Peerless Taoist

The entire Cold Bamboo Continent trembled slightly.    

At that instant, all the cultivators in the Frost Bamboo Province raised their heads and looked at the sky.    

"What's going on?"    

"Why is the spiritual energy in the surroundings so chaotic?"    

Some cultivators flew into the sky and looked around to see what was going on.    

However, when they saw the scene in front of them, their expressions suddenly changed. "This... this is!"    

They saw countless dragon-pulse breaking out of the ground and roaring towards the sky!    

The tens of thousands of cultivators and sects in the Frost Bamboo Province heard the shout, and the dragon veins of the sects were all attracted by the formation.    

Tens of thousands of dragon-pulses turned their heads toward Long Wuji and let out ear-piercing roars.    

"Trying to scheme against me?" Long Wuji gradually regained his senses.    

He was an Itinerant Immortal. Even though he had suffered a backlash from using the Imperial Decree just now, he was still able to recover in just a few breaths of time.    

"Don't talk about these few mere dragon-pulses. Even if you gather all the dragon-pulse in the Middle Land, you still won't be a match for me!" A cold light flashed in Long Wuji's eyes as he cast a spell to isolate the dragon-pulse from the outside world.    

The reason why Lu Yu went around in circles with him for the past month was all because he wanted to leave behind a small formation in the vicinity of every sect.    

In Lu Yu's mind, he could sense the dragon-pulse gathering from all directions.    

"Trapping Dragon, suppress and kill!" Lu Yu pointed at Long Wuji and pressed down again!    

In an instant, the tens of thousands of dragon-pulses in the surroundings lunged at Long Wuji once again under Lu Yu's control.    

"It's just a small formation. I don't even care about the Divine Masters of your Lingxiao Sect. Who do you think you are?!" A golden longsword appeared in Long Wuji's hand, and he slashed in all directions.    

The golden longsword technique took a few breaths' time, and it became more than thirty feet long. The sword light flashed past, and a few dragon-pulses heads instantly fell to the ground.    

Puff! Puff! Puff!    

These dragon-pulses could not even last for fifteen minutes in front of Long Wuji.    

Countless dragon heads fell to the ground. Long Wuji walked towards Lu Yu step by step.    

"You're just an ant, yet you want to be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot?" A hint of ridicule flashed across Long Wuji's eyes.    

Ten thousand dragon-pulse, all dead!    

Long Wuji stepped on the strong wind and slowly walked over.    

Along with Long Wuji's arrival, the pressure of the Immortal Realm instantly descended, making people unable to have any thoughts of resisting from the bottom of their hearts.    

"It's not over yet." Lu Yu gritted his teeth and retreated backwards, putting some distance between him and Long Wuji.    

The bones in his body kept making gurgling sounds under the tremendous pressure. However, Lu Yu's expression didn't change. He pointed his finger at Long Wuji once more.    

"Trapping Dragon, rise again!"    

Following Lu Yu's shout, the dragon-pulse that was chopped into pieces on the ground once again roared and charged into the soil!    

This time, 20,000 dragon-pulse!    

"It's a bit more than before, but it's still just an ant." Long Wuji coldly harrumphed, and once again slashed at the dragon-pulse with his sword.    

This time, it took Long Wuji the time for an incense stick to burn to completely destroy all the dragon-pulse.    

"Among them, there is his formation eye!" Long Wuji immediately discovered the location of the eye of the formation.    

With a slash of his sword, the dragon-pulse that acted as the eye of the formation instantly shattered into pieces.    

With the eye of the formation removed, the entire formation lost its last bit of energy and collapsed with a loud bang.    

"Without the formation, let's see what else you can do!" Long Wuji was truly enraged.    

In his eyes, this youth before him could be crushed to death in the blink of an eye!    

However, he had actually wasted so much time.    

Under the powerful pressure, Lu Yu kept retreating, but his eyes were fixed on Long Wuji.    

"Who said that my formation is gone?" Lu Yu said in a flat tone.    

Following Lu Yu's voice, the originally extinct dragon-pulse was revived once again!    

Forty thousand dragon-pulse opened their cold eyes and looked at Long Wuji!