"Invisible, unheard, untouched, unavailable, soundless, colorless, intangible, and substanceless. From this point of view, it is very likely that the Taoist Master is tracking Sun Xiyue over a long distance.

Going forward a while, the person who appeared at Guishufang Manor should also be Sun Daozi."

"I just don't know how she found the teahouse and even sat down with her father.

And before I returned to Fucheng, I had already left quietly, leaving only the second picture of Moon Washing behind."

"I had been troubled by the delusions she inspired. It wasn't until I saw the second picture that I suddenly broke through the fog and clarified many things."

Several thoughts flashed through his mind, and Wei Tao once again focused his attention on the two scrolls.

With his level of strength at this time and his cultivation state of communication between heaven and man, he can naturally see many things that were not clear before.

The first catalog I bought in the Cangmang Mountains showed nothing but the true meaning of Xuanwu Zhenjie.

It is also mixed with complicated artistic conceptions of heretic techniques, as well as some spiritual meaning related to the Locha tribe.

The three are intertwined and intertwined. Sun Xiyue uses a method similar to the way silk carries mysterious thoughts, and is presented in the picture through such extremely twisted lines.

As for the second scroll, what Wei Tao perceived from it was that except for some of the true accidents of Xuanwu Kung Fu, the rest were all kinds of evil thoughts and spiritual intentions.

Although they are far less real and powerful than the malicious intent of Brahma's rebirth, from the perspective of getting back to the source, they may be the same thing.

Wei Tao stood up from the wooden chair, formed the Yuantu Fist Seal with his hands, and walked around the two pictures of the Moon Washing.

winter!

A heartbeat rang out from the empty palms.

Then the soft sounds of winter and winter merged into one, and the rumble of thunder came from the body. The two gradually merged into one place, becoming indistinguishable from each other.

Use people as mirrors to reflect yourself.

Although he has reached the level of turtle and snake intercourse to the level of breaking the limit of seventy steps, which has long surpassed the height that Sun Xiyue reached at the beginning, but at this time, he can still gain some understanding of her understanding of Xuanwu Kung Fu from an overall perspective.

Unknowingly, black scales appeared on the body surface.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became heavy.

Even the candle burning quietly seemed to be frozen by ice, not beating and swaying like before.

Wei Tao suddenly felt an impulse in his heart.

Driving him to turn his body, his eyes fell on the second picture scroll.

boom!

In an instant, countless twisted lines danced wildly.

Spiritual thoughts full of evil thoughts are like physical reality, rushing towards you.

However, he was blocked by the lines on the picture and could not really escape from the painting.

Gudong!

Wei Tao swallowed a mouthful of saliva inexplicably.

At this moment, the whole room suddenly became dark.

In an instant, it went from being brightly lit to being blind.

And Dongdong's heart was beating non-stop, as if there was a ferocious giant beast hiding in the darkness, trying to devour and chew up any living creature that came in.

The disciples of the Qingshan Society who were on duty at night noticed the strange movement, and two people were separated from the hiding place and approached from hiding.

Just as they approached the door that seemed to be filled with dark and dead energy flowing out, the two of them suddenly felt their hearts tingling, and their whole bodies were cold and stiff.

It was like arriving in front of a cave where a terrifying demon lived, and who knew when a sharp claw would come out and tear them into tattered pieces.

The two of them looked at each other, the strange threads in their bodies sped up, and they took another step closer.

winter!

At this moment, a muffled sound came from the darkness.

The two Qingshan Club disciples felt as if they had been struck by lightning, and were so oppressed that they could hardly breathe.

But it was precisely because of this sound, which was like a heartbeat, that their heartstrings, which were so tight that they were about to break, relaxed.

The two of them bowed deeply in unison, then retreated a certain distance and returned to the hiding place where they were on duty.

Only then did they realize that they were sweating profusely and their clothes were completely soaked.

The two of them gasped for breath, and then looked at the room shrouded in darkness, their eyes filled with a fanatical light that could not be concealed.

