Junior sister, I really need to control you

He waited a moment, and the ground in front of him shook, cracking open a fissure several feet long. Three streams of light, all intertwined in black and white, flew out from the fissure.

The two beams rose straight up into the air and disappeared from sight.

The stream of light in the middle fell into Li Yinsheng's hand and then dissipated, revealing the black triangular flag and the large fleshy worm inside.

At this point, the triangular flag, which was originally three feet tall, had shrunk to three inches tall, less than the size of a palm.

As the trapping formation of the tight energy dissipated, the dark triangular flag was about to sweep away the insects.

A hazy blue light enveloped Li Yinsheng's palm, causing the black triangular flag to tremble and droop down, remaining motionless.

He first picked up the large fleshy worm and put it into his Qiankun bag, and then carefully examined the triangular flag that was suppressed by the power of the Qingxuan True Scripture.

This flag, as a magical artifact of a true immortal, seems to have been refined over a very long time.

Although it has now been controlled by him, severing the connection between the magic weapon and its master and taking it for his own use is not something that can be done in a short time.

If it is directly put into the Qiankun Bag, there is no guarantee that it will not fly out on its own and return to its master's side.

but……

Li Yinsheng flicked his fingers, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of black and white chess pieces locked the triangular flag firmly, rendering it completely immobile. Its precious light completely disappeared, making it seem like just an ordinary flag.

He nodded in satisfaction and put it into his Qiankun bag.

Although he doesn't know how to seal spells, he can at least use formations to some extent.

Keep this stuff safe, and we can prepare it later.

After doing all this, Li Yinsheng raised his head, looked at the northern sky, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The most powerful aura he had ever encountered was rapidly approaching.

The person in question has arrived.

A surge of excitement welled up in Li Yinsheng's heart.

This was his first time facing a real-life opponent, so he couldn't afford to be careless and had to go all out.

Chapter 73 The Power of a True Person (3/5)

Bamboo Forest Peak, summit, the central point of the formation.

Meng Yu finished maintaining the formation for the day and was resting with her eyes closed.

Four disciples dressed in the robes of the Jade Altar Temple stood in front of a crystal pillar as tall as a person.

Each of these crystal pillars is crystal clear and square, with a reflection inside that is exactly the same as the Bamboo Forest Peak.

Runes occasionally appeared on the projection of Bamboo Forest Peak.

"Senior Sister Meng, a demon with over forty years of cultivation has invaded the southeast corner. Should we notify the demon-slaying team?"

A monk standing in front of the crystal pillar asked.

“Notify them,” Meng Yu said, “and also have the nearby patrol teams keep their distance.”

“Yes!” the monk replied.

This is the great formation used by Bamboo Forest Peak to defend against demons.

It can drive away those demons that are too weak, and it can also sense demons with a cultivation level of more than forty years and promptly notify the demon-slaying disciples to eliminate them.

Even the intrusion of extremely powerful demons can serve as a warning, reminding the experts stationed there to prepare in advance.

However, those monsters that are neither too strong nor too weak can resist the expulsion of the formation without being strong enough to be detected, so patrolling disciples need to use compasses to investigate them.

These crystal pillars are one of the keys to monitoring the entire mountain through the array. Only disciples of the Jade Altar Temple know how to discern information by sensing the array patterns and fluctuations within them.

"Senior sister! Senior sister! North...northwest...there's...there's..."

A female cultivator from the Jade Altar Temple stammered.

"A powerful demon is approaching?" Meng Yu remained with his eyes closed, resting. "Don't panic. Check how many years of cultivation it has, then notify Vice Abbot Liang and the experts in charge."

"No, Senior Sister, it doesn't seem to be a demon, but it's not from the righteous path either, and its cultivation level is extremely high..."

The female cultivator trembled all over and stammered, as if she might burst into tears at any moment.

"Whatever it is, determine the cultivation level first, then notify Vice Abbot Liang. Do I have to teach you that?" Meng Yu said impatiently. "What cultivation level is it exactly?"

"A hundred...a hundred years or more..." the female cultivator said, her voice trembling with tears.

The entire area around the central hub immediately fell silent.

Meng Yu suddenly opened her eyes, her figure flashed, she bumped past the female cultivator next to the crystal pillar, raised her hand and pressed it on the crystal pillar, carefully sensing it.

Three breaths later, Meng Yu suddenly opened her eyes, and all the color drained from her face.

"Quickly! Activate all the defensive spells of the formation, regardless of the cost!"

The cultivators were stunned for a moment, then quickly began to form hand seals, each of them looking as if they wished they had an extra pair of hands.

After giving the order, she immediately took out a communication talisman and shouted, "Vice Abbot Liang, a cultivator of unorthodox methods is heading straight for Bamboo Forest Peak from the north! And he is not concealing his aura at all! His intentions are unclear, but he is very likely to be malicious!"

……

In the council hall atop the mountain, Meng Yu's voice rang out from the communication talisman, echoing endlessly.

