Chapter 87: Fellow Daoist, Ask to Hug Your Thighs (Medium)
"墾 (ken) 牒 (die) real person...... The pit daddy is a real person, and when you look at this name, you know that the treasure in this cave house will not be easy to take. Looking at the words floating on the illusory screen, Meng Siao stretched his waist and complained for a long time.
Although this information is only an incidental part of the introduction of the "Small Separation Formation", there are only about a dozen words, and there are only four words for the original owner of this cave mansion, but it is enough for Meng Siao to interpret a lot of useful information.
There is no doubt that even in ancient times, this real person would definitely not be a righteous person full of discipline. So, what kind of useful arrangement will be in this heritage cave mansion he left behind, Meng Siao speculated with his own discipline, and he also knew that it would definitely not be something easy to deal with.
Dare to use the syllables of the word "pit daddy" as the name, and the festival of the original owner of this cave house can also be imagined.
Just as he was speculating about what kind of unruly traps would be laid in the space behind this "small separation formation", the commotion in the group of young monks suddenly became violent.
"Oh, have you finally found a way to crack it?" Meng Siao suddenly perked up.
However, the next moment, his eyes showed undisguised disdain: "It's actually a brute force crack, it's too untechnical! It's just a small 'small separation formation', the young master can come up with at least five or more cracking methods, and he can break it single-handedly!"
He also stood and spoke without backache, relying on the "Great Wuzun System" that has the ability to identify dead things, and pretended to be forced with his mouth open. This "small separation formation", as long as a few nodes of the formation can be found, then each node is a weakness of this formation.
Starting from the node, you only need to have about five levels of spiritual power cultivation in the Refining God Realm, and you can make a gap in this emperor-level formation. And this gap is enough for the monk to come and go freely.
However, this group of disciples from various immortal path mainstay sects obviously couldn't have the "Great Martial Venerable System" that defied the heavens like Meng Siao. And although there are one or two of them who have the talent to become the formation magician of the Seven Masters of the Monks, this "small separation formation", no matter how disdainful Meng Wushao is, is still a veritable emperor-level formation after all.
Those who can break the Emperor-level formation must at least be a quasi-Emperor-level formation master.
Quasi-Emperor Rank Formation Magicians, if they find the node of this "Small Separation Formation", they can create a passage in the formation for the monks to come and go freely. As for wanting to completely crack this formation, it is necessary for an Emperor Rank Formation Magician to come out.
Of course, Meng Wushao, who has the "Great Martial Venerable System", is definitely a strange thing that violates this common sense, it is purely an exception, and for other monks, there is no value for reference at all.
Although this group of disciples of the Immortal Dao Sect is incapable of cracking this "small separation formation", it is the so-called strength of many people. This formation left over from ancient times was only a gatekeeper, and its own grade was limited, and under the joint bombardment of a group of cultivators who cultivated in the Concentration Realm, it didn't take long for it to be crumbling and about to be completely exploded.
"Hey, a group of second-class goods, this is going to be unlucky!" Seeing that the space black hole trembled violently, as if it would be exploded by the means released by this group of young monks at any time, Meng Siao's face showed a gloating expression.
The means laid out by the "pit daddy real person", even if it is just a mid-level gatekeeper formation of the emperor level, cannot be cracked by relying on violence alone.
The cultivation of these young monks cultivated by outside forces is to throw off their peers in the world for several streets, but when it comes to IQ and EQ, I am afraid that even if you pull out one of them, you can kill this group of people in seconds.
As the saying goes, if you don't hit people in the face, what is the formation of guarding the door, that is the façade of this heritage cave house arranged by the "pit daddy real person"! You group of middle and second young people, relying on your young age to cultivate to the realm of contemplation, do not take the face of the original owner of this cave mansion in your eyes, hehe, just wait for a while to endure hardships!
For this kind of guy with high cultivation and low intelligence, Meng Wushao has always been uneyed. Otherwise, with his cultivation of the Forging Body Realm, he would not have the audacity to treat this group of young monks as the fat sheep he was about to rob.
Sure enough, as the group of young monks continued to output at a high tempo, the frequency of the vibration of the "Small Separation Formation", which was already trembling very much, was already close to the edge of explosion.
Finally—
With a loud "boom", the earth shook and the mountains shook, and the emperor-level formation that was like a space black hole, under the combined bombardment of this group of condensing realms, finally could no longer support it and was completely shattered.
The crowd burst into cheers, and at the same time, colorful spiritual lights lit up one after another in this explosion.
Obviously, everyone has already sacrificed their own protective weapons. The power of the backlash generated when this Emperor-Rank Formation was blasted was definitely not something that these young monks present could withstand with their own physical bodies alone.
"A group of **** looks down on other people's 'pit dads and real people'. On the big tree, Meng Siao, who saw this scene, finally patted his ass and stood up, "That's okay, but I took action myself for the young master of the province." ”
Before he could finish speaking, he had already jumped down from the branches of the tree.
At the same time, in the vortex of spiritual power generated by the burst of the Emperor-level formation, the various colors of spiritual light that were originally as dazzling as stars were dimming one after another.
By the time Meng Siao was handsome and pretending to be half-squatting and down-to-earth, at least half of the original colorful aura had been extinguished.
"Tsk, it's really worthy of being a 'pit daddy real person', pit these high-level **** with low intelligence, one pit and one accurate. Watching one after another the spiritual light representing the talisman dimmed, and watching one young monk after another fall down with a blank face and fall into a coma, Meng Siao could only sigh that the "pit daddy real person" was indeed an ancient loose cultivator with broken discipline, while patiently waiting for those black mist to dissipate.
These black mist that spread out because the "Small Separation Formation" was blown up was not an ordinary waste gas, it was a kind of emperor-level high-grade elixir that even the powerhouses of the Zhou Heaven Realm could hardly resist.
Even in today's secular dynasty, this kind of drug is also prestigious, and the common name is called "half-step madness with a smile" - but anyone who is poured by this kind of drug drug is all with crooked eyes and slanted mouths, drooling and saliva, and there will be **** and crazy smiles on their faces.
Regardless of how high you are on weekdays and don't eat the fireworks of the world, once you fall into this "laughing half-step madness", you can definitely make the goddess become a sow in one second.
Even Meng Wushao had to sigh, although after years of time, even some ancient high-level exercises could no longer find the remnants of the rubbing, but this "smiling half-step madness" has been passed down from ancient times to the present.
Sure enough, what can cross the long river of time will always be undisciplined.