The scene at the moment was ridiculous, and Shen Zhu wished he could take out a booklet and take a note of it.
Taiheng Yu Zikuan hangs out with the leader of the Ling Sect? If word spreads, it will probably make people in the world lose their temper.
Taiheng and Lingjiao were at odds with each other, and Yu Zikuan was among those who were particularly jealous of evil. It's not that Yu Daxia is so righteous, most of his hatred comes from pure blood feud - Yu Daxia has an only son, and at a young age, he was stripped of the Tianling Cap by the mausoleum sect Lu Fengxi and used to make pestle and stick materials. His first wife desperately protected her son and was also killed together.
His wife and son died in tragic circumstances, and Yu Zikuan vowed to eradicate the Ling sect from then on.
It's just that he was full of revenge, Duan was really cruel, and broke Taiheng's rules. Over time, Taiheng had no choice but to take away his position as elder and send him to do less bright work.
The metaphor is as wide and sweet as sweet rice.
His last mission was to go to Zongwu Mountain and assassinate the newly appointed leader Yan Zheng. However, a few months later, Yan Zheng was safe and sound, and even Lu Fenxi was unscathed. Only Yu Zikuan had no news at all. Taiheng once asked Yueshui Pavilion to help find the person. After several years of searching for Yu Zikuan, there was still no news about the person.
Taiheng had no choice but to judge that a generation of high-ranking officials was dead and remove him from the list.
Unexpectedly, this man is not only still alive, but also living in an incredible way. But since a large formation was set up against the Ling Sect, Yu Zikuan's head was at least fine.
Shen Zhu thought habitually, and finally resisted the urge to touch the pen. When she calmed down, a strong sense of something wrong rushed into her mind - Yu Zikuan was still alive and okay. Yu Zikuan wanted to destroy the Ling Sect with a battle formation, no problem. Yu Zikuan and Yan Zheng... Why is Yan Zheng here? !
Leader Yan was alone in front of Yu Zikuan, and he looked like he had been beaten.
Shen Zhu turned his head stiffly, and Master Shi had a polite and polite look on his face, as if he was really innocent.
...She can understand the level of avoiding the fog pill. The pair of beastly masters and disciples of the Dry Mountain Sect were really good enough, so there was nothing wrong with them doing what Yan Zheng did to him. But even Yan Zheng himself stole it, which was beyond her imagination.
In other words, the tickets tied to the Lingjiao were tied. This kind of behavior would be enough to officially report to the official if it was considered a well-known and upright person.
The air seemed to be frozen, and the scene became quiet for a moment.
"Master Yan told me your plan on the road." Shi Jingzhi broke the silence. He turned his back on me in a noble manner, and his tone was calm and gentle.
Shen Zhu glanced at Yan Zheng, who was breathing unsteadily, and suspected that Leader Yan was worried when he saw that the magic circle was not activated on time. Then he encountered the Kushan sect, who punched Jianchen Temple and kicked the Mishan sect. They couldn't escape, so they had to tell the truth.
She almost began to pity him.
"Master Yan gathered the big shots of the Ling Sect together, and you attacked Zhulou with a large battle array. If my people hadn't happened to bump into you, Master Yu, the array would have been activated."
Shi Jingzhi continued.
"The big sects can use magical weapons to drive away the fog, but the small sects can only think of ways to avoid the fog. You are worried about innocent people sneaking into Zhulou, why don't you use arrows to drive people away?"
Yu Zikuan put his neck against the Hanging Shadow Sword, but said calmly: "Yes, I remember you, boy... Since you are not a member of the Ling Cult, why not let us go and let me continue to do my thing. There is no Ling Cult. Interference, it’s easy for you to find things, isn’t it?”
He seemed to be more concerned about the fact that the magic circle was not activated than that he and Yan Zheng were exposed.
"Just now, Na Nizi was talking eloquently, and I went around her. Now that I think about it, the magic circle is not something made out of nothing. How can the magic that can be activated by a mere 100 kilograms of demon corpses cover half of the Zongwu Mountain... Hey, what's the impact of this battle? Now you can tell me for sure."
Upon hearing "covering half of the Zongwu Mountain", the three newcomers were stunned for a moment and looked at Shen Zhu in unison.
