My talisman pen is omnipotent. How should you deal with it?

The red-haired old man was trying his best to resist the flying swords like a storm, and obviously had no time to respond to Li Yuanzhong.

Wen Jing, on the other hand, had been hit by several swords and was sitting on the ground in despair, with the long sword of the middle-aged couple pressed against his throat. At this moment, he had no power to resist.

When she heard what Li Yuanzhong said, she was immediately shocked: "You...you knew it a long time ago?"

Li Yuanzhong glanced at her and said, "Humph, although there are many independent cultivators gathered in my Li Family Village, each of them is a chivalrous and courageous person. How can a scoundrel like you with ulterior motives hide from my eyes?"

Wen Jing's face turned paler and paler. She asked in a trembling voice, "I thought I had hidden it perfectly. How did you know?"

Li Yuanzhong spoke slowly: "Ten years ago, when I first saw you, you were being chased by a level five monster, seriously injured and dying. Your injuries were indeed real, so I didn't doubt you at first.

After spending a few days with you, I felt that you were kind and gentle, and your words and deeds were quite chivalrous, so I invited you to join Lijia Village. You also happily agreed, and everything was very natural, without any flaws.

After you entered the village, I took you to the ancestral hall. From that moment on, I knew you were not a good person. Because there is an ancestral bronze mirror in the ancestral hall that can reflect a person's heart. Although you can deceive my eyes, you can never deceive that bronze mirror! "

Chu Ci, who was standing by, listened quietly. When he heard the word "bronze mirror", he felt a chill in his heart. He suddenly recalled that before Li Yuanzhong took him into the ancestral hall, he had indeed walked under an ancient bronze mirror. It was from then on that Li Yuanzhong told him about the Zhuxian Talisman.

"Then what happened on the seventh day of the seventh month?" Wen Jing asked Li Yuanzhong again with a trembling voice.

Li Yuanzhong's eyes were as cold as ice: "It's fake! My Li family's formation is extremely magical, how could there be any flaws. That was just a smokescreen I deliberately released."

After hearing this, Wen Jing widened her eyes in disbelief, "Fake? What about the bleak events of the great formation that I see every year?"

Li Yuanzhong smiled coldly and continued:

"I have long known that there are many people coveting the secrets of our Li family. As long as these people don't show up, I will not be able to rest in peace. Finally, your appearance gave me an opportunity, and I decided to use the same trick to lure the snake out of its hole."

He paused, as if recalling the days of careful planning:

"I first pretended to be clueless and took you to visit our Li family's protective formation. Then I deliberately lied that from the 7th hour to the 8th hour on the seventh day of the seventh month every year, the formation would absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and its power would be greatly reduced.

Afterwards, I sent Mo Xiu to control the formation to change its form every year, creating the illusion that its power was weakened.

You fell into the trap without checking and passed on this false news. Do you know that every sound transmission note you sent is under my surveillance? "

After hearing this, Wen Jing felt a chill in her heart. She asked in a trembling voice, "What? How did you know about my sound transmission talisman?"

Li Yuanzhong smiled slightly: "My Li family has countless treasures, how can you peek at them. I know everything about your every move and every word. I not only know your identity, but also the identity of the person behind you."

As they were talking, a scream suddenly came from the air, followed by a cloud of blood mist. Chu Ci looked up and saw that a young monk in the north had been killed by the formation, and the blood dyed half the sky red.

Li Yuanzhong took a cold look and continued, "Although I have spread the false news, I don't know exactly when you will attack the formation, so every July 7th, we wait here for ten years. Today, we can finally catch all of you in one fell swoop."

Wen Jing had completely collapsed. She slumped on the ground, her eyes full of despair.

She finally understood that all her plans had been seen by Li Yuanzhong from the very beginning.

Although the red-haired old man in the air was still struggling to resist, facing the power of the formation, his resistance was becoming increasingly weak.

Li Yuanzhong watched all this coldly, with no expression on his face. To him, all this was within his expectations.

Not long after, two more screams were heard in the air, and only the red-haired old man was left struggling.

"Okay, after killing all of you, my Li family will be able to have some peace again." Li Yuanzhong looked up at the sky, his voice calm and indifferent, as if he was talking to the people in the air, or to Wen Jing, or even more like he was talking to himself.

When Wen Jing heard this, her face turned pale: "Yuan Zhong, can you please consider that we have been married for many years..."

However, before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Li Yuanzhong coldly: "I will never let go of anyone who has ill intentions towards the Li family." His voice was firm.

After saying that, he turned to the middle-aged man behind Wen Jing and said, "Brother Yulong, it is inconvenient for me to do this, so I will ask the virtuous couple to do it for me."

The middle-aged man nodded without any hesitation. The tip of the sword in his hand moved, a flash of cold light passed, and Wen Jing's head fell off. Then, he sent out a spiritual power from his hand, killing the opponent's flying soul. The whole process was clean and neat, without a trace of drag.

In the air, the red-haired old man saw this scene, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. He thought that this trip was just to deal with a few foundation-building cultivators, and it would be easy to capture them, but he didn't expect that things would take a sudden turn for the worse, and in the end, they were completely wiped out.

"You old red-haired thief, don't resist. Not to mention that you are a Jindan cultivator, even more than twenty Yuanying ancestors have been killed by my Li family's great formation. I think it's better for you to give up." Li Yuanzhong's voice echoed in the air, full of confidence and domineering.

Upon hearing this, the red-haired old man suddenly laughed out loud, his laughter full of unwillingness and cruelty: "Li Yuanzhong, you are very capable, but it is impossible for you to save my life."

After he finished speaking, he gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind. His right arm suddenly shrank rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, only a layer of dry skin remained. With this change, the old man's face became completely bloodless, looking extremely terrifying.

At the same time, a red mist flashed around him, temporarily blocking the attack of the flying sword in the air.

Then, his other arm also shrank rapidly. With a bang, the old man disappeared on the spot, and then suddenly appeared several miles away.

But the flying swords in the sky were not so easy to dodge. They seemed to have spirits and all enveloped the old man.

Seeing this, the red-haired old man used the same trick again, and his left and right legs also shrank rapidly. With these two blows, only a torso was left, but he finally escaped the attack range of the formation.

"Oh no, Blood Escape Technique!" Li Yuanzhong was shocked when he saw it, and his face instantly became solemn. He knew the power of this spell. Once it was successfully performed, the opponent could escape in a short time, but the price to pay was also very high, almost like exchanging life for life.