Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 114 Flying snow covers eyes and feels chilled

The formation flag in Wu Meng's hand was buzzing and trembling, emitting bursts of earth-yellow spiritual light.

The mountains and ravines on the flag light up, turning thousands of times, like layers of mysterious locks!

His expression changed, and he quickly put his consciousness into the storage bag. The other two sets of formation flags were also trembling at the same frequency, as if they were about to come out of the bag.

At this moment, he still didn't understand that someone was looking for this flag and came to his door!

Wu Meng's mind tightened and he threw the formation flag into the wind without thinking, while his figure became dim.

At this time, the cold wind was howling from all sides, and the snowflakes were so heavy that they could not even be described as 'goose feathers'.

The whole world was completely white, and I couldn't even see through it.

The formation flag was raised into the wind and should have been blown away instantly. However, the three main flags were firmly fixed in the air as if they had been cast a holding spell.

The violent wind and snow could not blow within three feet of it!

Whoa!

The flag is flying.

Three bright yellow ripples appeared out of thin air and spread from the main flag.

Although it is a phantom, it has almost condensed into substance. Its shape is like a writhing earth dragon, and its sound is dull. When it expands, there is even a sound of disintegration like a mountain and a rock!

On the edge of the ripples, Wu Meng's dim figure regained its brightness.

His face looked a little ugly. When he looked down, he saw that the mountains and ravines on the flag had turned into phantoms and appeared under his feet.

It looks like you are stepping on a large map of mountains and rivers, so majestic.

But only he knew in his heart that this thing was like two boulders locked on his feet, making every step he took extremely heavy.

Not only that, if you take one more step, the mountains under your feet will intersect and change, and you will be locked in another layer!

The more steps you take, the slower your movements become.

The stacked rock thousand lock array.

At this moment, he finally understood what Qiansuo meant!

Wu Meng stood awkwardly in the formation, unable to move or stop for a moment.

In just a split second, before he even had time to think, there was a loud scream in the wind and snow.

"Senior Brother Qian, don't be anxious."

A clear voice sounded from the snow, and one could hear the relaxed and happy mood of the speaker.

"The person is locked, three formations are superimposed, and there is no way to escape!"

"What's going on?!" Senior Brother Qian's somewhat surprised voice sounded from a completely different direction.

The monk surnamed Wei said calmly: "It turns out that the master had a back-up plan a long time ago. He thought that our incompetent disciples were going to lose the formation flag..."

"The real purpose of this general formula is coordination and combined force! It clearly shows its power when the formation flag falls into the hands of the thief!"

"Seize a few sets of flags, and win a few formations!"

This is said with dignity.

Rather than telling it to the monk surnamed Qian, it is more like a show off in front of the prey.

The monk surnamed Wei chuckled: "Do you think so? Wu Meng."

Wu Meng lowered his head, as if observing the formation patterns, and ignored the provocation in his ears.

However, just before, there was a 'buzz' in his mind, and he suddenly realized.

Why are you being plotted against?

He thought deeper than the monk surnamed Wei.

The head of Qianjin Mountain generously awarded three sets of formation flags, which is really a scheming move!

If he is not strong enough and is easily strangled under the control of the monk surnamed Wei, then he will be fine.

Once something goes wrong and the siege fails, with his powerful spiritual consciousness and facing a group of disciples who are in the early stage of Qi training, it is a high probability that he will seize the formation flag by force.

At this time, the power of monk Wei's general tactics will show.

Even in the most incredible situation, that is, he killed a group of Qianjin Mountain monks.

After he captures the formation flag, the leader can rush there quickly, look for the formation flag, and personally nip this potential future danger in the bud!

The whole process is one step after another.

There are only three sets of formation flags, but they form four sets of effective plans for four situations: excellent, good, medium, and poor.

After thinking about this, Wu Meng felt a chill on his back and his hair was numb.

The reason why he is in such a difficult situation right now is precisely because he is too strong!

He grabbed three sets of formation flags at once and was restricted to the most exaggerated degree.

Of course, the two disciples of Ganjin Mountain have never understood the profound meaning.

The monk surnamed Wei just stopped talking. He was probably convinced of Wu Meng's situation, but the old man's voice became "cheerful".

"You little thief, kill me as a Jinshan monk. He has repeatedly ruined my life. How does it feel to fall into this formation today??"

"On that day when I beheaded your sectmate, I advised him to wait on the road to hell. Today I will send you on your way. You and I will be our companions. Don't forget me when you become a ghost!!"

The monk surnamed Qian suddenly said "Wow"!

A sword light pierced through the wind and snow, and suddenly arrived in front of Wu Meng.

It's said to be sword light, but it's more like lightning.

The snowflakes all over the sky seemed to be stagnant and solidified under this sword, and then they were crushed into powder again.

"Got you!"

Wu Meng happened to raise his head to face Feijian.

In his eyes, face, neck, and all the exposed skin, it was as if a light had been shined on, with shadows of mayflies rushing around.

The sword is naked.

But it only penetrated the phantom and shattered the flying snow.

"Can you hide from this?!!"

The strange cry of the monk surnamed Qian sounded in the snow.

At the same time, there was a strong fragrance of flowers, and the shadows of fragrant grass and trees appeared in the void despite the flying snow.

Six snow lotuses in a row bloomed ten feet east of Wu Mengnan.

The world stood still for a moment.

Wu Meng's figure fell out of the formation, and the mountains and rivers map under his feet were layered with shadows, dragging him unable to move even an inch.

"Senior Brother Qian!! Are you dead?!!"

The shocked voice of the monk surnamed Wei rang out, his voice trembling a little.

"Pooh!!"

"My surname is Wei, it's a good thing that I didn't believe your lies and deliberately misplaced the flying sword, otherwise the boat would have capsized in the gutter today!"

He said this, but did not wait for a reply.

Vaguely.

There seemed to be a 'pop' sound, extremely weak and fleeting.

"The surname is Wei? Junior Brother Wei?!"

"You...don't make fun of me..."

"Brother! Save me!!"

A bubbling sound accompanied by 'Gulu' suddenly sounded. The sound was short and funny, like a fish blowing bubbles.

However, when it fell in the ears of monk surnamed Qian, it was no less than a thunderclap in his mind!

He reacted suddenly.

Those two three-flowered puppet techniques before, what kind of killing moves were they? !

It was clearly a provocative method to lure the two of them into revealing their presence.

Junior Brother Wei thought he was dead. In panic, he showed a flaw and was caught by the opponent.

The mantis stalks the cicada while the oriole follows behind!

What a ruthless calculation! !

What a strong courage! !

However, what made his liver and gallbladder tremble the most, from head to toe, was that after two three-flower puppetry techniques, the opponent actually had a killing move?

Can he beat Junior Brother Wei in an instant and make him panic and call for help?

That grunting voice was clearly the activated savior of the life-saving magic weapon.

"Senior Brother Qian!!"

Another short voice sounded.

The monk surnamed Qian felt that his soul had solidified, and extreme fear burst out from the bottom of his heart.

"Stop shouting...Stop shouting..."

He murmured silently and shouted with all his courage: "Junior brother Wei, hold on, senior brother is here to save you!!"

After saying this, he mustered up all his spiritual power and turned around and plunged into the wind and snow.

(End of this chapter)