and then studied formations, the superposition of small formations and small formations.

The small phantom formation and the small wind and fire formation are perfectly superimposed. When activated, you will eat a big meal if you touch it!

But Da Hei Niu, without the guidance of a master, also embarked on another formation path. Even Chen Xun couldn't tell whether it was the right way or the wrong way.

Because the formations he learned were limited, he kept stacking formation flags, so he changed many formation flags and formation materials within the sect.

According to normal principles, once the formation is laid out, it has nothing to do with the number of formation flags.

But Da Hei Niu has been tinkering for hundreds of years, and he has really found another way in terms of the bonus of mana.

The more formation flags, the stronger the formation stacking effect! He even endured the first heavenly tribulation when forming the pill.

At this time, besides praising his peerless genius, what else could Chen Xun say... He couldn't understand it at all.

Da Hei Niu also made perfect use of the power of object control and spiritual consciousness to control the formation flags of all parties. It was really Da Hei Niu's formation, the more the merrier.

Now Chen Xun is also under a lot of pressure. Sometimes his back molars are almost broken. Damn it! !

Although he has already seen the "formation emperor" of Da Hei Niu, he has an alchemy skill, and the gods and Buddhas all over the sky are also protecting him and taking care of it...

I am really afraid that my brother will live a miserable life, and I am also afraid that my brother will realize his great ambitions.

This year passed like this, and they also added longevity points to their mana.

It was dawn today, and Chen Xun was shirtless outside the cave.

He was holding a mountain ax in his hand, and the veins in his arm were bulging. He did not use any magic power, but slowly slashed into the air, feebly.

The big black cow started tinkering with elixirs again. Apart from formations, this was his only hobby. He mooed in a low voice and looked at Chen Xun.

"Except for my lifespan and patience, I have nothing, so I can only use the stupidest method."

Chen Xun took a deep breath. The scorching sun was rising, and the purple energy came from the east. "There are no axes in this world of immortality. Maybe I can't touch it."

"But no matter what, no difficulty can overwhelm me!"

Chen Xun suddenly roared and slashed in front of him with his mountain axe, "Don't tell me any tricks. If there are no tricks, just chop! Drink! Ha!"

The big black cow could be heard mooing and snickering in the cave, and its belly kept twitching. Suddenly its pupils shrank and it was over!

It forgot that Chen Xun always secretly turned on his spiritual consciousness to observe the surroundings...

The big black cow was trembling slightly, and cold sweat broke out on its head. A huge shadow suddenly appeared behind it, as if the abyss of despair was gradually approaching it.

"Ximen Hei Niu..."

Chen Xun smiled slowly, as warm as flowers blooming in four seasons, and suddenly like a flash flood, "You dare to laugh at me behind my back, you are so powerful that you are so powerful!!"

"Moo!!!"

Shocked screams came from the cave, and the big black bull was lifted alive. It was on all fours, struggling and screaming.

After a stick of incense, the big black cow was so honest that he no longer dared to snicker and ignored the elixir.

Chen Xun began to strike again and again outside the cave in the direction of the rising sun, but couldn't find any feeling for the time being.

In the days that followed, Chen Xun practiced axes every morning, and Da Hei Niu cultivated elixirs. In the afternoon, Chen Xun made elixirs, and Da Hei Niu studied formations.

At night... Chen Xun took Da Hei Niu shopping. He went out to gain some knowledge and sometimes chatted with the casual cultivators at the foot of the mountain.

Then they go shopping in major stores. They don't buy anything, they just look at prices and make estimates in their mind.

Yuxu City is quite bustling at night, with countless immortal cultivators walking around. There are monks in the Qi Refining Stage with sad or hopeful faces, while there are also great monks with glowing faces, planning the future of the famous Qianguo Immortal Cultivation World.

There were also many sect brothers, sisters and sisters who went out together at night with happy smiles on their lips.

But in many inconspicuous places, there may be a person and a cow walking by them inadvertently, blending into the bustling city.

They started selling two bottles of mid-grade cold elixir every month. Sometimes they would sell them in Dongcheng, sometimes in Nancheng, and sometimes they would go to Beicheng.

Although it will take more time, for Chen Xun, it would be nice to have less unnecessary trouble.

A bottle of six pills can be sold for a high price of 300 low-grade spiritual stones. Chen Xun and Da Hei Niu's vision is slowly improving, and even their cultivation has reached the middle stage of foundation building.

They also went to a restaurant for a big meal and spent 200 pieces tasting spiritual stones. In the end, Chen Xun and Da Hei Niu agreed that it was not necessary... they would make it at home in the future.

After satisfying the little wish in their hearts, one person and one cow started to get busy again.

The years are also passing by, quietly washing away the old and yellowed thoughts, like a talisman without magic power, and then disappearing.

It is now the fiftieth year since Chen Xun and Da Heiniu came to Yuxu City. I heard that a centenary event will be held next year.

Because of the war in the world of cultivating immortals, the time has been changed. Today, Yuxu City is overcrowded, and many residential inns have been occupied in advance by cultivators from all over the world.

There are often huge boats approaching in the sky outside the West City, and many monks with shocking momentum descend from them.

The top ten immortal sects have mobilized many disciples to maintain law and order in the city. Blood has begun to splatter on the fighting stage in the central city, and the literary fight has also begun.

The city was noisy, and people were talking about the auction event, the genius battle, and the flower party. It seemed that it was becoming more popular than the mortal world.

The hearts of countless male monks were burning with gossip, wondering whether the fairies from Ziyun Immortal Sect were better, or the fairies from Xianyue Tower who were more graceful.

Dongcheng, Qinxian Mountain, a remote Huangjie cave.

Chen Xun was still shirtless. He sat cross-legged by the stream, his left hand raised, with a crooked axe in front of him, and his face was quite calm.

He seemed to be in a trance, looking at the axe, and listening to the sound of the stream.

Chen Xun seemed to be in a trance, and seemed to have returned to the time when he looked at the mountains and rivers in the past. His temperament became ethereal and otherworldly.

The big black bull stared in the cave, and there was no more ridicule in his eyes. It also had such a temperament. It was a real different practice. Chen Xun began.

At this time, a breeze blew, and the leaves around him kept swaying, quietly passing across Chen Xun's face, and he moved.

The axe flew in the air and chopped in the direction of the stream, still so weak and slow, without any magic power, and no fierce momentum.

But in the eyes of the big black bull, Chen Xun was so natural, as if there was a strange feeling that Chen Xun should have done this.

The stream was still flowing, and the water surface was rippling, as if Chen Xun had split a lonely.

He still had a calm face, and his mind seemed to be integrated into it. Countless fallen leaves gently stroked his face, but did not let him do any extra movements, just let it go.

The axe was still moving slowly, and it kept splitting in the direction of the stream.

"Moo~" The big black bull's pupils opened wider and wider, and then blinked again, full of disbelief.

That feeling... It's like walking on a mountain road, there will be flowers, trees, and gravel around, as it should be.

Instead of a Liao family of casual cultivators standing somewhere, making people feel that their appearance on the mountain road is quite abrupt and not natural at all.

The more the big black bull thought about it, the more he felt that it was right. After following the eldest brother for so long, it now felt that it was still quite cultured.

It is so natural for Chen Xun to sit cross-legged beside the stream now. Even when he is swinging an axe, it does not feel out of place. He is just part of nature.