Jing Ruiyi frowned, glaring at the purple cloud banner jumping up and down opposite him, his expression growing increasingly worse.
He had just led a group of disciples from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to repel a pack of berserk spirit beasts and was preparing to collect the rare ores below.
Unexpectedly, the purple cloud banner suddenly descended from the sky, not only sweeping away the ore but also charging menacingly towards him.
If he hadn't been quick-witted and dodged in time while striking back fiercely, he probably would have been seriously injured.
After that, whether it was because he acted decisively and intimidated the other party, the other party stopped eyeing him covetously and instead began to act as if they wanted to form a contract with him.
Although the other party's disguise was quite convincing, and it was indeed a high-level spiritual artifact, or even a celestial artifact, he still subconsciously rejected the option.
It was because he had a very bad feeling about the other person, especially whenever the other person got close, he would feel a strong sense of unease.
It was this unease that made him resolutely refuse to agree to a contract with the Purple Cloud Banner, no matter how shamelessly it pleaded with him, and even prevent it from getting close.
As time passed, he began to sense the uncontrollable malice emanating from the other side.
Yes, it was malice. It's strange that a purple cloud banner could produce malice towards people, but he sensed it very clearly.
This made him even more wary of the other party, not only himself but also warning all the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to be vigilant.
Just now, Ziyun Banner seemed to have finally lost patience. It gave up and stopped pretending. It directly released its ferocity, and an overwhelming pressure swept over.
If Jing Ruiyi hadn't been carrying a magical artifact given to him by his master, that attack just now would probably have been enough to hurt them.
Even so, some disciples suffered injuries to their heart meridians and are now desperately swallowing pills to heal their wounds.
Looking at the purple mist rolling out of the Purple Cloud Banner opposite him, Jing Ruiyi felt a chill spread from the soles of his feet and couldn't help but shiver. He knew something was wrong.
The disciples behind him all wore solemn expressions, and one even asked him telepathically, "Senior Brother, what should we do now?"
Jing Ruiyi's mind was also in a mess at this moment, but as the chief disciple, he could not lose his composure, nor could he show any fear and cause the disciples behind him to lose their courage.
After a moment of contemplation, he transmitted his thoughts to all his disciples: "Set up the formation."
As for what kind of formation he set up, he didn't need to say it explicitly; his disciples already knew it was nothing more than the Myriad Swords Formation of the Myriad Swords Sect.
Therefore, almost the instant he finished speaking, all the disciples began to move, cooperating with each other and quickly setting up the formation.
Upon seeing this, the Purple Cloud Banner on the opposite side was not afraid at all; on the contrary, it was filled with joy, and the purple mist rolled even more merrily.
Jing Ruiyi's heart skipped a beat, filled with dread, but his expression remained unchanged.
As the purple mist arrogantly approached them, he tightened his grip on his sword, about to shout: "Let's fight!"
But then they discovered that the once arrogant and domineering purple mist suddenly vanished, turning back into a small banner, and tried to escape.
Jing Ruiyi was filled with surprise and was about to check when he felt something flying rapidly from behind him.
Before he could turn around, a ferocious beast carrying two people flew over their heads, and one of them threw a whip-like object in the direction that Ziyun Banner had fled.
The next moment, the whip unleashed a burst of lightning as it chased after the fleeing Purple Cloud Banner, which struck it with a whoosh.
Ziyun Banner staggered and fell a certain distance.
However, it seemed that it dared not stop at all, nor did it have any intention of turning back to settle scores. Staggering, it desperately rushed forward, sometimes high and sometimes low.
At this moment, the whip was not far away. In the blink of an eye, it caught up with the Purple Cloud Banner, the whip suddenly lengthened, and immediately wrapped around the Purple Cloud Banner, quickly binding it tightly.
Immediately afterwards, countless bolts of lightning descended from the sky, striking the bound Purple Cloud Banner with a crack.
A shrill, ear-piercing wail echoed through the sky, making people's eardrums ache.
Seeing that some of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect with lower cultivation levels had been shaken so badly that they bled from their seven orifices, Shushu's eyes flashed with displeasure.
With a wave of his hand, the power of rules and punishments came from all directions. He condensed them into several arrows, and with a gentle push, the Purple Cloud Banner appeared all at once, which was the pseudo-immortal artifact.
Instantly, even more painful screams rang out.
However, although it was still harsh and unpleasant to hear this time, it no longer had any effect on people.
Satisfied, Shushu tossed the Five Thunder God Whip a "Have fun," and then turned to look at the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
It was only when Jing Ruiyi arrived that he could clearly see the appearance of the two people in front of him. He did not recognize Shushu, but he had seen Lu Li in person.
As the emperor of the Feather Clan, all the major powers in the Great Vault Realm would have their disciples memorize his appearance to avoid unknowingly offending him.
Therefore, Jing Ruiyi spoke first: "Junior Jing Ruiyi of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect greets Emperor Yu."
He paused, then looked over at the Purple Cloud Banner, which was being tossed and turned like a toy by the Five Thunder God Whip, and asked, "Does Senior know what kind of demon that is?"
Shushu and Luli had no intention of hiding anything and were about to speak when Xiao Taohan interrupted, "Let me tell you, let me tell you, it's like this..." Blah blah blah~
As he spoke, Xiao Taohan took out a recording stone and showed it to all the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
The image recorded in the memory stone was the scene of Hu Ling's divided soul attempting to devour the rogue cultivator. It is unknown when it was recorded.
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