The full moon like a silver plate hung high in the sky, and the cold moonlight poured down like a waterfall, outlining the hazy outlines of the continuous low hills.
White Lotus Sect Camp No. 11, like a dormant beast, is entrenched in this undulating shadow.
The highest hill is only more than 300 meters, which only provides some terrain benefits.
The real support of the camp is the layers of formation light curtains that cover all directions.
The defensive formation is as thick as Tortoise Shell, and the detection formation is like an invisible spider web, silently scanning for all disturbances within a radius of fifty miles.
In the large tent at the core of the camp, candlelight flickered, reflecting the figures of three White Lotus Sect disciples sitting cross-legged.
In the center of the three people, there is a crystal ball the size of a human head suspended. The scarlet demonic energy inside is surging like a living thing. On the surface of the ball, there are several layers of mysterious formation symbols that are unstable.
The three people formed a seal with their hands, and their fingertips shot out three black and red beams of light that were as condensed as substance, and poured them into the crystal ball continuously.
With the blessing of the formation, their Divine Sense were like extended tentacles, clearly mapping the scene within fifty miles around the camp onto the inner lake.
These are the most critical eyes and ears of the camp. If there is any abnormal movement, they are the first to know the police sentry, or they can notify their fellow guards, or they can activate defense, or decide to evacuate.
There are six people on duty to guard the formation, and they rotate every three days.
At this moment, it was the last few hours of duty for the three people in front of me.
Sitting and consuming Divine Sense for nearly three consecutive days had already drained their energy. Sea of Consciousness was like being hit repeatedly with a heavy hammer, buzzing, and exhaustion engraved on every inch of their skin.
"Ha--"
A thin demon cultivator yawned widely, his eyelids were heavy, and he couldn't help complaining, "If you ask me, this Laoshizi formation is really not very useful! How many days has it been?"
"I didn't even see a ghost! Sneak attack? Humph, isn't that the specialty of our 'Demon Cult'? Three Sects How can those hypocrites who claim to be righteous be able to pull off such a face?"
Next to him, a female cultivator with a fair face and long black hair tied back by a red rope lazily nodded in agreement. "Senior brother is right. It has been four or five days, but have you ever heard of any campsite being infiltrated by them?"
"That's wrong!" Xiu Old Devil, one of the three people with an old face, wrinkles like dry tree bark, and two long eyebrows hanging down his cheeks, immediately tightened his eyebrows when he heard this, and shouted sternly,
"Nip it in the bud! Three Sects If you don't move, how can you be lax? The lives of more than a hundred fellow disciples in the camp depend on this formation, how dare you slack off!"
The thin little demon cultivator frowned, and there was undisguised contempt in his eyes.
An old man who is about to die and is about to die is worthy of teaching him a lesson? What should we take precautions against before they happen, and what should we not let go of?
He just complained a few times, but isn't the formation still functioning?
It's this old coffin's turn to point fingers?
He was about to retort, but he caught a glimpse of a stopping look from his senior sister.
But the evil fire has arisen in his heart, so how can he give up?
"Senior Brother Cheng," the thin monk's mouth curled up with a mean sneer, his eyes piercing the old monk like needles,
"I heard that you... only have one or two years left in your life? Alas, it's a pity that Purple Mansion scenery, you never have the chance to see."
He changed the subject and his tone became more frivolous, "How about... you reward your junior brother with the wealth you have saved? When I get promoted to the Purple Mansion, it will be an eye-opener for you, how about that?"
Faced with such a naked humiliation and provocation, the old monk just gave him a sideways glance with an expressionless expression, and still concentrated on maintaining the operation of the formation, as if the dirty words were just a gnat in his ears.
When the thin monk saw this, he felt that the other party was weak and could be bullied, and he was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue the victory and step on it a few more times--
"Fifty miles due east! A monk is approaching! Very fast!" The old monk's roar was like thunder, and it suddenly exploded!
The thin monk and the female cultivator were both startled, and Divine Sense immediately fell into the formation's perception.
When he saw the speeding figure clearly, the thin monk's tense nerves instantly relaxed and he laughed out loud:
"Ha! Old guy, look at how much you make a fuss! I thought it was Purple Mansion who killed me, but it turns out it's just a stupid young man named Foundation Establishment Perfection!"
He turned to the female nun and said, "Junior sister Leng, please summon the fellow disciples on duty tonight and ask them to go out and chop this guy who knows no life or death into pieces!"
"Don't bother others, right?" The thin monk's eyes flashed fiercely, and he licked his lips with a hint of bloodthirsty excitement.
"After sitting for three days, my bones are almost rusty! Just use this kid to loosen your muscles and bones!"
He was about to stand up and cut off the connection with the formation.
"Nonsense!" The old monk's beard and hair were spread out, and his eyes were wide open.
"The formation requires three people to hold it together! If you leave your post without authorization, the scope of the investigation will be immediately reduced to ten miles! If something happens here, and the camp is destroyed and people are killed, can you bear the responsibility?!"
