Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 122 The old devil Sanhua breaks into the battle

Three days later, due to the depletion of spiritual stones, the strength of the formation dropped significantly.

Wu Zun concentrated his attention and carefully moved away from the formation. He thought it was a conspiracy of the other party, but after waiting for half a day, no one appeared.

Unbelieving, he kept guard for three more days, and finally waited for Song Mang's transmission note.

Another half day later, Song Mang rushed to the valley.

Far away in the clouds, Wu Zun saw the old face of this guy, with a smile as bright as a chrysanthemum.

"Are you so happy to see me?"

Wu Zun let out a long sigh, looking tired, but he did not forget to laugh and joke.

"You think too much."

Song Mang laughed loudly: "Want to know who saved you?"

"save?"

Wu Zun dispersed the spiritual power accumulated in his dantian and grinned: "It can't be an old man like you, right?"

Song Mang smiled half-heartedly, not hiding the smug look on his face: "Speaking of which, I really have something to do with you."

Wu Zun raised his eyes and looked at Song Mang. He had never seen such an expression on the other person's face before: "Oh? I'm a little curious. Who is it? Let me tell you."

"It's my incompetent disciple."

"Who... Poof!"

As soon as Wu Zun finished speaking, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Don't get excited!" Song Mang's face changed slightly.

"It doesn't get in the way, it doesn't get in the way... Even if we withdraw from this utilitarian method, we will inevitably damage the foundation."

Wu Zun waved his hands repeatedly, not caring to wipe the blood on his mouth: "Old man, please be more careful! Which disciple is he, and what is his name?"

Song Mang smiled and said: "Don't think that I don't know what kind of medicine you are selling in your gourd. Once you find out the name, you can poach someone later, right?"

"What kind of person am I, Wu Zun?"

"Let's go."

Song Mang changed the subject, not knowing whether to show off or explain: "Qianjinshan fell again a few days ago, and the new generation of leaders who were finally launched are gone again."

"Who killed him?"

"That disciple of mine! It is said that he blocked a lot of people outside the Qianjin Mountain stronghold and killed a lot of people. The two Qianjin Mountain late-stage monks chased him out and were never heard from again."

The two of them were already in the clouds and mist.

Upon hearing this, Wu Zun said happily, "Are you trying to kill me? This kind of temperament is really similar to my own."

As soon as these words were spoken, Song Mang fell into silence.

"Continue talking? What happens next?"

"Then... led the leader of Qianjin Mountain away..."

Wu Zun's eyes widened, and he clapped his palms hard, making a 'pop' sound: "What a coincidence! The head of his family also hunted me down! Do you think I'm in love with him or not?"

"hehe."

Song Mangpi smiled but turned his head to look at the clouds and said nothing.

He suddenly regretted mentioning this matter to Wu Zun.

"After all, he is a qi training disciple. Since he has attracted the attention of the sect master, it will not be easy to escape..."

Wu Zun put away his laughter and said with a serious expression.

Speaking of this matter, a hint of worry flashed in Song Mang's eyes: "The leader also followed. With my disciple's temperament, he may not be able to be manipulated..."

"The more you talk, the more I feel itchy. When did such a number one person appear in the sect? It shouldn't be your disciple named Zhang at the top of the mountain, right?"

Song Mang looked at the clouds and pretended not to hear.

……

……

Huaqu Country.

The experiences of the Qianjin Mountain disciples these past few days were like a nightmare.

Wu Meng is the culprit of this nightmare.

First, about twenty disciples from Huaqu City fled back to the stone forest, their faces frightened, like frightened birds.

After a few days, Wu Meng's reputation spread explosively throughout the stone forest, and everyone knew about it.

After a few more days, the name "Sanhua Old Demon" began to be heard sporadically. This day.

The formation was suddenly touched.

The person who led him was trembling, and he pushed aside the formation to cover up, and saw his head standing outside the formation.

"You haven't started the formation yet?"

The leader waited for a moment and asked lightly.

"You...can't be the old devil Sanhua pretending to be..."

"Sanhua Old Demon?" The leader's eyes flashed, and he chuckled: "I, the monk of Jinshan Mountain, am so afraid of this person?"

The people inside were hesitant and speechless.

Seeing that he still didn't open the formation, the leader shook his head and laughed, and the palm of his hand fell on the formation light screen.

In an instant, the ice spread like spider threads, and with a heart-wrenching "crunching" sound, the light curtain was suddenly frozen into a blue ice wall.

The leader gave a light pat.

The ice shattered, and the entire formation light curtain shattered together.

"This may prove that I am the leader?" the leader asked with a smile.

The person who was leading him was frightened. He was stunned for a moment in fear. He suddenly came back to his senses, collapsed and shouted: "Help! The old demon Sanhua has entered the formation!!"

The entire stone forest suddenly became filled with smoke and turned into a mess.

Looking at this scene, the leader's eyelids jumped...

Less than half an hour later.

The head of Qianjin Mountain, led by his disciples, came to Wu Meng's former stronghold.

There is still a market town here, and work is going on as usual, but the workers are all mortals. When asked about the whereabouts of the immortal master, they don't know anything about it.

The leader then entered Wu Mengdong Mansion.

I found a secret passage leading to the valley. After several searches, I found three more caves.

The sky was getting dark, and after a lot of effort, not even a single shadow of anyone was seen.

That night.

The leader rushed to the Luo family without stopping, but in vain. There were children of the Luo family among them, but they had nothing to do with Wu Meng.

Everyone who had any slight contact has disappeared without a trace.

At this point, all clues related to Wu Meng have been disconnected.

The head of Qianjin Mountain stood in the snow, his face full of admiration and admiration. Although he was not masked, the image of Wu Meng became clearer in his mind as he pursued him all the way.

"There is one last line, you just have to keep cutting it."

He whispered something, his finger gestures changed, and he muttered words.

As he started to move, invisible sound waves rolled out from his dantian, passing through the snow, through the ruins, and swaying in all directions.

This is the cry of ice cicada, which comes from the unique magical effect of ice cicada, which can multiply certain aspects of the spell.

Through this, the leader discerned the subtle connection between himself and the Dieyan Thousand Locks Formation Flag.

This method is not a direct positioning, but it can find the search direction.

It only lasted for dozens of breaths, but the weak connection was like a candle in the wind, swaying unsteadily and impossible to find.

An idea appeared in the leader's mind.

The brand in the formation flag has been greatly weakened...

A look of shock finally appeared on his face, and he stood in the snow, speechless for a long time.

……

……

The terrain of Huaqu Country is extremely high, and the entire country is located among a group of peaks.

To describe it metaphorically, it looks like a group of peaks guarding a pearl.

Thousands of miles away from Huaqu, there is a group of peaks shaped like a forest of bamboo shoots, towering into the sky and reaching into the clouds.

On one of the mountains, halfway up the mountain, just where Qi Yun was wearing his hat, there was an unknown cave amidst the vast ice and snow.

On this day, there was sunlight shining from above the sea of ​​clouds.

Snowflakes fell, and the stone door of the cave was pushed open.

　I've adjusted well these days, and I can write without losing my mind. The delay is due to too many things, including moving and working overtime. That's right.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)