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Even if this formation was really created by the swordsman in ancient times, time is the biggest enemy after all.

After so many years, the world has changed. Even the formations that were once enough to kill most people are now somewhat incomplete after all.

As a disciple in the Taoist sect who was trained as the next Heavenly Master, although Song Bingxu did not study formations, he had some contact with them.

The essence of the formation is actually to use energy to form an operation route that can conform to these rules through some rules between heaven and earth.

In other words, learning the formation itself is learning these special rules.

Therefore, as the top disciple of the Taoist sect, his understanding of formations cannot be said to be extremely deep, but he is more or less aware of the principles of some formations.

Although he couldn't break the big formation in front of him, as the formation fluctuated, he could also sense that there were some problems with the formation.

After all, it was something left over many years ago. With the changes in the landscape over the years, coupled with the current dissipation of cultivation factors, although Song Bingxu could not break the formation, he could still protect them.

This is why Wen Wanwan asked Song Bingxu to be the last line of defense to prevent unexpected situations.

In the big formation, their understanding of this thing was far less than that of Song Bingxu.

Let him preserve a certain amount of strength and prevent possible changes in the formation is the most correct choice.

In the Eighth Palace, the two gates of life and death flew out first, turning into a great wheel of life and death to continuously destroy the flying swords falling from the sky.

"Retreat slowly!"

Wen Wanwan glanced at Song Bingxu, and after confirming that he was fine, he quickly issued the order.

Now they were not far from their final goal. As long as they reached the tomb, everything would be safe.

Although Wen Wanwan doesn't understand formations, she understands people's hearts.

No matter who designed this formation, the ultimate purpose is to protect the tomb.

According to the traditional Chinese concept of laying to rest, no matter how large the scope of the formation design is, the tomb will not be included in it.

Several people, under the protection of Song Bingxu's Eighth Palace, kept rushing towards the location of the tomb.

Although the speed is much slower than before, everyone's mentality is inevitably much more relaxed at this time.

Known dangers are always much more relaxing than unknown dangers. At least for them, the formation has changed. As long as they can survive the last journey, it means they are safe.

After arriving at the tomb, the rest of the things will be much simpler.

Whether you go back directly through this forest area, or go back the same way and go through formal channels with an official identity, it is not a difficult thing.

Most formations are like a single program that is set up. This formation can defend against people coming in from the outside.

But he will never care about what comes out of it. After all, the formation only conforms to the rules and does not create the rules himself.

As several people continued to advance, even Song Bingxu, who had been resisting the formation, breathed a sigh of relief.

After advancing for more than an hour, Song Bingxu squinted his eyes and glanced at the somewhat weak formation, and turned to look at Wen Wanwan.

"We can speed it up a bit. The damage to the nodes of this formation is more serious than imagined. I probably understand what's going on with this thing."

It has to be said that the person who designed this formation is indeed very smart, and can even be called a genius.

According to common sense, a formation should have been damaged due to lack of strength or other desires in so many years of world changes.

But the person who designed this formation may have thought of this a long time ago, so he designed a small formation that can store power at every node in the formation. When needed, these nodes will release the stored power and use it in conjunction with the entire formation.

If the cultivation factors had not escaped, or if the cultivation environment had not changed so much, the power stored in these nodes alone would be far beyond what they could get through.

It can even be said that even if the Heavenly Master comes, he will have to be injured before he can get out of this formation.

Remember, this is just walking out. If you really break the formation, you will definitely have to go through life and death.

But now, just the miasma that maintains the entire formation is about to consume all the power stored in those nodes, let alone maintaining the operation of a killing formation.

It was precisely because he noticed that the power of the formation was constantly weakening that Song Bingxu could say the words to speed up.

According to his estimation, after their consumption this time, this formation will only last another year or two before it completely collapses.

The formation was troublesome to set up and extremely difficult to maintain.

In the previous environment, it was better, but in today's cultivation environment, it is almost difficult for such a large formation to appear again.

Even the group of people in Taoism who specialize in studying formations are now moving in the direction of how to make formations less dependent on the environment.

When Wen Wanwan heard the words "speed up", his mental power surged more frequently.

"Can you still hold on?"

"I'm OK!"

"not bad!"

"Row!"

Although everyone was extremely exhausted at this time, there was still no problem in surviving this last stretch.

Seeing that these people could persevere, Wen Wanwan, who led the way, sped up and ran forward.

Another phantom god soon flew out of Song Bingxu's Eighth Palace and blessed several people, helping them reduce consumption and prevent unexpected situations.

The time came to 03:30 in the morning unknowingly. Several people rushed out of the last area shrouded in miasma and came to a place entirely made of marble.

Looking around, one by one the hand-cut stone slabs are cut into half to form a pavilion-like building.

In the center of the pavilion is a tombstone filled with small seal characters.

But at this time, no one had the intention to see what was written on it. They all lay on the ground without any image, relieving their physical fatigue.

Wen Wanwan's physical fitness was much better than theirs. After a short rest, he regained some strength.

He picked up a flashlight and sped up to the outside of the pavilion. First he took a look at the introduction on the tombstone.

[In July of the third year of Yonghui, Sui Yuanzi received the royal secret order and came here to get the book of destiny. He was killed by thieves and buried here. 】

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The tombstone tells about the life of the person buried in the tomb, and it also details that this formation was built when his master came to complete his unfinished mission.

As for the Book of Destiny, there was no explanation, but Wen Wanwan discovered some other things. (End of chapter)