Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 140

Two days passed by in a flash.

Just yesterday evening, the Divine Mansion shrouding the Bamboo Sea gradually retreated, and a large number of monks trapped in the Divine Residence escaped, turning the originally quiet and deep Bamboo Sea into a lively and noisy place.

Wu Meng hid himself in a clump of lush bamboos, possessing the spirit of being untouchable and driving the toad to absorb all of his own aura.

After midnight, in the past two hours, seven or eight monks have been flying overhead.

As time goes by, this frequency is gradually increasing.

But he turned a blind eye, just closed his eyes and cultivated his spiritual consciousness.

Staying here is a last resort!

He was walking out the day before yesterday. As soon as he reached the edge of the bamboo sea, he realized that the front was covered by a formation!

Not only that, on the horizon in the distance, there happened to be a disciple holding a flower and holding the moon, flying low in the mid-air, as if he was patrolling.

Lockdown came so quickly?

Wu Meng changed direction and walked east for more than ten miles. Unexpectedly, along the way, he encountered three formations one after another, covering the entire edge of the bamboo forest.

Not even a blind spot was left.

The patrolling monks are in groups of five, led by mid-term monks, and each person is responsible for an area of ​​more than one mile.

This is the first encirclement, and it is unknown whether there will be any arrangements beyond it.

After Wu Meng's inspection, it seems that the formation is just the simplest type of early warning.

If you want to cross, you will not encounter obstacles, but the person being controlled will notice the location and mark it.

Then a team of monks will be invited to check and register. If there is resistance, a later monk will intervene.

Martial law has reached this level. Is it always like this, or is it targeted?

Wu Meng estimated that most of them were written by Zhao Xueying, and the senior sister's reaction was probably stronger than imagined.

Originally, with the help of the mayfly body, no one could stop him even if he forced his way through the barrier.

But what really worries him is not the Qi training disciples, but the possible foundation-building monks.

Once a base-building old monster is attracted, regardless of whether it is faster than the enemy, it will be marked on the body, and there may not be time to prepare for it, which means that it may be continuously tracked.

This is not bound to happen, but if it happens, it will capsize in the gutter.

After some thought, Wu Meng gave up the urge to break in.

He planned to wait until his consciousness had recovered and he was more prepared before he considered escaping.

Hence, the current scene happened.

Wu Mengjing sat in the bamboo forest, and another hour flashed by.

The sun is high.

Just after noon, the spiritual power above the head fluctuated more and more frequently, and in the time it took to make a cup of tea, a person would pass by.

He opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes gradually calmed down.

After nearly three days of breath adjustment, his consciousness has recovered by about 50%, almost reaching the upper limit of natural recovery.

The remaining 50% must be retreated for a period of time before it can be gradually recovered.

It was naturally impossible for Wu Meng to retreat in this bamboo sea. He planned to take advantage of the peak of the monks' return to find a way to break out.

This is the best time.

Once you miss it, when you have time to hold flowers and hold the moon, you will find that the bamboo sea is just a corner, no matter how wide it is.

As for the 50% divine consciousness, although it is only half of what it was in its heyday, it still absolutely crushes the Qi Practitioners and is enough to cope with most situations.

Wu Meng stood up and was about to leave when a rainbow light suddenly flew from the end of the sky.

He thought for a moment and shouted loudly.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay."

……

Lean slightly.

Somewhere on the edge of the bamboo forest.

A group of disciples holding flowers and holding the Moon Court were patrolling.

The highest level of cultivation among them is only in the middle stage of Qi training, and they are often responsible for the first interception and registration, requiring the other party to open the storage bag and accept inspection. If you encounter someone who is uncooperative, seek help from the mid- to late-stage disciples on the second layer of ‘defense line’.

Exploring storage bags is a taboo among the Immortal family, but 90% of the people in the forest are casual cultivators who dare not speak out because of the sect's power.

As for the few disciples of other sects, or people from aristocratic families, they were "politely" invited to go somewhere.

Just before.

This team encountered a difficult late-stage monk who claimed to be a disciple of Qianjin Mountain. He was unwilling to open the storage bag and did not want to be controlled.

The team sent out a message for help.

After just a few breaths, Zhao Xueying flew over with an ice bone umbrella.

The two sides fought back and forth for three or four times, but the man's skills fell short and he missed and was captured.

Just when she was about to leave, the mid-term monk in charge of the formation suddenly turned his head and looked somewhere in the bamboo forest.

"Someone is coming out from over there, Junior Brother Meng, go over and take a look."

"okay."

Zhao Xueying was about to leave, but she stopped when she heard this and planned to take a look.

Who knows how many breaths later, the disciple in charge of the formation said softly: "Senior sister, someone slipped back into the bamboo forest again. He probably saw our people and ran away..."

Hearing this, she shook her head: "These people like to hide, just let them hide, as long as they don't let them out."

As soon as he finished speaking, Junior Brother Meng, who was responsible for going to investigate, turned back.

She looked the man over.

He saw his eyes flinching, like a frightened deer, and quickly avoided looking at him, not daring to look at him.

This is a unified expression of the early disciples in the court. As the senior sister who is responsible for both appearance and strength, she has long been used to it.

She would only feel strange if the other party dared to look directly at her.

Zhao Xueying just glanced at her and asked nonchalantly, "Have you seen anyone?"

Junior Brother Meng's face turned red: "Back to senior sister... I've seen you... I've seen you..."

"You can't even say anything right?"

She frowned.

Seeing this, the leading disciple quickly stepped forward to explain: "Senior sister, I don't know, but this guy is usually not afraid of anyone, but he becomes shy when he hears about you..."

"Can you tell what kind of cultivation it is?"

"Sister Hui... I can see... I can see... the middle stage of Qi training..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Xueying escorted him away and flew away without even giving him a proper look from beginning to end.

However, the monk known as Junior Brother Meng looked at his back with a shy smile on his face.

"Wake up! Wake up! You!"

The captain stretched out his hand and waved it twice in front of his eyes: "Everyone is gone..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a figure flying out of the bamboo forest in the distance.

"Someone is coming. I'll go over and take a look... Wait, there's someone coming over there too. If you go take a look, remember to reveal the sign in the courtyard."

"okay."

The two separated and flew in different directions.

Lean slightly.

The captain controlled the mid-level monk he encountered and was about to rush over when he saw Junior Brother Meng flying back alone.

"What about people?"

A look of disdain appeared on Junior Brother Meng's face: "After checking, let him go. It's an early-stage casual cultivator who came in to try his luck. He has a few bottles of elixirs and a few magic talismans. The treasure looks like something. He was afraid that I would snatch it from him."

As he spoke, he grinned, took out three or four talismans, and patted two of them into the captain's hand.

"I'll borrow it and take a look."

(End of this chapter)