"Qin Cheng, what do you think are those outside?"

At this time, Peng Shui's voice suddenly trembled slightly.

Qin Cheng frowned and looked through the cracks in the wall of the room, feeling startled.

In the dark rainy night, pairs of red eyes lit up.

No body was exposed, only eyes like will-o'-the-wisps, which seemed to be suspended in mid-air. They couldn't be seen clearly, but they made people even more frightened.

Moreover, there are an extremely large number of these red eyes.

As soon as he swept over, there were red lights in all directions, staring at this place, or rather staring at the two people in the thatched house.

Then, these red eyes moved towards them.

All of them clung to the outside of the thatched house, and the brilliance in their eyes even illuminated the house with streaks of red light.

However, the surrounding light curtains drooped, and these guys stood outside the light curtain and did not try to get closer.

Perhaps it was because of the light barrier that they gave up the idea of ​​continuing to approach.

Qin Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. Without spiritual consciousness, he could not sense the strength of these red lights.

But looking at the eyes, these guys are not small.

After observing it, there is a light curtain, so there is no problem with safety.

Qin Cheng no longer paid attention to these red lights, but continued to contact and carve the divine patterns.

This is something where practice makes perfect. If something is unfamiliar the first time, it will become much smoother the second time.

As for the power of the mind, Qin Cheng has not injected it yet.

The divine patterns are not smooth yet, so trying too early will only waste your energy.

By the time Qin Cheng finished practicing for the second time, it was still dark.

But what left Qin Cheng speechless was that the rain stopped at some point, but the temperature dropped sharply, and it actually started snowing in the sky.

Overnight, there was thunder and rain in the first half of the night, and freezing cold and snow in the second half of the night?

What the hell did that old man get himself into?

Qin Cheng wanted to carve this divine pattern more and more, and then went out to have a look.

"What the hell is this place!"

Peng Shui's eyes were red and bloodshot, and he lowered his head and muttered to himself.

Qin Cheng shook his head. He still had a goal, and Peng Shui really had no way to go.

Soon, the sky lit up again and a new day arrived.

Qin Cheng also carved the divine pattern again.

It took him six hours the first time and four hours the second time.

This time it takes up to two hours.

However, he suddenly discovered that one of the original seven pillars in the thatched house quietly turned into a ball of smoke and disappeared without a trace.

"Will the pillar disappear?" Qin Cheng felt a bad feeling in his heart.

At noon, the male and female monks arrived as scheduled.

What left Qin Cheng speechless was that the woman actually held several fairy grasses in her hands.

Moreover, looking at the aura above and the delicate leaves, it was obvious that they had just been picked.

"Junior brother, it is not easy to condense the soul. This fairy grass should be of some use to you." The woman smiled.

"How about it? One day has passed. What problems have you encountered in condensing the divine patterns?"

"There is no problem for the time being, but I would like to know why this pillar disappeared?" Qin Cheng asked.

"Oh, you said this. I forgot to mention it yesterday. One of these pillars will disappear every day until all of them disappear after seven days." The man said in a casual tone.

"What if this thatched house has no pillars?"

"It will collapse, and the surrounding light curtain will dissipate. By the way, you saw those guys outside last night. When it collapses, they will come in. In fact, these little guys are quite cute." The woman continued.

Qin Cheng's forehead turned black.

Such big red eyes are still a kid's.

This kind of thing has nothing to do with cuteness.

And doesn't it mean that if you can't carve this divine pattern within seven days, your life will be hard to save?

"You are the heirs of the formation demon, right?" At this moment, Peng Shui suddenly said with red eyes.

The two were slightly stunned.

"That's right, but fellow Taoist actually knows about the array demons, and it seems he also knows something about us." The man said with a smile.

"I want to know, can I learn the inheritance in the statue?" Peng Shui continued to ask.

"Of course you can, but you are not the one chosen by Master, and you are bound to fail if you learn." The man did not object.

"Qin Cheng, do you want to know what the Array Demon is?"

When the two left again, Peng Shui spoke in a hoarse voice.

"We're done. We've narrowly escaped death. I'm afraid my life will depend on this." Peng Shui said with a sad smile.

Qin Cheng was silent and looked at the other party.

"The Array Demon is an ancient master of formations. His divine patterns are extremely exquisite. By relying on the formations, he has entered the Mahayana realm and is unparalleled in the world. And he has trained nine disciples, each of whom is rare.

The formation genius."

"At that time, both demons and immortals in the ancient continent were willing to call him the god of formations, but he refused to accept it. He only called himself a devil, the devil of formations. Others never understood the reason, until he died later, and his

It was only by chance that the apprentice revealed the truth."
Chapter completed!