ebookland Chapter 324 Catching a turtle in a urn
Chapter 324 Catching a turtle in a urn
Qin Xiao pondered, his eyebrows slightly raised, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then turned into a sneer: "Fellow Daoist Wu has a good plan, but this method is too overbearing. If you really act in this way, I am afraid that those innocent cultivators will be forced into a desperate situation by you."
Wu Feipeng smiled slightly, his eyes were still gentle, but revealed an unquestionable firmness: "Fellow Daoist Qin, you are worrying too much. Although the phantom demons are good at disguise, they are evil creatures after all. It is difficult to change their nature. With just a little pressure, they will reveal their flaws... As for the innocent cultivators... I know my limits and will not hurt the innocent."
After he finished speaking, he flicked his fingertips lightly, and the reflection in the mirror swayed slightly, as if the surface of the water was wrinkled by the wind.
Wu Feipeng whispered, "The phantom demons hide in people's hearts, using the mirror as a medium to slip into the realm of reality. If we pursue them blindly, we will fall into their trap. It is better to wait for them to tire themselves out and force them to lose their composure."
Qin Xiao snorted coldly and stood with his arms folded: "It's easy to say, if it's true as you said, how could the phantom demons just sit there and wait for death? They are extremely cunning, and if you are not careful, they will backfire on you." The outside world also says that their Guizheng Division is cruel and ruthless, but compared to this guy, they are nothing.
Wu Feipeng did not answer, but slowly raised his hand, and a faint light condensed in his palm, like the first light of dawn.
He whispered, "The phantom demons are good at disguise, but because of this, they are most afraid of being exposed." Wu Feipeng's tone was calm, but every word was as sharp as a knife, "We just need to set up a trap to force them to lose their composure."
Before he finished speaking, the spiritual light in his palm suddenly expanded and turned into countless fine threads of light, spreading in all directions. Wherever the threads of light passed, a faint hissing sound could be heard in the air, as if something was struggling.
Seeing this, Qin Xiao's expression froze slightly, and he whispered, "You are... using spiritual power as a net to force them to show up?"
Wu Feipeng nodded, his eyes still calm: "That's right, the phantom demons are hiding in the dark, we will use the light as a blade to force them to the brink of death, if they want to survive, they can only escape into the mirror. Then, we only need to wait and destroy them in one fell swoop."
The two men looked at each other, then each spread out their bodies, each leading their own men, and rushed into the depths of the mirror maze. The spiritual light was like a net, covering the surrounding area. Wu Feipeng's eyes were as fast as lightning, and the spiritual light flashed on his fingertips. He waited for the prey to fall into the trap and catch the turtle in the urn.
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"Are all the disciples of the Discipline Hall crazy?!"
"Is Guizhengsi really so unscrupulous?!"
"How can you arrest people without any reason?!"
"I'm not a phantom demon!"
"Even if you are disciples of the Wenxian Sect/Piaomiao Valley, there is no reason to arrest people randomly!"
The Discipline Hall is connected to the Rules and Regulations Department. They have the most abundant "Immortal Binding Ropes" to control their movements, so they can be said to be pushing their way forward. No matter who they meet on the road, they will catch and tie up anyone they meet. For a while, complaints were heard everywhere.
"Since when did the Discipline Hall become an accomplice to the evil, colluding with the Discipline Department!"
Qin Xiao: “???” Is this description correct?! What happened to their Regulation Department?! What happened?!
The lost Yu Shuoyang and Wang Yanzhi were also tied up and sitting cross-legged at this time. They were quite comfortable and had the leisure to talk to Zhang Miao and others who were also tied up next door.
"Captain, why are you tied up too? Can't the Discipline Hall identify you?"
"How did the captain get caught?"
Zhang Miao lazily opened his eyelids, speechless at the two people who were obviously trying to eat melons.
Yan Zhou looked at Wu Feipeng without any anxiety: "I think Brother Wu Dao must have some way to tell the difference. Otherwise, tying us up like this is not a good idea."
Facing many gazes, Wu Feipeng smiled without saying anything, but Qin Xiao sneered.
"What's the solution? If you can identify them, let them go. If you can't identify them, tie them up. If they are suspicious, kill them. What solution do you want?"
He spoke like a nonchalant devil, causing everyone's heart to tremble.
Wu Feipeng did not respond, but only said: "In the next quarter of an hour, tell me about the abnormalities of the people you know. If you are questioned, you can refute it. If you can't answer it..."
Everyone was immediately unhappy.
"This is sheer nonsense!"
"What do you take us for?!"
"You are totally disrespecting human ethics!"
"If you ask me, we should all keep quiet! Can they still get rid of us all?!"
Zhang Miao glanced at the man and said, "You can't even tell a few words from what others are saying. Is it because you don't understand anything? Are you trying to use us as a cover? I think you are the most suspicious."
The man felt everyone's eyes on him and choked: "Who said that!"
The scene was in chaos for a moment. Everyone was tied up by the immortal ropes. Although they were angry, they could do nothing about it.
Wu Feipeng's tone was still gentle: "My fellow Taoists, please be patient. Although this is a bit offensive, it is also a helpless move. The phantom demon is good at disguise. If it is not like this, it will be difficult to distinguish."
Qin Xiao stood with his arms folded, a hint of sarcasm on his face: "Why? If you are innocent, why are you afraid of a try? Do you have something to hide?"
After these words were spoken, although everyone was still dissatisfied, they gradually calmed down.
Duan Jiashu stood aside and said, "Start identifying now. If you see anything unusual, please speak up."
In the crowd, a monk suddenly looked at the person next to him and said hurriedly: "Him! His eyes flickered and his behavior was weird just now. He must be a phantom demon!"
The person being pointed out suddenly looked unhappy and quickly explained: "What nonsense are you talking about! I'm just nervous!"
"And she... When she spoke to me just now, her tone was very different from usual, and her eyes were empty, as if there was something strange."
The woman turned pale when she heard this and shook her head hastily: "I... I'm just disturbed, not a phantom demon!"
"Junior Brother Li was possessed by the devil while practicing sword three days ago!" A monk in green robes suddenly screamed, veins popping out of his neck, "He even remembered three moves of our sect's sword formula incorrectly!"
The young man in gray who was pointed out raised his head suddenly: "Bullshit! It was you who stole my Qingxin Pill--"
For a time, accusations of each other were flying everywhere, and there were people who felt that as long as they pointed out others, they could clear themselves of suspicion.
Wu Feipeng and others were somewhat surprised: their original intention was to disrupt the scene, and they didn't care whether the words were true or not, but they didn't expect everyone to become so angry and the situation was somewhat out of control for a while.
Fortunately, the progress is still going according to their plan.
The spiritual net spread silently, and thin rays of light hung down from the dome, like a cage woven by moonlight.
The monks who were bound by the Immortal Binding Rope were shrouded in spiritual light. Some of them had pale faces, some had bloodshot eyes, and some stared at their companions beside them, with turbid gasps rolling in their throats.
Seeing some people, gasping for breath, and about to argue, Qin Xiao had already sneered and made hand gestures.
The spiritual net suddenly shrank, and thousands of threads of light turned into fine snow and fell down. Everyone felt a chill in their throat, as if a sharp blade was against their neck.