Liang Qiwu, who was having tea with Qi Jiushan, suddenly stood up while holding a communication talisman: "Young friend Meng, this is no laughing matter!"

"This is absolutely no joke!"

Liang Qiwu's expression changed several times in a flash, then he looked at Qi Jiushan and shouted almost as if he were yelling, "Junior brother! Quickly get everyone to the summit for refuge! Hurry!"

Qi Jiushan, his face pale, came to his senses, took out his magical artifact, and began to give instructions one by one.

Liang Qiwu hurriedly walked out of the council hall, took out a green talisman from his Qiankun bag, and instead of performing hand seals or chanting incantations, he bit his fingertip and dabbed blood on it.

The emerald green talisman instantly transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the southern horizon in the blink of an eye.

After doing all this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the northern sky.

At this moment, he could not see anything, but the young friend Meng said that a Taoist master from the left was coming from there.

"Perhaps they were just passing by... Damn it, who am I trying to fool? This is already within the territory of the Dharma lineage. These heretical sorcerers have entered the Zhengyang Dharma lineage and are heading straight for us. How could they possibly be just passing by..."

Liang Qiwu muttered to himself, "Ancestor, oh Ancestor, you must come quickly..."

"Even if he comes, I'm not afraid! Hehehe..."

A sinister laugh rang out from above Liang Qiwu's head.

His face was pale, and he suddenly looked up.

A dark cloud, several meters in diameter, had appeared directly above the peak and was spreading out at a visible speed.

Along with the spreading dark clouds came countless piercing buzzing sounds.

The dark clouds spread out, covering an area of ​​two or three miles, vaguely transforming into a giant human face, overlooking the bamboo forest peaks below.

The once sunny Zhulin Peak suddenly turned gloomy, as if shrouded in rain clouds.

Looking down at him from that giant face, Liang Qiwu felt as if his whole body weighed ten thousand pounds, his magical power seemed to stagnate, and his feet sank into the mud up to his ankles.

"This junior, Huangzhu Guanliang Qiwu, pays his respects to the senior. I wonder what guidance you have for me since you've come to visit?" he began with difficulty.

"Hmph, Huangzhu Temple, this time I've really lost."

A piercing sound descended from the sky, like rolling thunder.

"Fellow Daoist who intervened, return my mother insect and magic treasure, and I will leave immediately, promising never to set foot within the Huangzhu Temple grounds again. How about it?"

"Furthermore, if you wish to seek any compensation, we can discuss it. Cultivation is not easy for either of us; if we can avoid armed conflict, wouldn't that be the best outcome?"

Master Chongyun's voice echoed throughout the entire Bamboo Forest Peak. The great formation on the mountain began to tremble from the moment he spoke, and by the time he finished his last sentence, the great formation had been completely destroyed.

Liang Qiwu, who was on the ground, was stunned.

He couldn't understand the words of this unorthodox master at all.

What do you mean he's really done for this time? What did our Huangzhu Temple do that caused him to fall?

Are there any other fellow cultivators willing to take action?

To be called a fellow Daoist by a Daoist master of unorthodox ways, one must also be a master, right?

But he had just sent a distress call to the ancestor. Even if the ancestor arrived with the treasure of the temple, it wouldn't be this fast, would it?

And even if the ancestor really did arrive, why would this Left Path Master say that he had been defeated?

Where exactly did he go wrong?

Is it really true that real people speak in such a mysterious and unfathomable way?

Liang Qiwu's head was about to explode; he didn't know how to answer these questions.

Unlike him, at the Shouyi Temple's residence, Vice Abbot Zhao and two deacons looked at each other in bewilderment.

This is not what they expected.

Different kinds of bewilderment arose in the minds of everyone on Bamboo Forest Peak.

Meng Yu, who was at the center of the formation, turned pale.

She had been using the formation to probe the movements of the approaching True Person and had already had the defensive techniques of the formation activated.

But as it turns out, in front of a true master, detection is inaccurate, and defensive techniques are useless. This great formation itself is nothing but paper in front of a true master.

She couldn't even understand what the real person was saying.

The demon-slaying disciples, who had just received orders to eliminate the intruding monster, dared not move out.

Fortunately, the monsters that were originally supposed to be eliminated by them trembled and lay prostrate on the ground after the giant face appeared.

Halfway up the mountain, Mu Xiaoyu's four-person patrol team also stared at the giant face in the sky, their faces ashen.

"Then...what is that?" Wu Mingke's fingertips trembled.

She was a cultivator, possessing spells that seemed inconceivable to mortals, but looking at the giant face in the sky, she felt no different from a mortal.

"A powerful demon, perhaps?" Lu Kuan guessed.

"Shut up, don't talk nonsense!" the young man from Huangzhu Temple hurriedly scolded, his face ashen. "That is probably... a legendary ancestral master."

Although he thought the giant face didn't seem to belong to the righteous path, how could he dare to presume to guess about a being like a true human?