Xuantian 1: Ancient Xuandongtian

Chapter 247 Dark Spirit Blood Escape!
After confirming that all eleven people were dead, the cloaked figure quickly gathered them into a row.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven"

"Fifteen! Sixteen!"

After calculating the timing precisely, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and he immediately drew a knife and swung it at the necks of a row of corpses.

puff!
puff!puff!
Instantly, the heads of eleven people were separated, and blood spurted three feet away from the severed necks.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven"

"thirty!"

He silently chanted for a while, and when he counted to thirty, he quickly took out more than ten talismans and swiftly stuck them on the eleven heads.

Soul-Sealing Talisman!
After doing all this, the man finally let out a weary sigh of relief.

She removed her cloak, revealing her face.

It was Mu Hanchan who had returned from Fenghong Mountain.

He was already extremely anxious and distressed by this trip to Yunxi Sect, and on the way back, he was repeatedly provoked by this group of people.

I thought that if I waited a while, things would be fine.

But for some reason, I suddenly didn't want to endure it anymore.

After letting out a sigh of relief, he did not slack off at all. He put the eleven heads into his storage bag and was about to leave when he found that the spatial restriction above his head was unbreakable.

So he hardened his heart and bit his finger until it bled.

He formed a hand seal and silently chanted, "Blood Shark Charge!"

Immediately, the person rushed towards the weak point of the formation like a shark in the sea.

boom!
A low, rumbling sound rang out, as if a hole had been torn open.

Then, after the figure had fled a hundred feet, the spatial restriction collapsed with a roar.

Mu Hanchan was flying at a constant, low speed, yet as fast as possible, skimming close to the tree trunk.

He knew that this group of people were not ordinary.

Judging from a glance, there are at least 140 earth-grade magical artifacts on his body and equipment.

Even if you convert it to 70 spirit stones per piece, it's still worth tens of thousands of spirit stones.

He even vaguely sensed some strange fluctuations in spiritual energy.

As expected, these people should still possess at least a mid-grade spiritual artifact.

Or perhaps they have some other trump card to save their lives, which remains unknown.

So either don't do it at all, or do it ruthlessly.

And this ruthlessness was unprecedented in his more than twenty years of life.

In fact, Mu Hanchan was also very clear about this.
Killing these people is not the wisest option.

But to reiterate, he suddenly didn't want to endure it anymore.

Not long after Mu Hanchan escaped, a cultivator at the ninth level of the Spirit Condensation Realm returned.

He then reported from afar: "Young master, this old servant has brought back the honey water."

He stopped halfway through his sentence.

He witnessed a scene that deeply disturbed him.

A group of people stood neatly arranged on the ground, their heads severed and nowhere to be found.

The blood stained the soil beneath him.

The ritual implements and storage bag are still there, even intact.

Two of the girls were headless corpses, but their clothes were intact.

"Oh my god! Something's happened again!"

Even with a thousand coincidences, the old cultivator never expected that within the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn, this group of ancestors would perish so quickly.

"who is it?"

"Who on earth has ruined my path to immortality?"

The old monk's eyes were bloodshot and filled with rage.

He felt no sympathy or regret for the untimely deaths of these arrogant young people, and he knew in his heart that they would encounter setbacks sooner or later.

But I never expected that this setback would cost me my life, and it happened so quickly.

A brat can die, but not when he's protecting the Dharma.

I had hoped to use this mission to exchange for a fourth-tier Annihilation Pill when I returned to my sect, laying the foundation for my future breakthrough to the Spirit Pill realm.

But as these ancestors were separated from their bodies,
The hope of obtaining the elixir vanished.

Not only that, he will also be severely punished, which can be described as having extremely serious consequences.

"No matter who you are, you dare to ruin my path to immortality!"

After pondering for a moment, the old cultivator examined the broken formation and quickly made a judgment.

"The weak point of the formation is in the southeast, Qian in the south, Kun in the north, Li in the east, Kan in the west, and Dui in the southeast. The southeast should have been the area for male cultivators, but female cultivators were used instead, which made it the weak point."

