The cloud-splitting chariot came to a halt above the Evil Sky Pavilion.
The female cultivators who did not have the chance to board the flying chariot could not help but look up at the sky.
Looking at it from this angle, it looked like a glowing boat.
He suddenly felt that it was not a bad feeling to man the helm at the front.
He had a panoramic view of the whole Golden Court Mountain.
"Let's go," Mingshi Yin said.
The flying chariot advanced in the air.
"Tangzi Town isn't far … Slow down to the slowest speed possible," Lu Zhou instructed.
"Your disciple understands."
They slowed down. The others stood at the edge of the flying chariot and looked down at the land, the mountains, the forests, and the rivers.
Some unique flying beasts flew among the clouds. Sunlight shone through the clouds and shone on the flying chariot.
The scenery was pleasant.
Lu Zhou said, "Elder Hua … please."
Hua Wudao was overwhelmed by the favor. He hastily made an inviting gesture and allowed Lu Zhou to go first.
The two of them walked side by side to the front of the flying chariot. They stood at the best spot and admired the scenery.
"The Yun Sect has two flying chariots. One is used by the sect master while the other is used by the sect master's daughter. Compared to the cloud-splitting chariot, the Yun Sect's two chariots combined are nothing, "Hua Wudao said sincerely.
Lu Zhou said slowly, "It's only a means of transportation. It's not worth mentioning."
"A means of transportation? That's refreshing. "Hua Wudao nodded.
The cloud-splitting chariot advanced for a while.
Hua Wudao thought about it and said, "Fan Xiuwen is only a prisoner. His cultivation base has been sealed. Since we're going to demand an explanation from the descendants of the Ten Shamans, why are we bringing them along? "
"Fan Xiuwen is the leader of the Black Knights. His cultivation base is profound, but he's willing to kneel before me for Mo Li's sake," Lu Zhou said.
"Pavilion Master, are you saying that Mo Li might give in to Fan Xiuwen?"
"Not necessarily."
Lu Zhou stroked his beard and continued to say, "With Fan Xiuwen's experience and temper, what kind of woman would make him lower his head and work himself to the bone? Not even afraid of death? "
Fan Xiuwen didn't look like someone who was infatuated with love.
Hua Wudao shook his head. "Witchcraft?"
"More or less."
"I knew it …" Hua Wudao was shocked. "I thought this evil technique had disappeared long ago. I didn't expect it to still be around."
"There are all sorts of wonders in the wide world," Lu Zhou said.
The flying chariot streaked across the horizon.
As they approached Tangzi Town …
Some low-flying cultivators saw this scene.
"A flying chariot! It's a flying chariot!"
"Which sect's flying chariot is this?"
"I can't see the flag clearly … and there's no name carved on it."
Naturally, the younger cultivators did not recognize the cloud-splitting chariot.
When the older cultivators saw Cloud Piercer, they widened their eyes and reminded him excitedly, "Don't worry.
"That's the Evil Sky Pavilion's cloud-splitting chariot!"
"The Evil Sky Pavilion's flying chariot?"
The cultivators landed on the ground. Some of them looked at the cloud-splitting chariot fearfully. Some of the more timid ones fled at once.
"Back when Ji Tiandao roamed the lands, he rode on this flying chariot."
"Isn't it said that Ji Tiandao's time is coming to an end, and he is now guarding Golden Court Mountain, spending his remaining years in peace?"
"A skinny camel is still bigger than a horse … Don't forget that the last time the top ten experts besieged Golden Court Mountain, they were defeated."
The cultivators near Tangzi Town all looked up.
When the Evil Sky Pavilion's Patriarch was mentioned, everyone's expressions changed.
Not long after.
The cloud-splitting chariot flew past the mountains and rivers and was about to reach Tangzi Town.
Pan Zhong looked down at the ground. He frowned and said, "Look, Pavilion Master. There's mist rising from the ground. It's strange."
"That's true … It's a sunny day, and the sun is shining brightly. How can there be mist?" Zhou Jifeng asked, puzzled.
"A Grand Witchcraft Formation?" Little Yuan 'er asked.
After all, she and Lu Zhou had been to the Heaven River. The mist that shrouded the ground was similar to the Grand Witchcraft Formation, apart from the fact that it was not faint purple.
Pan Zhong said with a frown, "Judging by the Formation, it doesn't seem like they could've set up a Grand Formation in seven days …"
Mingshi Yin turned to look and said, "It's simple … This means they've been setting up a Grand Formation here for a long time before they came to the Evil Sky Pavilion."
The others were shocked.
Hua Wudao glanced at Lu Zhou who was standing at the side. Lu Zhou's expression was calm, and there was no change in his expression.
"It seems like … that person from the palace has no intention of suing for peace from the beginning," Hua Wudao said.
"As expected." Lu Zhou was not surprised.
