Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 393 Black-Faced Evil Spirit
"Leave him alive, don't kill him."

Xu Yuanchang stopped him. He still wanted to keep the demon ape alive and interrogate him about some things, such as whether there were other demon cultivators who knew about the one-sided grudge between them, so as to be prepared in the future.

The sixth-level soul puppet retracted the wooden spike, and with a punch of flashing magic power, it knocked the ape demon, who was trying to escape by brute force, to the ground.

Xu Yuanchang had already flown here. Without a word, he threw the miserable and severely injured demon ape, which was begging for mercy and wanting to exchange its life for the treasure, into the magic glass mirror. Now that the dust had settled, he was relieved.

We must not give the monsters that have cultivated both magic and body the slightest chance to take advantage. Any negligence may lead to all our efforts being wasted.

Then he put the soul puppet into the magic mirror and let it deal with the big monster in the jar.

With the data of Zhai Yan's previous underground escape as a reference, he calculated the distance, and then quickly arranged two incarnations, scattered eight fourth-order bean soldiers, and injected a soul-replenishing talisman into each of them, ordering them to fly to various places, waiting for Zhai Yan to show up.

Underground in the Forgotten Forest, even if one could just waste the talisman and escape underground, one would not be able to run far.

Otherwise it would still be a big trouble. In the forbidden area, spiritual awareness is not convenient. It is very difficult to find the target who has escaped several miles away in the dense forest.

Xu Yuanchang summoned back the avatars and bean soldiers and put them all into the space of the Fantasy Fairy Ring.

The scattered bean soldiers cannot be recovered. They are disposable items and will turn into powder when their energy is exhausted.

He didn't want to leave obvious ghost bean powder here, so he returned to the foot of Solitary Palm Peak, cleared away the traces of the bean soldiers killed by the ape monster, flew to the top of the mountain, collected several storage rings and bracelets from the three charred bodies, and threw all the dropped weapons into the space.

There were only a lot of debris and low-level loot left, which was not cleaned up.

He ate the meat and left some soup for the "passing" monks, asking them to help share some of the responsibility and achieve the effect of confusing the audience.

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, it flew low to the south and disappeared among the trees and mountains.

About a quarter of an hour later, two groups of monks slowly flew towards Solitary Palm Peak from the eastern and northwest hills twenty or thirty miles away. They were so frightened by the huge explosion and flames, as well as the sounds of desperate fighting, that they hid and dared not come out.

None of the people hanging around in the Forgotten Forest are stupid. Based on their experience, they can judge that it is a fight between the human and demon races, and that masters from the Sixth Floor are involved.

They watched the blurry black shadow move away to the south, and only then did they dare to come out and try their luck.

The two sides faced each other warily, and looking at the bloody scene of broken limbs and bodies all over the Solitary Palm Peak, several people's faces changed color. What a cruel method, the demon forces involved in the fight were completely wiped out.

The two sides quickly reached an agreement and each sent one person to pick up the trash in turns.

The seven or eight weapons discarded on the top of the mountain, and more than a dozen storage bags, storage rings and other items were enough for them to share.

If a fight really breaks out, it will be hard to tell who will win in the short term, and it is likely that the other person will gain the upper hand.

No one knows how many monks were alarmed and rushed here secretly?
After dividing the spoils, both sides hurriedly went their separate ways, leaving behind a mess on the top of the mountain.

The cold moon is fading and the mountain wind is bleak.

The roars of wild animals in the mountains and forests can be faintly heard.

After traveling thousands of miles away, Xu Yuanchang circled and chose an uninhabited mountain to settle down. He made some arrangements and released the sixth-level soul puppets and incarnations to protect him. He then escaped into the magic glass mirror. The demon ape's head was broken open and it had already lost its life force.

On the sixth level of the magic mirror, he was able to use his magic power as usual. He stretched out his hand to take a fist-sized demon pill and a black bottle floating in the air, sealed the demon pill in a jade box, and put a sealing talisman on it.

The value of a sixth-stage late-stage demon pill is immeasurable, so he will not sell it and will keep it to exchange for the resources he needs in the future.

A ball of black soul poured out from the bottle, and he looked it up and down with cold eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, please spare my life. I have offended you many times before, but I was blinded by greed. I am willing to use the treasures stored in the cave and my accumulation over thousands of years to exchange for the opportunity to enter the netherworld. I hope that fellow Daoist Xu will be magnanimous."

The demon ape's soul twisted violently and screamed.

He was at the mercy of others and knew that he had no chance of survival, so he settled for the next best thing.

Xu Yuanchang snorted coldly, and a brilliant golden light rose up, covering the black soul that was like fog and smoke. He shouted: "I ask, you answer. If you dare to lie, I will let you taste the pain of soul refining."

The demon ape's soul suddenly became silent. He realized that if he was touched by the golden light, he would be unable to live or die.

"You say, you say, I dare not lie."