"Hmph!" The thin monk curled his lips nonchalantly, and glanced at the silent senior sister. Seeing that she had no objection, he felt reassured.
He suddenly cut off the beam connection and stood up suddenly, "Old man, you are too timid! Heavenly Fire Sect's Foundation Establishment? You're just a chicken and a tile dog! I'll come back as soon as I go!"
"After the war, I will definitely give you a copy of the Law Enforcement Hall!" The old monk was so angry that he was shaking all over.
"Oh? It's up to you." The thin monk kept walking, opened the curtain, and his figure instantly disappeared into the shadow of the camp.
The night wind howled, and Jiang Tian transformed into a blur of escaping light, galloping under the moonlight.
His spiritual perception is far superior to that of his peers. The power of exploration that shrouded his whole body just now, like the brush of spider silk, was clearly captured by him, although it was vague.
Fifty miles away, Foundation Establishment monk's Divine Sense is extremely difficult to reach. This must be the camp's detection array.
Ordinary Foundation Establishment Perfection monks have an exploration range of three miles.
The tempering of <Supreme Soul Nourishing Scripture> and his own powerful soul foundation have made his Divine Sense range only six miles.
But he was fully confident that he could easily block this layer of detection.
However, he did not do so.
Just as he was calculating in his mind, the power of exploration that enveloped his whole body disappeared without any warning!
"Huh?" Jiang Tian suddenly paused, hovering in mid-air, frowning slightly.
The detection disappears? Is there something wrong with the formation? Or... luring the enemy?
There are still more than forty miles away from the camp. Jiang Tian's eyes flashed, and he weighed the pros and cons in an instant. Then his eyes condensed, no longer hesitating, and continued to fly in the original direction. The powerful Divine Sense was like an invisible radar, spreading in all directions.
After another moment of flight, Divine Sense suddenly broke into a figure from the edge!
Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivation, Sha Qi Tengteng, are rushing towards his direction!
"Oh?" Jiang Tian looked strange, "Is this... being underestimated? Or is there something fishy?"
After a few breaths, a cold Divine Sense was like a poisonous snake, with undisguised malice, firmly locked on him.
It's the White Lotus Demonic Cultivators that's coming!
The figure of the incoming person quickly enlarged in the field of vision, Jiang Tian glanced across it, his mind moved slightly, and two scarlet entries of information instantly appeared on Sea of Consciousness.
Lei Xinjing!
The two were one mile away from each other, and Lei Xinjing suddenly stopped, with a cruel smile on his face like a cat playing with a mouse, and his voice was cold and biting. "Boy! In the middle of the night, you broke into my White Lotus camp alone. Are you tired of living? Or... you feel that Three Sects will be defeated, and you want to come to me and ask for a way to survive?"
He looked Jiang Tian up and down with contempt in his eyes.
"What do you want?" Jiang Tian also stopped, ignoring the second half of the other person's sarcasm, and rubbed his chin in pretense of contemplation, then grinned, revealing a mouth full of white teeth, and his smile was so bright that it chilled your heart.
"I said... I'm here to save your camp, do you believe it?"
"Take care of our camp?" Lei Xinjing was stunned, and then he pointed at Jiang Tian as if he had heard a big joke, laughing so hard, "Hahaha! Just you? Hahahaha!"
Laughter echoed in the night air, full of wanton mockery.
Smiling, the amusement on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a ferocious and twisted bloodthirsty murderous intent, and the red light in his eyes skyrocketed. "It doesn't matter whether you have become stupid due to practice or have lost your mind! It doesn't matter anymore! Give me death!"
At the same time as the last word "death" was yelled out, a long and generous knife that was more than four feet long, completely black, with a blade covered with strange blood lines and spitting out a scarlet glow, suddenly appeared in his hand!
"Woo--!"
The blade tore through the air and let out a shrill scream! Lei Xinjing's entire body turned into a violent bloody afterimage. The man and the knife merged into one, and with a ferocious momentum that crushed everything, he rushed straight at Jiang Tian!
In his eyes, how can the wastes Foundation Establishment Perfection and Heavenly Fire Sect compete with his elite White Lotus?
What's more, during the array exploration, this kid's aura was weak and unstable, which was simply a credit to him! Within ten moves, his head will be taken!
However, the moment his blade was about to touch Jiang Tian--
All the thoughts and murderous intentions in his mind seemed to be instantly extinguished by a big invisible hand!
The pair of eyes that were originally filled with bloodthirsty red light suddenly became empty and dead, without any emotional fluctuations, like two pools of solidified ink!
"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang--!"
Several clear and cold sword sounds sounded almost at the same moment!
The next moment, the heart-breaking pain that was enough to drown the soul was like a tsunami that completely engulfed Lei Xinjing's consciousness in an instant!
"Ahhhhhhh--!"
A shrill howl pierced the night sky! His body fell downwards uncontrollably, and he instinctively wanted to use his escape technique, but found... his limbs and bones were all empty!
Dao Foundation... broken!
Limbs... broken!
