Great Li Martial God

At these words, the black-robed middle-aged man's expression immediately changed. He immediately scanned his surroundings vigilantly in all directions.

Finally, his gaze even fell on Li Musheng not far away.

"Why are you looking at me? Look over there!"

Li Musheng pointed with his hand, indicating for the other party to look toward the mountain valley.

Just at this time, Meng Shan and Yuan Mei, who had originally seen the masked woman seriously injured and surrounded and were about to take the opportunity to escape, suddenly felt the sky spinning.

The next instant, the two collapsed straight to the ground.

The poor scholar who had been beside them all along, protected by them throughout the journey, slowly straightened his body.

"Senior Sister was single-mindedly obsessed with cultivating that 'Blood Form Poison Claw Technique' to great completion. In the end, she was still careless."

The poor scholar shook his head. At this time, the wooden and humble appearance on him had long since vanished without a trace, replaced by coldness, indifference, and extreme confidence.

"Good Junior Brother, stop talking nonsense and act quickly. If you don't act soon, Senior Sister will probably be beaten to death by these villains!" The masked woman forcefully withstood the elder's punch. The blue-black poison qi swirling around her body was almost completely dispersed. Her entire person suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"It seems this old man misjudged. So this poisonous woman killed so many people from my alliance all for you, this scholar."

The black-robed middle-aged man narrowed his eyes. However, as his words fell, he suddenly struck without warning.

The Thousand Leaves Wind-Crushing Palm was quietly executed. The true qi in his body seemed like wind and leaves intertwining, instantly condensing into a two-foot palm print. Wrapped in the momentum of wind and thunder, it directly struck toward the masked woman in a sneak attack.

Clearly, he intended to first eliminate the masked woman who possessed poison techniques, then deal with the scholar.

After all, the scholar's strength was unknown. If he let the two join hands, the situation ahead would be difficult to control.

"Senior Sister, be careful. Block this move without dying and you'll be safe!"

The scholar suddenly spoke with a smile, while the masked woman's face turned iron-blue.

Just blocking the elder's punch had already made her injuries worse. Adding the black-robed middle-aged man's palm strike would probably cost her another half of her life.

"You're really something. In the future, Senior Sister won't be able to protect you anymore. You're on your own!"

The masked woman spoke through gritted teeth. Her hands mobilized all the remaining true qi in her dantian, condensing it on her clawed hands to desperately resist that two-foot palm print capable of splitting mountains and cracking stones.

At the same time, the black-robed middle-aged man and the other two elders seemed to sense something, their expressions all changing drastically.

They suddenly discovered that their bodies had somehow begun to become extremely stiff.

The circulation of true qi in their dantian meridians also became extremely sluggish. Their limbs, bones, and muscles seemed to encounter a powerful resistance from some unknown source, making it difficult for them to move according to their own will.

"What's going on?!"

The black-robed middle-aged man's eyes showed terror. He could be very certain he wasn't poisoned, but he couldn't understand what problem had occurred with his current condition.

For a moment, he and the other two elders all looked together toward that poor scholar who had yet to make a move from beginning to end.

Facing the gazes cast by the three, a mocking smile appeared on the scholar's gaunt, sallow face.

Then he suddenly grasped with his five fingers spread wide. Threads of true qi took form and scattered from his fingers.

The black-robed middle-aged man and the two elders immediately widened their eyes. They saw transparent threads appearing from the air, densely connecting their bodies and the scholar's fingers.

The scholar merely lightly hooked his little finger, and one elder's arms raised up uncontrollably.

The next moment, the elder raised his fists and smashed them down toward his own head.

Although the elder desperately circulated the martial Dao true qi in his body, attempting to break these densely packed threads connected to his body.

He simply couldn't do it!

Because at this moment, the martial Dao true qi in his body was also controlled by those threads. The martial Dao true qi he had originally obtained through day and night circulation seemed to no longer belong to him.

"It's actually the Formless Puppet Technique."

Outside the mountain valley, Cang Yinyue saw this scene and immediately exclaimed in surprise.

Seeing Li Musheng beside her cast his gaze over, she explained in a low voice, "The Formless Puppet Technique originates from the 'Formless Divine Canon,' and the Formless Divine Canon was the highest martial arts secret manual from a sect called the 'Myriad Forms Demonic Sect' several hundred years ago."

"However, this Myriad Forms Demonic Sect was already exterminated several hundred years ago. In recent years, partial remnant inheritances have occasionally appeared in the martial world, but they haven't caused too many waves."

"The powerful aspect of the Formless Puppet Technique lies in its ability to condense qi into threads, colorless and formless, silently invading the opponent's body and true qi. Moreover, it's extremely difficult to discover. Once controlled, life and death are also controlled."

Saying this, Cang Yinyue turned to look into the mountain valley.

At this time, under the scholar's manipulation, the black-robed middle-aged man and the two elders were all uncontrollably mutilating themselves.

Although all three were Master-level martial Dao experts, and because they had schemed to ambush the masked woman, not only had they suffered no injuries, their strength was also barely consumed.

But even so, once controlled by the Formless Puppet Technique, they lost control of themselves and couldn't break free.

Even if they were at full strength, the result would be the same. They couldn't even commit suicide.

"Junior Brother's technique is still more formidable. Unfortunately, my talent isn't enough. Otherwise, Master wouldn't have only taught me poison techniques."

The masked woman dragged her seriously injured body to the scholar's side.

The scholar's fingertips moved, manipulating the black-robed middle-aged man to strike a palm on another elder's face, slapping half his face until the facial bones caved in, flesh and blood mangled.

The other elder punched the black-robed middle-aged man's shoulder, smashing his entire scapula out of shape, creating a bloody pit.

"Don't say Junior Brother didn't help you get revenge. Are you satisfied with this?"

The scholar turned his head to look at the masked woman, a smile at the corners of his eyes.

The masked woman's gaze coldly stared at the three people. She casually tore off her veil, revealing the blue-black hideous scars crisscrossing her face.

She wiped the fresh blood from the corner of her mouth, "If Junior Brother can hand them over to me to cultivate the Blood Form Poison Claw Technique, then I'll be even more satisfied!"

Hearing this, the scholar shook his head, "Don't rush. After I capture those two over there, all these people are Senior Sister's!"

Saying this, the scholar tilted his head, the corners of his mouth carrying a faint smile as he stared directly at Li Musheng and Cang Yinyue.

"Not good!"

Cang Yinyue's expression changed drastically. Just as she was about to take Li Musheng and retreat, she discovered the movements of her hands had suddenly become stiff.

Her mind stirred. A dark shadow was about to drill out from her body while extending toward the soft blade at her waist.

But only halfway through, the shadow suddenly stopped and dispersed. Cang Yinyue's gaze immediately darkened, "I was careless. This is actually the complete Formless Puppet Technique."

She knew something about this Formless Puppet Technique. Over the past several hundred years in the martial world, what had circulated were all incomplete techniques. People executing this technique could only control within a distance not exceeding ten zhang.

But the distance at which this scholar before them executed the Formless Puppet Technique clearly far exceeded ten zhang.