"Twenty degrees southeast!"

In less than a dozen breaths, the old cultivator made his judgment.

Then they quickly gave chase.

It seems that none of those who have survived nine deaths and one life at the ninth level of the Spirit Condensation Realm are ordinary people.

But before giving chase, he hesitated for a while, then sent a deep yellow high-level sound transmission talisman eastward. Mu Hanchan was flying at a low speed, yet trying to fly as fast as possible at low altitude.

Every sixty breaths, he would pause briefly, and then after fifteen breaths, he would fly away again.

He dared not stop.

He could guess that such a group of teenagers couldn't possibly be here alone.

Sure enough, an hour later, Mu Hanchan sensed a powerful aura behind her.

"not good!"

He quickly continued flying forward.

Sensing the presence behind him, they immediately tried to pinpoint his aura.

"Eh?"

"This person's spiritual energy aura is impossible to lock onto?" The old cultivator at the ninth level of the Spirit Condensation Realm shook his head in disbelief, utterly puzzled.

He could only determine the general direction and chased after it.

Since precise targeting is not possible, the pursuit efficiency is naturally low because there is positioning deviation, which needs to be corrected periodically.

Even so, after three incense sticks had burned, the cultivators behind them were getting closer and closer.

"Mid-stage Spirit Realm?"

The old monk looked puzzled.

This doubt caused them to slow down their pursuit.

"That's impossible. To kill so many masters, one must be at least at the seventh level of the Spirit Condensation Realm."

"Did I chase the wrong person? Then why did he run away?"

"Oh well, never mind, let's catch up and interrogate them first."

So they sped up and gave chase.

Mu Hanchan had considered waiting in place and trying to get away with it.

But he didn't dare to gamble.

What if we can't get through it?
Therefore, if you can run, run; never take any chances.

Seeing that the cultivators in the Spirit Realm ahead were fleeing even faster, the old cultivator hurriedly accelerated, even briefly accelerating at a high intensity, causing his aura to become slightly unstable.

"Stop right there, young man!"

The deep voice was transmitted through sound transmission techniques to a distance of a hundred feet.

The other party ignored them.

The old cultivator gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and chased after it at two-thirds the speed of sound.

In an instant, the distance shrank from a hundred feet to a few dozen feet.

"Hmph! I'd like to see if your spiritual power, as a mid-stage Spirit Realm cultivator, is more abundant than mine at the ninth level of Spirit Condensation."

With that thought in mind, he accelerated the circulation of his spiritual energy.

But this is pretty much his limit.

After all, he hadn't reached the Spirit Core Realm yet, and hadn't even reached the peak of the Spirit Condensation Realm.

During brief aerial flights, the speed is usually one-third or even one-fifth of the speed of sound.

But the person in front didn't even turn around and sped up again.

"Blood Escape!"

The person in front seemed to have bitten their finger and activated a secret technique, instantly increasing their speed significantly.

The old cultivator, still shocked, persisted in his pursuit.

But when he heard the booming explosions, he finally froze, no longer using his spiritual power, and let his body fly and glide to the ground freely.

Then he stared blankly ahead.

He muttered in shock, "Sonic boom? No, that's impossible!"

But the facts before him forced him to believe it.

three days later.

A sect in the east.

"Something terrible has happened! News has come from the Midwest that several young masters have perished in the Three Clouds Lands!"

The news was passed back to the sect.

Those who heard this were immediately horrified, and then continued to relay the message.

We arrived at the ancestral hall.

The group hurriedly checked the spirit tablet and the soul lamp.

"Who the hell cursed the young masters? The soul lamp is burning just fine, isn't it?" said a middle-aged cultivator at the peak of the Spirit Condensation Realm.

"It must be that the old cultivator who was protecting the young masters wasn't keeping a tight mouth, right?"

"Heh! We'll confront him when he gets back."

"That guy is definitely after an Annihilation Pill."

"It's true he wants the Nirvana Pill, but why would he spread such false information? What benefit would it bring him?"

"Everyone is after the Nirvana Pill, which is essential for breaking through to the Spirit Pill Realm."