What is it?! Could it be...Purple Mansion who hides his cultivation?!
A dull sound of falling to the ground was heard. Lei Xinjing had been completely reduced to a "human stick", with all his limbs broken off. Dao Foundation collapsed and collapsed like a puddle of mud on the cold ground. His eyes were bulging and covered with bloodshot eyes. Thick blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and he could only make a whooshing sound of wind leaking from his throat.
The pair of dying eyes, full of fear and despair, reflected a figure, holding a green long sword as thin as cicada wings and flowing with dark gold lines, slowly falling from the sky like the god of death.
"I ask, you answer." Jiang Tian's voice was calm. Dao Seeker Sword's sword tip hovered precisely above Lei Xinjing's throat. The cold sword edge stirred up goosebumps on his skin. "Cooperate, maybe..."
"I say! I say! I say everything!" Lei Xinjing used his last bit of strength to squeeze out a flattering and twisted smile, with only the last faint desire for life left in his eyes.
As long as he can survive, he will sell anything!
"Is there Purple Mansion in charge of the camp?" Jiang Tian asked.
"No! Absolutely not!" Lei Xinjing replied hurriedly, blood splattered with the words,
"In this battlefield, Purple Mansion has not yet come to an end! This is the consensus! If we have Purple Mansion take action, Purple Mansion will immediately come to kill from Three Sects's side!"
"Foundation Establishment Perfection, how many are there?"
"Count... count me, twenty... twenty!" Lei Xinjing gasped and spoke very fast.
"Twenty... can still be dealt with." Jiang Tian murmured to himself, then seemed to think of something, and the corner of his mouth raised a trace of self-deprecation,
"Tsk, I forgot. I can search for souls, so why bother asking?"
Before he finished speaking, his big hands were already pressing on Lei Xinjing's Tianling Cap like iron pliers!
This is the secret soul-searching technique he learned from <Supreme Soul Nourishing Scripture>!
"Uh--!" Lei Xinjing was shaking violently, his eyes were turning white, and his face was twitching and twisted crazily due to the extreme pain.
"Array... three people... ten miles..." Fragments of memory poured into Jiang Tian Sea of Consciousness like a torrent, and were quickly analyzed and absorbed by him.
With a flash of sword light, Lei Xinjing's frightened head flew high and rolled down into dust.
Jiang Tian closed his eyes and quickly digested the results of the soul search. At the same time, the muscles and bones on his face began to squirm strangely like water waves, and the outline of his body shape also changed simultaneously.
It was as if there was an invisible hand of creation that was completely crushing and reshaping his original appearance.
After a while, the memory was digested.
Under the moonlight, "Lei Xinjing" moved his neck, and slowly opened his mouth with a smile that was exactly the same as that of the thin little demon cultivator before, with a bit of evil and cruelty.
"Hey! I never thought... I am actually Lei Xinjing!"
"The original plan was to change. It's much easier this way..."
The dim campfire swayed in Camp No. 11, and the light and shadow cast an uneasy sway on the heavy cowhide tent.
Inside the tent, a female correctional officer with a sinister face was sitting cross-legged in silence, her slender eyebrows frowning tightly for no reason.
An unexplained palpitation, like a cold poisonous snake, suddenly wrapped around her heart, causing her originally calm Daoist heart to tremble suddenly.
This inexplicable panic came so suddenly that her breath was slightly disturbed for a moment.
"What's going on? Is it... Junior Brother's side?" With this thought, it grew like weeds.
Unfortunately, junior brother is not here at this moment! Without him as the leader of the formation eye, the power of the camp's exploration array is greatly reduced. The invisible 'eye' can only barely cover a ten-mile radius.
The female cultivator's mood was like the dust blown up by the wind outside the tent, chaotic and difficult to calm down.
At that moment when worries almost solidified into reality!
A figure as fast as lightning suddenly appeared at the edge of the exploration formation!
If not her junior brother, then who is it?
"Huh..." An almost inaudible sigh escaped from the female cultivator's full lips, and the tight shoulder lines relaxed instantly.
The corners of her lips curved into a self-deprecating arc.
"What a waste of time..." She shook her head secretly, "What kind of cultivation level do you have, junior brother? In the state of Foundation Establishment Perfection, even if you look at the entire younger generation of the White Lotus Sect, he is also a rare leader!"
"To deal with a mere Heavenly Fire Sect Foundation Establishment who has no idea whether he is alive or not and crashes into the door, can't we catch him with ease and turn him into a storm? The little heart palpitations I just had are really unfounded worries."
Before he could even think about it, clear footsteps could be heard outside the tent. The soles of his boots ran over the gravel of the camp, making a soft "rustling" sound, moving from far to near, and finally stopped outside the heavy cowhide curtain.
The female cultivator still maintained her posture of sitting cross-legged, not even turning her neck for a moment, but her voice as cold as a cold spring sounded, with a hint of casualness:
"Why did it take so long? Tell me, that ignorant Heavenly Fire Sect Foundation Establishment came to me Camp No. 11, why?"