After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 20: The Formless Divine Canon
As soon as these words were spoken, the middle-aged man in black robe suddenly changed his expression and immediately looked around cautiously.

Finally, he even set his eyes on Li Musheng who was not far away.

"Why are you looking at me? Look over there!"

Li Musheng pointed, signaling the other party to look into the valley.

At this moment, Meng Shan and Yuan Mei, who had seen the masked woman seriously injured and surrounded, were about to take the opportunity to escape, suddenly felt dizzy.

The next moment, the two men fell straight to the ground.

The poor scholar who had been following them and protected by them all the way slowly stood up straight.

"Senior Sister was so obsessed with mastering the 'Blood-Shaped Poison Claw Technique' that she ultimately became careless."

The poor scholar shook his head. The dull and humble look on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by coldness, indifference and extreme self-confidence.

"Good Junior Brother, stop talking nonsense and act now. If you don't, I'm afraid these villains will beat me to death!"

The masked woman took a punch from the old man, and the dark blue poisonous gas surrounding her body was almost completely blown away, and she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I was wrong. It turns out that this vicious woman killed so many people in my alliance just for a scholar like you."

The middle-aged man in black robe narrowed his eyes, but as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly attacked without any warning.

The Thousand Leaves Wind-Destroying Palm was quietly performed, and the true energy in the body was like wind and leaves intertwined, instantly condensing into a two-foot palm print, wrapped in the power of wind and thunder, and attacked the masked woman directly.

It was obvious that he planned to deal with the masked woman with poisonous skills first, and then deal with the scholar.

After all, the scholar's strength is unknown. If the two of them join forces, the subsequent situation may be difficult to control.

"Senior Sister, be careful. If you can block this attack and survive, you will be safe!"

The scholar suddenly spoke with a smile, while the masked woman's face turned ashen.

The punch she had just blocked from the old man had already made her even more injured, and with the palm strike from the middle-aged man in black robe, she was probably going to lose half her life.

"You're really amazing! From now on, Senior Sister won't be able to protect you anymore. You'll have to take care of yourself!"

The masked woman gritted her teeth and made a sound, while her subordinates mobilized all the remaining true energy in their dantian and condensed it on their claws, trying their best to resist the two-foot palm print that could split mountains and rocks.

At the same time, the middle-aged man in black robe and the other two old men seemed to have noticed something, and their expressions changed drastically.

They suddenly discovered that their bodies had become extremely stiff without them knowing why.

The flow of true Qi in the Dantian meridians in the body also became extremely stagnant, and the bones and muscles of the limbs seemed to be subject to a powerful resistance in the dark, making it difficult for them to move according to their wishes.

"How is this going?!"

The middle-aged man in black robe had a look of fear in his eyes. He was sure that he was not poisoned, but he couldn't understand what was wrong with him at this moment?
For a moment, he and the other two old men all looked at the poor scholar who had not made a move from beginning to end.

Facing the gazes of the three people, a sneer appeared on the scholar's thin and yellow face.

Then, he opened his five fingers and grabbed suddenly, and a trace of true energy condensed and dispersed from his fingers.

The middle-aged man in black robe and the two old men suddenly opened their eyes wide, and saw transparent silk threads appearing from the air, densely connecting their bodies and the scholar's fingers.

The scholar simply hooked his little finger, and an old man's arms rose up uncontrollably.

The next moment, the old man raised his fists and smashed them on his head.

Although the old man tried his best to circulate the martial arts energy in his body, trying to break the dense threads connecting him, he was simply unable to do it!
It was because at this moment the martial arts true energy in his body was also controlled by those silk threads, and the martial arts true energy that he had obtained by breathing in and out day and night seemed to no longer belong to him.

"It's actually the Formless Puppet Technique."

Cang Yinyue, who was outside the valley, saw this scene and exclaimed in surprise.

Seeing Li Musheng's gaze on her side, she explained softly:
"The Formless Puppetry Technique originates from the 'Formless Divine Canon,' which was the highest martial arts secret code of a sect called the 'Myriad Forms Demon Sect' hundreds of years ago."

"However, the Wanxiang Demon Sect was already destroyed hundreds of years ago. In recent years, some remnants of its legacy have occasionally appeared in the martial arts world, but they haven't caused much trouble."

"The power of the Formless Puppet Technique lies in its ability to condense Qi into colorless and formless threads, silently invading the opponent's body and Qi, and being extremely difficult to detect. Once controlled, life and death are also controlled."

As he spoke, Cang Yinyue turned his head and looked into the valley.

At this time, the middle-aged man in black robe and the two old men began to hurt themselves uncontrollably under the control of the scholar.

Although the three of them were all master-level martial arts masters, and because they planned to launch a sneak attack on the masked woman, they not only did not suffer any injuries, but also did not consume much strength.

But even so, once controlled by the Wuxiang Puppet Technique, one cannot control oneself and cannot break free.

Even if they were in their prime, the result would be the same, and they wouldn't even be able to commit suicide.

"Your Kung Fu is truly amazing, Junior Brother. It's a pity that I don't have enough talent, otherwise Master wouldn't have only taught me the poison Kung Fu."

The masked woman dragged her seriously injured body to the scholar's side.

The scholar's fingertips moved, controlling the middle-aged man in black robe to slap the other old man in the face, causing half of his face to collapse and become bloody.

The other old man punched the middle-aged man in black robe on the shoulder, deforming his entire shoulder blade and leaving a bloody pit.

"Don't say that Junior Brother didn't avenge you. Are you satisfied with this?"

The scholar turned his head to look at the masked woman with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

The masked woman stared at the three people with a cold gaze, and tore off her veil, revealing the hideous blue-black scars on her face.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said:

"If Junior Brother can give them to me to practice the Blood-Shaped Poison Claw Technique, I will be even more satisfied!"

Hearing this, the scholar shook his head:
"Don't worry, wait until I capture those two people over there. These people are yours, Senior Sister!"

As he spoke, the scholar tilted his head, with a faint smile on his lips, and looked straight at Li Musheng and Cang Yinyue.

"not good!"

Cang Yinyue's expression changed drastically. She was about to retreat with Li Musheng, but she found that the movements of her hands suddenly became stiff.

As soon as she thought about it, a dark shadow was about to emerge from her body, and at the same time it extended to touch the soft knife at her waist.

But halfway through, the shadow suddenly stopped and dissipated, and Cang Yinyue's eyes suddenly darkened:
"I was careless. This turned out to be the complete formless puppet technique."

She knew something about this formless puppet technique. What had been circulated in the martial arts world for hundreds of years were only fragments. The person who performed this technique could control the puppet at a distance of no more than ten feet.

But the distance at which the scholar in front of him used the formless puppet skill was obviously far more than ten feet.

(End of this chapter)