Time passed little by little.

Suddenly, a vague and obscure aura appeared from nowhere and was approaching quickly.

This person was extremely fast and seemed to blend into the night. In an instant, he had already landed in the small courtyard.

Beiwu stood in the open space in front of the corridor, silently staring at the solid darkness in front of him, like flowing water, and frowned slightly.

He just took a step forward.

Whoosh!

There was a sound of clothes ripping in the wind, and several figures jumped out from different directions, surrounding him tightly.

"A few warriors who may not even have reached the level of mystical sense also want to stop me?"

Bei Wu thought about it, but he still stopped where he was.

His eyes looked around, and finally landed on the door shrouded in ink. His expression instantly became gloomy and gloomy, with some lingering doubts mixed in.

The positions of these masked men in green clothes are somewhat particular, and their energy is connected and integrated into one, which is obviously not comparable to ordinary joint attack formations.

However, in the eyes of Beiwu's master, even if they assume a joint attack posture, they are not afraid at all. At most, it will only be more troublesome if they take action.

What really made him stop was the room that seemed to be surrounded by the flow of ink.

As soon as he took a step closer, a terrifying aura that made even him feel inexplicably trembling came out of it, as if there was a terrifying demon that was grinding its teeth and sucking blood.

The warning signs in his heart were beating wildly, reminding him not to get close, and that it was best to retreat immediately and never look back.

Swish, swish, swish...

Just as Beiwu was hesitating, a dozen more figures quietly came closer.

He looked around again and suddenly felt the pressure doubled.

There were a total of eighteen masked warriors in green clothes, plus the middle-aged man hiding behind them. The nineteen qi machines were inextricably linked and integrated, and even had a significant impact on his interaction between heaven and man.

"What kind of battle formation is this? It can actually achieve this level."

Beiwu took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Behind him, the shadow of a giant wolf with its head raised and howling at the moon appeared silently.

The true meaning of the Moon Wolf Clan's secret technique quietly emerged, which immediately put tremendous pressure on the disciples of the Qingshan Society.

The two sides refused to give in to each other, and the battle was about to break out.

winter!

Suddenly there was another muffled sound.

The disciples of the Qingshan Club didn't feel anything yet, but Beiwu suddenly looked miserable, as if he had been struck by lightning.

He stared at the closed door in front of him, feeling the frightening malice coming towards him, like a lamb being targeted by a tiger, almost losing the ability to resist and escape.

"Master Shang, please take them and retreat first."

"Senior Beiwu, stay here. I have something to ask you."

At this moment, an emotionless voice sounded from the room and reached the ears of everyone who was confronting each other in the courtyard.

Shang Bian bowed and quickly led all the Qingshan Society disciples out of the small courtyard.

Beiwu was the only one left standing there, with thoughts in his mind like a mess.

In the dark depths isolated by the door, a scarlet flame suddenly ignited, coating everything in the room with a blood-red color.

The next moment, the darkness dissipated and the candlelight remained.

Wei Tao slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and watched silently as the second Moon Washing Picture Book burned quietly. The scarlet flames became more and more intense, and eventually turned into pieces of flying ashes and dispersed.

He stood silently, lost in thought.

The status bar quietly appears in front of you.

Sure enough, just as he thought, there were new changes in the turtle-snake interface.

Name: turtle and snake crossing each other.

Progress: eight hundred and forty.

Status: Breaking the limit of seventy-four paragraphs.

Description: Xuanwu gradually emerges.

"After devouring these spiritual thoughts, the progress of turtle and snake intertwining practice has actually improved."

"Beiwu just condensed the true meaning of martial arts outside, and it actually resonated with the spiritual meaning on the second picture scroll, so the mountains I saw in those eyes should be the mountains deep in the southern border.

The Yuesan people of the Qinglian Sect also said that they once met a certain young woman whom they had never heard of in southern Xinjiang, and it was undoubtedly that they met Sun Xiyue by chance."
To be continued...