When he saw the density of the mist, he knew this was not an ordinary Grand Formation. Moreover, it had been prepared for a long time.
He had brought the cloud-splitting chariot with him.
"Mingshi Yin."
"Yes, master."
"Circle around Golden Court Mountain."
"Yes, master!" Mingshi Yin changed his words. He seemed to be in high spirits.
Hua Wudao nodded. "You're wise, Pavilion Master."
"Know yourself and your enemy, and you'll never be defeated," Lu Zhou said.
The cloud-splitting chariot suddenly picked up speed.
It was several times faster than before.
The buildings and scenery on the ground receded as the chariot sped past them.
Pan Zhong observed the unusual movements on the ground intently.
The Evil Sky Pavilion had always been feared and revered by the people. Hence, within dozens of miles of Golden Court Mountain, apart from Tangzi Town, no one lived there. Cultivators were rare as well.
Wherever the flying chariot flew past, there were strange scenes of mist rising into the air. Moreover, the rising mist was slowly moving toward Golden Court Mountain. Some of it was already in contact with the barrier!
Those who did not understand Formations would think this was a natural phenomenon.
The cloud-splitting chariot picked up speed.
With Mingshi Yin manning the helm, Zhao Yue, Pan Zhong, and Zhou Jifeng channeled more Primal Qi into the chariot.
The flickering long tail appeared.
Golden Court Mountain was huge to begin with. It was not a short distance to circle it.
However, this was nothing for the cloud-splitting chariot.
After a long while …
Mingshi Yin said loudly, "We're almost at Tangzi Town again."
He purposely added the word 'again'.
This meant the cloud-splitting chariot would have to circle it once.
Pan Zhong said, "Pavilion Master, I've seen it clearly … Only the semicircle three miles south of Golden Court Mountain is covered in Formations. There aren't any Formations elsewhere."
Lu Zhou nodded and said, "The descendants of the Ten Shamans aren't the Ten Shamans, after all. They can't do what the Ten Shamans did."
Hua Wudao said in agreement, "The Ten Shamans are witchcraft cultivators … However, it's already impressive that the descendants of the Ten Shamans are able to set up a Grand Formation that covers three miles."
The cloud-splitting chariot slowed down.
Most of the radiance was gone as well.
Meanwhile.
The red-robed cultivators who were setting up the Grand Formation near Tangzi Town stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky.
The huge cloud-splitting chariot attracted their attention.
The 30 red-robed cultivators quickly gathered and stood in three rows.
Wu Sheng and Wu Guan looked over.
"It's the Evil Sky Pavilion's flying chariot."
A peculiar smile appeared on Wu Guan's calm expression as he said, "They still haven't acknowledged us as their master."
"The Fiend Temple has agreed to work with us. I wonder when they'll arrive?" another red-robed cultivator asked.
He had not made himself clear.
Hum.
The cloud-splitting chariot's voice rang from the horizon.
The cloud-splitting chariot slowed down and was even descending.
When the Primal Qi was withdrawn …
The radiance around the cloud-splitting chariot faded as well. Without the radiance around it, it resembled a skiff that floated in the sky.
The flying chariot descended to the same height as the trees and stopped moving.
Wu Sheng and Wu Guan's eyelids twitched when they saw this.
On the flying chariot.
Lu Zhou and Hua Wudao stood at the front and looked down.
The red-robed cultivators did not leave. Instead, they flew toward the flying chariot.
When they were at the same height as the cloud-splitting chariot, they bowed at the same time.
"Wu Sheng greets Old Senior Ji."
The red-robed cultivators bowed at the same time.
Lu Zhou placed his hands on his back as he looked at the 30 red-robed cultivators.
"How's the formation going?"
He went straight to the point and went straight to the point.
Wu Sheng's heart trembled. It was clear the Evil Sky Pavilion knew about their Formation.
Who was it that revealed such a confidential matter?
"Pavilion Master, you must be joking … We are following orders and happened to stay in Tangzi Town for a few days," Wu Sheng said.
Other than wasting time, this kind of conversation was meaningless.
Lu Zhou asked again, "Where's Mo Li?"
"Lord Mo … is far away in the Divine Capital. What is the matter, Pavilion Master? I can pass on the message, "Wu Sheng said again.
Lu Zhou looked at the group of red-robed cultivators indifferently. Not only were they not afraid, but they were also secretly eyeing the Evil Sky Pavilion and stealing the barrier's power. Moreover, they were acting as though they knew nothing about it. Lu Zhou said indifferently,
"Commendable courage."
The red-robed cultivator was taken aback. He did not understand what Lu Zhou meant.
Mingshi Yin cried out coldly, "How dare you plot against Golden Court Mountain … Are you tired of living? Hurry up and destroy these formations. Kneel down and surrender. My master might be happy and spare your lives. "
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