The waste she became the first array mage

My father persisted for so long just because he thought that my mother might still be alive and he wanted to hold on to see her.

"Uncle, I accidentally... became her disciple." When Li Yirou heard this, the pain in her heart had begun to numb.

The pain of family separation and death was not enough, but there was also torture.

"Didn't she accept two male disciples?" Wen Huaiyu listened to her general account of her experience again. Why did Xiaorou have such a hard life?

That was my brother and sister-in-law's child, the son of two Nascent Soul cultivators! He should have grown up in pampered love!

"I'm going to kill her!" Wen Huaiyu couldn't bear it any longer, and was about to leave by teleportation to challenge Meng Qingzhou for a life-and-death duel.

"You can't beat him."

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Although this is true, my niece was a little too direct.

Although she looks weak, she is fearless and speaks frankly, which really makes her look like her brother.

Back then, Wen Huailiang relied on this kind of temperament to attract people's contempt. His words would also anger people, always making them forget his strength as the number one swordsman and unable to resist competing with him.

In the end, he was defeated by this seemingly weak swordsman...

Li Yirou was so similar to him that Wen Huaiyu felt even more upset. He couldn't help but sigh, "Xiaorou is like my elder brother..."

He was useless and couldn't beat Meng Qingzhou, otherwise he would have avenged his brother and sister-in-law's family long ago.

It’s just that Meng Qingzhou... Well, every time he tried to provoke her, she would just defend herself.

She accepted his attacks again and again, trapping him in her formation without killing him. She just said, "Hate me if you want."

Wen Huaiyu had no choice but to hate.

After all, she was also doing it for the world of cultivation, which made him feel deeply powerless at the same time.

"Don't go looking for Meng Qingzhou again. If she finds out, she will use you to fill the formation seal again."

Wen Huaiyu would rather the entire cultivation world be buried with him.

My sister-in-law said that using humans as the base of the formation is just a temporary solution and it will only drag on for a few decades at most, and one day everything will fall.

It is better to practice hard and fight the demon clan head-on.

However, most monks who have the ability to make decisions want to delay it, just sacrificing a baby.

But after fighting for so many years, Wen Huaiyu has not seen them take any measures or find any turning point.

After listening to him, Li Yirou still shook her head. She couldn't escape for the time being.

"Uncle, please accompany me to Wuji City."

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"Master, you accidentally asked me to put away the Bloodline Soul-Guiding Lamp that day." Li Yirou still looked obedient in front of her.

"Well, tomorrow I will hold a disciple-taking ceremony for your senior sister. You should prepare well and help welcome the guests." Meng Qingzhou touched the top of her head, causing her body to stiffen.

"Yes." Li Yirou said, and retreated respectfully.

Meng Qingzhou took out the blood lamp, looked at the last bit of soul left in Wen Huailiang's clone, and burned it to ashes.

A light red line flowed out from the soul and pointed towards the direction of Wuji City.

Meng Qingzhou saw that the landing point was the Goddess Temple and was silent for a moment. She had already thought in her heart that it might be that person again, but she still chased after him.

"Ancestor Tiancun often comes to the Goddess Temple to worship. Do you really think you are the goddess's successor?" Wen Huaiyu said sarcastically.

"Huaiyu, Mantian is gone too." She finally believed that Shi Mantian was dead. Their child was gone, and Shi Mantian's spiritual power was severely damaged. She wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

"Oh, isn't this the result you wanted?!" Wen Huaiyu's eyes were still filled with familiar resentment, "If it weren't for you, how could my brother and sister-in-law be so defenseless!"

"It's you. Their deaths are all caused by you! Your hands are already stained with their family's blood!"

“Even your identity as a boundary guardian, everything you can enjoy today, was snatched from my sister-in-law!

As long as she is here, you, Meng Qingzhou, will always be second!"

Meng Qingzhou lowered his eyes, and when he looked up again, he was still calm.

"What you said is true. But I have no selfish motives." She didn't care much about the first and second ones.

Wen Huaiyu was angry when he saw her indifferent look. How could she look so nonchalant! How could she act as if nothing had happened!

He couldn't bear it any longer and attacked with his sword. Even if he could only cut her once, it would allow him to vent his anger.

"Master?" Li Yirou seemed very surprised. She came here to burn incense, but how come the master appeared out of nowhere?

"Are you competing?" The spiritual energy in the Goddess Temple was thin and could not be restored, so it was not a suitable battlefield.

Li Yirou looked at her uncle who was trapped in the formation. Meng Qingzhou had originally set up an isolation formation, but when he saw her, he took the initiative to lead her into the formation.

Wen Huaiyu, a swordsman, was like climbing a tower and passing levels. As soon as he broke through one layer of formation, another layer would appear, and it was endless.

After all, Master is in the late Nascent Soul stage, while Wen Huaiyu is only in the early stage.

This gap is like a chasm and cannot be easily crossed.

Is this the formation master in the world of cultivation? A formation master in the late stage can be said to be a terrifying existence.

A sword cultivator already has the strength to crush those of the same level, and a formation master, after reaching the Nascent Soul stage, can even create a formation with just a flick of his fingers, and can easily defeat many enemies alone.

On one side was his uncle who was trying hard to break through the formation, and on the opposite side was Meng Qingzhou who was defending without hurting him at all. He even had enough energy to pay attention to Li Yiru and protect the Goddess Temple from being destroyed by spiritual power.

She felt depressed and couldn't bear to watch, so she lowered her eyes.

"Xiaoye, watch carefully." She spoke suddenly, causing Li Yirou's heart to skip a beat.

"Although he is a Yuanying sword cultivator, much superior to you, you can still learn a little bit of defense from him."

Li Yirou nodded quickly. She had something on her mind and was like a frightened bird. A simple call made her extremely nervous.

Meng Qingzhou asked her to study, but she thought he saw through something.

"Master, how do you set the center of your isolation defense formation?" The uncle has been trying hard to find the center of the formation, but Meng Qingzhou's formation center keeps changing, making it difficult to break through with one sword.

Meng Qingzhou suddenly grabbed her wrist and injected a stream of spiritual power into her meridians. Following her guidance, Li Yirou gradually felt how the spiritual power she set up in the formation was distributed and how the center of the formation changed.

A light sweat appeared on her palms. She closed her mind tightly and carefully accepted Meng Qingzhou's guidance.

The vast spiritual power of a Nascent Soul cultivator made her meridians tremble, and she could clearly sense every sword attack from her uncle.

The uncle was very strong, but Meng Qingzhou was even stronger. Her formation could completely contain him, allowing him to struggle on his own.

Part of the spiritual power generated by each of his attacks was transformed by her and used to strengthen her own formation.

Li Yirou believed that if she did not want to kill her uncle, this spiritual power would not only be used for defense, but would directly form a killing formation.

Even though she is a Nascent Soul cultivator, Meng Qingzhou still remembers to use the opponent's force to her advantage. She really uses every bit of spiritual power in the formation to the utmost to consume Wen Huaiyu.