The battle formation covers half of Zongwu Mountain
Yin Ci lowered his head and looked at the magic circle on the ground. From this angle, he could only see a corner of the circle. This formation was unusual, several times more complex than ordinary battle formations, and he would not be able to understand its structure for a while. But just looking at the size of the formation, it’s sheer nonsense to say it works on half of Zongwu Mountain—
How big of a pot goes with what big of a lid. As Yu Zikuan said, formations cannot be created out of nothing. Shi Jingzhi was able to form a formation quickly to deal with the secret code because there were mountains of monster corpses nearby, and the secret code itself was not big. In the final analysis, it was the right time and the right place.
Shen Zhu doesn't have a reserved temperament, so he might have exaggerated a bit just to show off his bluff.
However, Shen Zhu did not take it easy like before and jump out to smooth things over. She put away the relief on her face, walked up to Yu Zikuan, and slowly squatted down.
"Master Yu, there is indeed an abnormal formation that 'comes out of nothing'."
Her eyes met Yu Zikuan's eyes, and her tone was uncomfortable and stiff. The relaxed expression just now was like fine dew, and it dried up as soon as the night breeze blew. When saying this, Shen Zhu specifically raised his voice, obviously not speaking to Yu Zikuan alone.
The formation shimmered quietly under everyone's feet, like breathing. The night was very dark, and with the demonic mist spreading everywhere, the group seemed to be wrapped in a huge cocoon, with no way out in all directions.
"The formation needs to be drawn on the ground, but it must be precise and correct. When it is activated, the strokes must not be damaged. Even if you are not a member of the Mishan Sect, you should know this." She moved her injured shoulder and glanced over it. Everyone from the Dry Mountain Sect. "Look, if my judgment is correct..."
She stretched out a hand and poked the formation lines on the ground. The lines were made of gelatin mixed with blood, lying half-congealed on the ground. Shen Zhu lowered his hand sharply, ruthlessly turning over the stiff soil, breaking the clods into pieces. Mud and glue were mixed together, and the lines of the formation were completely broken.
If this were an ordinary formation, there would definitely be problems with this array. More seriously, the entire formation will be ruined.
… That’s how it should be.
But the glue seems to have life. They emerge from the broken soil, slowly gather their original lines, and then gently stick to the uneven potholes. But with each breath, the magic circle returned to its original state and began to flicker slightly again.
Like a mark carved into the earth.
Yu Zikuan's rock-steady aura finally dissipated, and he raised his eyebrows at the magic circle, looking a little ugly.
Yin Ci on the side moved the sword in his hand and looked away.
In hundreds of years, he had never seen such a weird formation. Yin Ci suddenly felt that he was looking for death all the way, and maybe he was looking in the wrong direction - if he had followed Shi Jingzhi's example and looked for a way to survive, he might have found something that could have killed him long ago.
"This formation is not an ordinary battle formation, it is the 'Inviting God Formation' of the Yinxian Society. To this day, I don't know the source of its power, but regarding its scope of action, half of Zongwu Mountain is even a conservative estimate."
Shen Zhu frowned and wiped the wet mud from his fingertips.
"The Inviting God Formation was not created by the Mishan Sect. It was only circulated among the senior officials of the Yinxian Association and should not fall into the hands of unrelated people. Once this thing is built, destroying the formation will be more troublesome than setting it up. Master Yu, where did you start from? Where did you get it?"
Shi Jingzhi also took two steps forward: "Senior Yu, now that we are in an advantageous situation, my friend will not be alarmist. This matter is very involved, so please help us clear up our confusion."
Looking at Shi Jingzhi's increasingly serious expression, Yin Ci sighed inwardly.
Why the civil strife in the Ling Sect started, and whether Zhu Tower would be blown up by the battle array, had nothing to do with the purpose of the Kushan Sect. After getting the Mist-avoiding Pill from Yan Zheng, they can safely find the Tomb of Kongshi and leave the place of right and wrong as soon as possible. When Shi Jingzhi kidnapped Yan Zheng, whether he wanted to get information or add fuel to the chaos in the Ling sect, Yin Ci didn't care much.
If Yan Zheng is honest, he will be kept; if he is not, he will be killed. No matter what, the Ling Sect will not be able to survive in the future. Yu Zikuan's magic circle didn't even matter. They should have just passed by this mess.
