At the beginning, I cleaned the Sutra Library and completed the incomplete skills.

This milky white jade slip looked very familiar.

It was the same one that Zhang Jingyuan had thrown out before his death not long ago.

The female nun cultivator's face was full of joy and excitement.

She remembered that the other party had said that in addition to the Demon Sect's conspiracy, this jade slip also contained the lifelong learning of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

This was a great temptation for her.

That kid was only focused on activating the great formation to escape, but he forgot about this thing.

Well, with this thing, this trip won't be a waste.

The female nun cultivator was secretly pleased.

Immediately, she couldn't wait to open the jade slip, wanting to see what the lifelong learning of a Foundation Establishment cultivator consisted of.

"Wait!"

The male monk cultivator keenly noticed something was wrong.

That Zhang Jingyuan was insidious and ruthless, and extremely cunning, even trying to destroy the fake magic weapon before his death.

He didn't seem like the kind of person who would kindly leave behind such an opportunity.

There must be something strange about this.

But his attempt to stop her came too late.

After all.

No matter how fast his mouth was, it couldn't be faster than the female nun cultivator's hand.

The milky white jade slip opened, and inside, there weren't densely packed spells as she had imagined.

It was very clean, with only a yellow-brown talisman pasted in the center.

At this moment.

Perhaps triggered by some hidden mechanism, the talisman suddenly emitted an unusually strong suction force.

This suction force was far more intense than the one coming from the great formation under their feet.

The surrounding spiritual energy within a dozen feet seemed to be stirred up.

The female nun cultivator didn't understand what was happening and stood there dumbfounded.

The male monk cultivator's face was filled with horror, and his expression changed drastically.

"Not good! It's the Qinghao Burning Sky Talisman made from Spirit-Attracting Artemisia!"

"Throw it away quickly…"

Before he could finish speaking.

The spiritual energy gathered by the talisman seemed to have reached its limit.

The yellow-brown talisman paper began to falter.

The spiritual energy within became violent and chaotic.

Finally, it erupted.

The female nun cultivator only felt a flash of intense light, and then she knew nothing.

A dazzling light, like a newly born blazing sun, rose from the jade slip.

The light spread wildly in all directions with an irresistible force.

The female nun cultivator, who was closest, didn't have time to react and was completely submerged by this destructive force.

The cold iron chains were as fragile as spider silk in the face of this light.

They were instantly torn to shreds.

Next was the male monk cultivator.

He was a little further away and reacted quickly.

But that didn't help.

In such a short time, he had used all his trump cards.

But whether it was a solid magic weapon or a powerful protective spiritual shield.

In the face of this overwhelming power, they were like paper, instantly turning into nothingness.

In the moment before his death.

The male monk cultivator was already in despair.

His eyes were full of unwillingness and regret.

He had carefully navigated the world of cultivation for hundreds of years, and finally obtained this opportunity to live another life.

He was about to grasp that new hope, and the future was full of infinite possibilities.

How could he be willing to capsize in a small gutter on a small Foundation Establishment cultivator?

He regretted that he should not have been tempted by the greed for cultivation resources and approached this stupid junior.

But now it was too late to say anything.

That destructive force swallowed the male monk cultivator's dreams and body together.

In the blink of an eye, it evaporated completely.

The power of destruction continued to expand.

A roughly structured, small wooden puppet hidden deep within the chains was not spared either.

Everything within a dozen feet was ravaged by this destructive force.

Even Li Lan, who had escaped dozens of miles away, could vaguely see the soaring firelight of the explosion in the sky.

Through the five senses of the spirit bean soldier, he witnessed the entire process of the disaster.

Li Lan sighed with emotion, secretly feeling lucky.

Like the male monk cultivator, he had also seen the strangeness of the jade slip early on.

Therefore, he did not take it into his possession.

Looking at it now.

He was not blinded by greed, and having an extra thought saved his life.

In contrast, the demonic cultivator racked his brains and calculated everything.

But in the end, he still couldn't escape the fate of being dragged down by his companion.

Through this incident.

Li Lan also understood many truths.

In this world of cultivation, those called righteous may not necessarily be good people with kind intentions.

For example, this Human Emperor Hall deacon, Zhang Jingyuan, although he was righteous, he was truly rotten to the core.

He repeatedly tried to lure him out to attract attention so that he could take the opportunity to escape.

His thoughts were extremely insidious.

The destruction brought by the Qinghao Burning Sky Talisman gradually subsided after a long time.

The Earthbound Thousand Machine Diagram formation had been completely destroyed.

Countless broken chains and a mess of debris remained in place, seemingly describing what had happened not long ago.

After an unknown amount of time.

Suddenly, several rainbows of light streaked across the sky, following the movement.

In an instant.

Many monks and nuns dressed as cultivators appeared on the scorched earth emitting black smoke.

One of the monks carefully surveyed the area.

Then he said:

"The power of this explosion is not small. Preliminary judgment is that it should be caused by a talisman or magic weapon above the third level."

"It is very likely that it was done by that Human Emperor Hall deacon."

An old nun in her fifties pondered for a moment.

Slowly analyzing:

"That person was seriously injured by me five days ago and fled desperately, and he is almost at the end of his rope."

"This movement should not be caused by a high-grade magic weapon."

"Presumably, this is his last trump card."

"I just don't know if this person is dead or not, and who made the last straw that broke the camel's back."

The Sanbao Temple group scattered and searched for traces.

Soon there was a new discovery.

"Reporting, Martial Uncle, half a formation flag has been found here. Combined with the remaining perennial cold iron chains at the scene, this disciple is certain that a formation was set up here."

"However, this disciple has not yet seen what this specific formation is."

"But judging from the texture of these formation auxiliary materials, the grade of this formation will not be too high."

"That Human Emperor Hall deacon has been hunted down for many days and has reached the end of his rope, and the cultivation resources on his body have long been squeezed dry. It can be seen that this formation was not set up by him."

"This disciple believes that we can start from this aspect to find out who fought with that deacon."

The old nun in her fifties nodded.

Asked:

"In my Sanbao Temple, are there any disciples who are proficient in this chain formation?"

"Reporting, Martial Uncle, on the surface, there are none."

The old nun in her fifties pondered for a moment, and then ordered:

"You and others disperse, taking this place as the center, and search for suspicious cultivators within a hundred miles along the way."

"Regardless of whether that deacon died here in the end, we must not be careless."

"If you encounter a cultivator suspected of setting up the formation, whether they are fellow members of the Demonic Path or not, kill them all."

"That Human Emperor Hall deacon's jade token and fake magic weapon are very important."

"It is really too regrettable to fall into the hands of others."

A group of Sanbao Temple disciples present took orders.

Just as they were about to leave.

A disciple made a new discovery.

"Reporting, Martial Uncle, this was also found under the ruins here, please take a look."

The old nun in her fifties took it and looked at it.

It was found that this was half a piece of charred wood, the texture was polished smooth, and it seemed to be a decoration.

Upon closer inspection, it can be found.

There seemed to be handwriting engraved on the front.

However, this object was affected by the aftermath of the Qinghao Burning Sky Talisman, and most of it has been destroyed.

It is no longer possible to see what was engraved on it.

"Martial Uncle, according to this disciple's speculation, this should be an identity token."

"But it doesn't look like the token of my Sanbao Temple."

While speaking.

He took out a green wood token from the storage bag.