If the True Lord returns victorious, then the Pinglu Daoist Sanctuary will naturally remain the Pinglu Daoist Sanctuary.
If the True Lord were to perish on the battlefield...
What's the point of having a dojo then!
Without the presence of Perfected Lord Pinglu, even the best Daoist temple will eventually become a breeding ground for ferocious beasts.
Xu Long, who had anticipated this, sighed inwardly: This guy is indeed a ruthless person who disregards life and death!
The path to immortality is fraught with difficulties and obstacles. Reaching the level of Golden Immortal True Monarch is already considered a rare and exceptional talent among cultivators.
In the past ten thousand years, how many people have been able to build such a vast power in this Boundless Wilderness?
However, Perfected Lord Pinglu did not seem to care about his own safety at all, which suggests that his Dao Heart was extremely firm.
On the path of spiritual cultivation, one must constantly push beyond one's own limits in order to seek a breakthrough in some sense!
Judging from the expression of the leading cultivator, this guy's experience fighting the Beast King is nothing new.
Moreover, Zhu Peizi is just like his master; he can't fight unless he leaves the Metal Moat and Boiling Rampart Formation, right?
After muttering a few complaints to himself, Xu Long turned his attention back to the sky.
That single gaze from above is the one that determines the life and death of everyone!
The Duck Beast King hovered above the dojo, observing every move of Perfected Lord Pinglu, its cold gaze fixed on the crowd below.
When it saw this fellow raise his banners, about to repeat his old tricks, it finally couldn't hold back any longer from beyond the heavens.
This old fellow had previously used an array to bind it, causing the Duck Beast King's incredible speed to become somewhat sluggish in front of the True Monarch.
Seeing that everyone had been drawn in by the banners, a shadow crossed the Duck Beast King's eyes.
"Bah!"
After a hoarse, long howl, the hurricane in the air rolled up like a shutter, releasing countless layers of sharp energy that slashed down at the crowd below.
Xu Long's expression tightened amidst the crowd, and he immediately began to think about how to escape.
He had just witnessed the power of the hurricane firsthand. While Golden Immortal True Monarch could naturally withstand it, it was hard to say what would happen to these people.
As the guillotines were about to fall, the people in the air were momentarily distracted, and some of the leading cultivators, under the guidance of True Monarchs, used their Magic Power to resist.
At this moment, Perfected Lord Pinglu had not yet turned his head, but based on the chaotic Shang-Chi his head, he knew that the hurricane of the Duck Beast King was coming.
The True Lord showed no sign of panic in the air. He gathered the cultivators to the banners while simultaneously flicking his wrist.
The pagoda that was spinning in his palm suddenly rose up, its rays shining like an endless sun beneath the Duck Beast King's body.
Everyone could see clearly that within the precious light, a tower seemed to be rapidly expanding, about to be suppressed by the hurricane above.
At this moment, all the energy within the pagoda was released, and the hurricane in the air was enveloped by a ring.
boom!
After a loud bang, the True Lord took half a step back from his original position.
The hurricane in the sky just now expanded in an instant within the ring. Hurricanes are originally invisible, but at this moment they appeared because of the power of the pagoda.
Once trapped, it desperately wanted to escape, but the rings constricted it, forcing it to compress into the tower.
In the struggle, the two energies could not withstand the pressure and shattered together in mid-air.
The hurricane and the ring shattered, and a chaotic surge of Magic Power filled the air.
The True Lord, hidden in the shadows, shook his head slightly and stretched out his palm again. The precious light that had just been transferred returned to his hand.
In the blink of an eye, the crowd below had already arrived in front of the True Lord.
Before the crowd could even pause, a massive shadow had already descended from above.
The Duck Beast King's sharp gaze swept across the crowd, and an aura belonging to the Beast King manifested between heaven and earth.
Despite the presence of the True Lord, the atmosphere in the arena involuntarily began to become somber.
Seeing the approaching formation of cultivators, Zhenjun nodded slightly to his side.
Then, he silently chanted an incantation, and the huge banner began to move rapidly, carrying the crowd with it.
At the same time, Xu Long also felt that the immense energy from before was being poured into every corner of the cultivator formation.
So this is the energy of the Golden Immortal True Lord; no wonder it's so immense.
After a moment of reflection, Xu Long heard the powerful voice of the True Lord:
"Now that the Beast King is powerful, I have no choice but to ask for your help, fellow Daoists. I am ashamed! All you need to do is maintain your formation and keep it intact, while adjusting your magic Magic Power according to the movement of the banners, to help me hold off the Duck Beast King. I will take care of the rest!"
" The Duck Beast King is extremely fast. Fellow Daoists, remember: you must adjust your magical Magic Power according to the movement of that banner!"
The True Lord bowed halfway to the crowd again in the air, and then spoke somewhat sternly.
Xu Long kept his words firmly in mind.
Although the True Lord was being very polite, his underlying message was that he wanted to use them to restrain the Duck Beast King.
Xu Long naturally knew that the speed of the Duck Beast King was unparalleled in the Boundless Wilderness, and it would be impossible for an ordinary cultivator to deal with it.
After all, if the Duck Beast King were to be overwhelmed, escaping would be no problem at all.
At this moment, Perfected Lord Pinglu knew that he was inferior to others in terms of speed, so he used the many cultivators in the dojo to form a formation.
Then, using the banners as the guide for the formation, even though he was Golden Immortal True Lord, he could not control so many cultivators.
However, they can use formations to control several banners, thereby achieving the goal of controlling the cultivators.
All of this was prepared in advance by the True Lord. Although he was a dignified Golden Immortal Realm and showed no lack of courtesy to everyone, Xu Long was still quite indignant about being treated as cannon fodder.
However, being under someone's roof at that moment, one has no choice but to bow one's head.
From the moment he entered the Boundless Wilderness and the Pinglu Daoist Sanctuary, he was destined to follow the arrangements of the Perfected Lord Pinglu.
Might makes right; this is the universal principle in the Boundless Wilderness!
After everyone had returned to their places, Zhenjun stopped talking and focused his attention on the banners.
As that immense energy began to circulate, the crowd was quickly separated in the air, with Xu Long moving closely with the banners.
In front of the Duck Beast King, the True Lord would naturally not care about the life or death of a mere soldier, but he would certainly care about the arrangement of those banners.
The True Lord had just revealed some information in his words, instructing everyone to move in accordance with the banners.
If they still can't find the right method by now, then dying under the Duck Beast King is their own fault.
After the banners were set up, another shrill roar came from overhead.
Xu Long's heart skipped a beat; each roar of the Duck Beast King was accompanied by a terrifying hurricane.
Before the True Lord appeared, it had tortured everyone like pigs and dogs, and that shrill roar left a shadow in Xu Long's heart.
Upon hearing the sound again, he focused solely on following the banner's movement, simultaneously channeling his own Magic Power outwards under the guidance of the immense energy.
The Magic Power of everyone flowed with the True Lord's energy, connecting within the formation before converging into a single mass, all the way to the banner.