... Now it seems that the conspiracy vortex in Zongwu Mountain is much more troublesome than they expected.
This night, it was not just the Kushan sect that could not sleep peacefully.
Even though it's spring, it's still cool at night. In the dead of night, only the shrine in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion still had lights burning. Chi Gou taught the spies to sneak up to the shrine and stuffed a resting pill into his mouth.
After receiving Wu Xue Po's order, the spies were transferred from the palace to the Imperial Prefect's Palace for some time. Looking at the day's itinerary alone, Jiang Youyue can be called a well-deserved good man - even if the Imperial Master's lineage is hated by the Holy One, he still sincerely advises. When he has nothing to do, he practices water conservancy and farming. He never goes to banquets and has fun, and there is no suspicion of forming a clique for personal gain. Jiang Youyue treated his servants well. He was very approachable, but he didn't feel sorry for anyone.
If it weren't for the serious wording of the instructions above, the spies would have almost thought that this was a retirement place arranged by the Chigou Cult.
It's a pity that Wu Xuepo did not make any mistakes in judging people.
Mr. Jiang is good at everything, but the only unusual thing about him is that he often goes to the shrine in the middle of the night. The imperial masters of the past dynasties would go to the temple to meditate from time to time. Strictly speaking, this matter is not suspicious. But as time went on, the spies found some clues -
There is a secret passage hidden behind that small shrine. The entrance to the secret passage is very secret, close to the shrine. If Chigoujiao hadn't been well versed in the affairs of tunnel agencies, the spies would have been almost concealed.
After getting the news like this, he should withdraw. The spy was a little reluctant to leave the Imperial Prefect's Mansion.
He sighed silently, took the magic weapon to hide himself, and followed Jiang Youyue quietly. The Imperial Master didn't seem to notice. He carefully turned the mechanism, stepped down the long stone steps, and walked deep underground.
There was a strange smell of vegetation in the air, and the spy wrinkled his nose and managed to hold back a sneeze.
There is an empty lobby at the end of the stone steps, with extremely complex magic circles carved on the ground. In the middle of the circle were piles of bloody demon corpses, and around them were twelve men in black kneeling neatly wearing masks to worship the sky. The magic circle shone with a dim light, but the men in black all had their foreheads touching the ground and remained silent.
"What's going on?" Jiang Youyue said calmly.
"Sir, there is something strange about the God-inviting Formation in Zongwu Mountain." The leader of the man in black raised his head, "After Yu Zikuan completed the formation, we were supposed to recite the congratulations and formally invite the Gods. But our preparations are not complete yet. , someone over there read the congratulations in advance.”
Jiang Youyue glanced at the magic circle in the middle of the hall, and his tone remained calm: "So?"
The man in black was startled: "There may be a traitor in the Immortal Yin Guild. Your Excellency..."
"Even if the other side wants to destroy the formation, can the twelve of you still be no match for a possible 'traitor'?"
Jiang Youyue sighed, his tone was like teaching a young child.
"Since the God-inviting Formation has been successfully completed, it will inevitably be activated. No matter what kind of tactics the opponent uses, it is just a mantis' arm acting as a chariot... As for the suspicious person, we will find out after the God-inviting Formation is completed and we will check the survivors in Zongwu Mountain."
"My subordinate understands."
Jiang Youyue looked at the magic circle on the ground again: "I forgive you for remote control, which will cause great losses. I will grant you a six-hour grace period. No one will be left alive in Zongwu Mountain before sunset tomorrow."
The spies almost went astray, and the Chigou Sect still had a large group of people staying in Zongwu Mountain. He needs to go out quickly to report...
Before he could finish his thoughts, the spy's neck was strangled by something. The next moment, he found himself falling into the formation, mixed in with the smelly demon corpses.
"In the final analysis, variables are everywhere, so you don't have to be so nervous. Master often says that there is no absolutely perfect plan."
Jiang Youyue looked down at the frightened spies, showing a gentle face. The formation roared, the demon corpse slowly melted, and the surrounding air suddenly became cold.
"... After all, mortals cannot touch the realm of gods. It is enough to correct the shortcomings and correct the evil in time." Jiang Youyue shook his head, looked away, and his tone was a little gentler.
Those were the last words the spies heard in person.