"Who did you tell about your visit to the Forgotten Forest? What method did you use to track the creature so that you wouldn't lose it in the vast forest?"

Xu Yuanchang never sympathizes with seemingly pitiful enemies. Everything is his own fault and he brought his own destruction upon himself.

"Zhai wanted to plot against fellow Daoist's soul puppet. This kind of secret matter should not be told to others. Besides, you are temporarily transferred to the Forgotten Forest. Zhai only brought eleven tribesmen with him and did not let other demon cultivators know."

The demon ape spirit pointed at the remains on the ground and said, "Zhai has cultivated a tracking demon bird and kept it in his spirit beast bag. If it can smell your scent, it will chase you into the Forgotten Forest and you won't lose it."

Xu Yuanchang searched the ape's remains and found a spirit beast bag. He wiped off the mark on it and checked it with his spiritual sense. He found a sparrow-sized grey-feathered bird sleeping soundly inside. He said, "Hand over your magical power of turning into a residual shadow to attack."

The demon ape soul did not hesitate and replied: "In the storage bracelet inside the sleeve, there are 'Hurricane Shadow Flash' and the Jade Slip of the Divine Mantra, as well as the secret method of using blood to stimulate the potential of physical cultivation. You can take it."

He did not dare to offend the other party and answered every question. To him, property, magic weapons and secret techniques were all external things and could be given up. He still held on to a glimmer of hope.

Xu Yuanchang found the black bracelet again and spent some time erasing the demon mark on it.

There is eight zhang of space inside the bracelet, with materials, jade boxes, bottles and jars piled up in different categories. In the corners are piled up sparkling spirit stones, roughly estimated to be four or five million. There is also a pile of crystal marrow stones on the side, at least more than ten thousand.

He was an ascended monk who had seen the world, so even if he made a fortune unexpectedly, he remained calm.

He took out the "Hurricane Shadow Flash" jade slip from the bookshelf nearby and glanced at it. He should be able to learn it. It was a residual magical power that had strict requirements on the strength of the body. He must have a fifth-level physique to support it, otherwise he would not be able to withstand the pressure of breaking through the air in a short period of time and would cause damage to himself.

If it were in the outside world, once Hurricane Shadow Flash was used, it would instantly turn into an afterimage and crash into the enemy three to five hundred feet away.

It is a magical secret technique suitable for physical cultivators to launch close-range sneak attacks.

Xu Yuanchang put Yu Jiandan alone into the shelf of the Fantasy Fairy Ring and continued to interrogate him, asking about every detail, even the secrets of Tiandong Peak. Half an hour later, he imprisoned the demon's soul in a bottle and walked out of the Fantasy Glass Mirror.

He temporarily saved Zhai Yan's life as he didn't want his death to trigger an investigation from Tiandong Peak.

After resting for about an hour, the sky suddenly brightened.

Xu Yuanchang changed into a black suit, undid his Taoist bun, wore a sword at his waist, and covered his face with a black mask. He did not use the soul-replenishing talisman, wanting to survive in the chaotic forest and experience the hardships and life-and-death struggles of mortals with his own martial arts.

The soul puppets and avatars were also put away.

After identifying the direction, he walked cautiously towards the west.

A cultivator needs to seek his own experience, and he is currently preparing for the breakthrough. Don't think that you can rest easy just because your cultivation and soul are far superior to those of the same level. There is a huge gap between the sixth and seventh floors, which is far from comparable to the fifth floor to the sixth floor.

At noon, Xu Yuanchang stopped by a stream. He squatted down to wash his hands and was about to drink some water when several sharp arrows shot out from the bushes twenty feet behind him, breaking through the air with a sharp whistling sound that was shocking and piercing.

The sneak attack starts at the moment of relaxation.

He used his hands and feet to push against the ground, and leaped three feet tall, dodging five arrows. He kicked a tree trunk with his foot, changed direction, and dodged another round of arrows.

With a body as nimble as a monkey, he stepped on the tree trunk several times to gain leverage, then pounced on the western hunter who was hiding in the bushes and attacking him.

The man was in the air, and with a clang he drew his sword from its sheath, knocking two sharp arrows away.

He used the sword as a knife and chopped violently, "clang clang clang", and the sharp blades of the three hunting knives and hunting forks were all cut off.

As the cold light passed, two heads with painted faces shot up into the sky, blood splattering.

The three Western barbarian hunters who escaped dropped their knife handles and half of their hunting forks, and crawled towards the woods, running faster than rabbits.

Xu Yuanchang easily avoided the blood and landed on the grass. He did not continue to chase the barbarians. He turned his head to look above the treetops on the right and said, "You watched a lively scene and instigated your barbarians to die. That's enough, isn't it?"

A man in gray flew down from the gap between the trees, holding a black hunting bow in his hand. He laughed and said, "I just want to confirm one thing, have you used up all the soul-replenishing talismans on you? If you had chased after the three barbarian slaves and killed them all, I wouldn't have dared to do it. Unfortunately, you acted too smart and exposed your bluff."

