Chapter 229 Formation Genius Before this, she had noticed this barrier, but she had too little time to study the defensive measures of the ship, so she only took a quick glance when passing by. Now that I look at it closely, my heart, which had been hanging in the air, seems to relax a little. The master is worthy of being a master. What he taught her and passed on to her are all real knowledge and skills, without any water. The structure of this formation, with one ring inside another and the application of various basic formations, was so dazzling that Zhou Ling was almost dazzled. However, no matter how chaotically it was broken down and reorganized, it was all mentioned and explained in the notes that her master had given her in the book, the so-called logical chain of the formation. In just a short moment, Zhou Ling's little head worked very quickly. He carefully observed the structure of the array base and the application of the structure. Then he analyzed the techniques commonly used by his master in his mind, and followed a logical chain that could be sorted out. He soon found the pattern. Once you understand the pattern, the next thing will not be difficult. It is nothing more than boring calculation and reasoning. She checked for leaks, reconnected broken limbs, and completed the incomplete basic structure of the formation. As long as her repair speed was faster than the speed of destruction, she could always hold on for a little longer if she gritted her teeth. Mo Wang, holding a long sword and ready for battle, looked at his little niece in surprise. He was able to repair the defensive formation made by her master, and the speed of repair was not slow. Although it was still not as fast as the speed of destruction, if she continued like this, she could at least buy half an incense stick of time. My junior brother is not a person who does things without measure. He knows that he is too arrogant and will definitely find ways to make up for it in time. No matter how he was lured away from the mountain, he could make a counterattack and rush back to save his beloved little disciple and, by the way, his dear senior brother.
Looking at the little girl who was trying her best to repair the formation, Mo Wang forgot about the danger he was in and couldn't help but marvel at it. His attainments in formations were not low, but were less than one-third of his junior's. After all, the title of mad genius was not given for nothing. His brain was different from others. His thinking was unconventional and his ideas were novel. He could handle all kinds of formations that people could think of and could not think of. He didn't expect that the disciple he personally handed over, who had only been officially his disciple for a short time, had gradually begun to show his shadow. He's a little genius in formation. It is these disciples, they are the future of the sect, and they are the treasures that he must protect at all costs! The defensive barrier seemed to be about to collapse, and at this moment, Mo Wang turned his wrist, and the long sword flashed with silver light, as if it was just beginning to show its cold edge. It also seems that he is determined to protect little Zhou Ling even at the cost of his life! The real owner of the Hengyue Sword is a huge secret that only he, his junior fellow apprentice, Zhou Ling and her mother know. Before Zhou Ling's strength grows, before she can shoulder the responsibility of saving the world, no matter what, nothing can happen to her. At this moment, the justice and responsibility he shouldered overcame his most primitive fear of death. Zhou Ling also quickly noticed this. The way the master looked at her and the aura he exuded seemed different. His fearless attitude of facing death was clearly revealed on his face. Even the dogs passing by would shake their heads and think what a pity that a good person is going to die. Coincidentally, the brush in his hand used to fill the formation also split. Zhou Ling didn't bother to think about treason or insubordination. The most urgent thing now was to interrupt his uncle's ominous idea. Just heard a whoosh sound! Mo Wang reacted very quickly, thinking that the barrier was broken and the enemy was attacking. Without thinking, he swung his sword and split the brush in half. "Uncle Master! Wake up! If you have time, come and help me pass a spirit stone!" It is indeed a bit difficult to ask for help from elders, but this uncle-master is now obsessed with self-sacrifice. Besides, she is the only one in the entire ship who can repair the formation. The uncle-master is free now and has time to think about random things, so he might as well come over and help her pass something so that the formation can be repaired quickly. Although a disaster is imminent, Zhou Ling always has a vague premonition. She had experienced this kind of disaster many times, and she was able to escape danger every time, including this time. There is no need to mention much about the fighting power of my master. Although his cultivation has now stopped at the stage of Nascent Soul, it is only because the highest level of cultivation in this world can only reach the stage of Nascent Soul. As long as she could hold on to the ship long enough to wait for her master to come back, the hundred or so Nascent Soul cultivators who were attacking the floor would be like small shrimps in a net bag and could be easily picked up by her master and thrown far away! "coming!"
Interrupted by his junior apprentice nephew's shout and the action of throwing the brush, Mo Wang suddenly came to his senses. What was he thinking about just now? It is true that nothing can happen to Zhou Ling, but hasn’t it come to that point yet? The little girl's hands were so busy that afterimages were left as she tried her best to repair the formation, while her mother was beside her, helping her by passing things and assisting in an effort to speed up the repair of the formation. But what about him? Damn it, the fight hasn’t even started yet and I’m already thinking about my future. How unlucky! He howled in response, then rushed to his niece, sword in hand, observing and listening carefully to her needs. His hand was not vague at all when it came to handing things over, and his movements were quick and decisive. The leader is worthy of being the leader. He must have worked hard to get to this position. He is meticulous and can do even the smallest things to perfection. Before Zhou Ling will need a tool, he can almost always predict it, and then make preparations in advance so that Zhou Ling can take over quickly and continue working. One person repairs it, two people help, shouldn't it be easy to take down such a small formation? The hundreds of Nascent Souls who were attacking the barrier with all their might, trying to break through the defense and then kill all the people inside, were almost staring with excitement as they fought. What was going on? After finally getting close to the damaged barrier, it was actually repairing itself? Wasn’t the guy named Long from Wandao Sect transferred away? Apart from him, who else can repair the formation he set up with his own hands? Could it be the leader of Wan Dao Sect? Anything produced by the master must be of the highest quality. The defensive barrier on this ship is a one-way mirror. People inside can see outside, but people outside cannot see inside. Therefore, people who don’t know the situation inside are basically just guessing. But now, in a situation involving life and death, how could they afford to make blind guesses? "Before that Long guy gets back, attack with all your might! If you can't break this barrier, you will all die!" The man who took the lead in besieging the building ship could not bear it any longer, and uttered a fierce threat, bringing all the distracted Nascent Souls back to their senses. Although they have tried their best to break through, human potential is infinite, especially in the face of the threat of death, it can always be increased a little bit. (End of this chapter)