The bow is drawn and the arrows are shot like strings of pearls.

The sharp whistling sound of "Chirp Chirp" shook the forest. The other party was flying in the air, looking down from above.

Xu Yuanchang swung his sword with his backhand and took strange steps, running towards the denser forest on the side, as if he did not dare to confront it.

"Bang, bang, bang." The arrows were like black lightning. They missed the target, but broke down the big trees. Branches and dust rose up in the forest. When the man in gray got closer, he had lost sight of the target.

"Humph, you can't run away. How dare you come to Gu's territory to cause trouble?"

The man in gray snorted, his eyes like a hawk, carefully scanning the area below.

He was unwilling to let a weakling slip away from under his nose, a resource that was delivered to his doorstep.

Half a minute later, the man in gray flew into the messy and fallen forest. Just as he turned around, a sword light slashed down from the treetops towards his head.

The man in gray hurriedly swung the black metal bow to block, "clang", a bright light appeared on his body, and he was knocked to the ground by a huge force. Before he could take out the soul-replenishing talisman, the sword light followed him like a shadow and chopped down again.

"Dang", the hunting bow in the gray-clothed man's hand fell out, and blood gushed out of his mouth and nose.

Only then did he realize that the weakling he wanted to exploit was actually a high-level physical cultivator. The other party was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, deliberately not using the replenishing talisman to lure him into being deceived.

"Senior, have mercy on me..."

"puff!"

Xu Yuanchang mercilessly pierced the man's chest with a sword and threw the man's body into space.

He picked up the hunting bow with two deep scratches on it, examined it, and threw it into the space. It didn't take up any space anyway. If he didn't need it in the future, he could just put it on the table to refine it.

After walking more than twenty miles, he hunted a mountain raccoon, washed and skinned it, started a fire with a fire starter, ate the barbecue, and rested for half an hour.

He was like a lone ranger in the forest, wandering around in a mortal state under forbidden magic. If he encountered an attack from a wild beast, he would kill it and be done with it. If he encountered a sneak attack from a barbarian hunter, he would kill them all without mercy. Some monks could not resist their greed and attacked him, resulting in their own death.

Half a year later, the barbarian hunters in the forest all retreated away when they saw the man wearing a black mask.

Word of mouth spread, and people were afraid of being killed.

Even carnivorous beasts such as wolves, tigers, and leopards fled when they saw the man in the black mask.

They can feel instinctive fear and know which beings they cannot afford to offend.

Xu Yuanchang remained calm, he did not cause trouble and obeyed the law of the jungle. Gradually, from his mortal state of not using the spirit-replenishing talisman, he began to feel some subtle differences in the laws of heaven and earth.

He touched the law of lawlessness. In fact, there was spiritual energy in this world. Otherwise, various spiritual herbs would not be able to grow in the Forgotten Forest.

It is said that the laws of the Forgotten Forest have relatively fewer restrictions on masters of level seven and above.

I went around in circles and didn't know how far I had walked.

Three years later, he walked into a dark area with no grass and could smell a faint heat in the air.

"We have arrived at the Darkburn Ravine."

Xu Yuanchang stepped on the hard stone ground and walked a hundred miles. Huge cracks and gullies appeared between the bare and undulating mountains, and dark red flames flickered in the depths.

A monk was flying in the air. When he saw the masked stranger, he called out, "Hey, are you the 'Black-Faced Evil God'?"

Xu Yuanchang stopped and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

"Black-Faced Evil God" was the nickname given to him by the monks in the forest to show that he was not to be trifled with.

He traveled in the forest for three years in a mortal body. He did not need any spirit-replenishing talismans and was able to use a bit of his magic power for a long time without the restriction of spirit-replenishing talismans. This was his realization of the rules of this place.

The man was wearing an arm-revealing coat, with bulging muscles and the words "physical cultivation" almost written on his forehead. He flew to a distance of thirty feet, looked up and down at the masked monk who was as steady as a mountain, and bowed: "I don't think I can beat you, forget it, I won't fight, I only have one life, and I heard that you always kill people when you attack, I have to keep this life to continue practicing."

Xu Yuanchang nodded and continued walking west.

He who knows the current affairs is a hero. It is unwise to do something knowing that it is impossible.

When they came to a ravine more than thirty feet wide three hundred miles away, the sky had darkened. The entire dark burning ravine was shrouded in a layer of light red flame mist, and the ground was glowing with various colors such as dark red, bright red, and rock red.

Xu Yuanchang looked around and saw two ravines behind him, making the hilltop he was on an isolated island.

He decided to choose this place as a temporary residence for the next step of his training.

He used his fingers as pens to write and draw on the dark rock ground, and used that precious bit of magic power to write the extremely complex word "illusion", one after another.

Before the training, he must do all the protection he can.

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(End of this chapter)