Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 394: When the time comes, there is no retreat
Xu Yuanchang was already sweating profusely after writing the word "illusion" all over the ten-foot rock slope nearby. The heat here was much hotter than other places he passed by on the way. The light red flame mist was everywhere, filled with fire poison, burning the skin like invisible needles.

He quickly sat down cross-legged, and circulated that bit of magic power around his body to relieve the discomfort caused by the fire poison.

The clothes, belt, shoes, and even the mask on his face that he wore were all magical weapons of a certain rank. They were not afraid of high temperatures and emitted a faint glow in the darkness, helping him to share some of the burden.

This thousand-mile-long dark burning gully area in the Forgotten Forest is said to be the retreat residence of a powerful Fire God more than ten thousand years ago. After being abandoned, it became a training ground for physical cultivators, sword cultivators, and weapon refiners.

Other practitioners could only wander around the periphery relying on the spirit-replenishing talismans and did not dare to go too deep.

If he were intercepted by a physical cultivator with ulterior motives, his fate would be disastrous.

Three miles away, there were two monks standing on the top of a mountain, staring at the black-faced evil spirit sitting cross-legged on the ground. They had been watching for half an hour.

"He did not use the spirit-replenishing talisman, but relied on his own physique to resist the high temperature and fire poison. He is undoubtedly a fifth-level physical cultivator."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple. He gives me the feeling that he is...very dangerous. Let's just watch him and don't provoke him. I heard that he is in the forest and will kill those who attack him. He will not harm others who are just watching the fight."

"Dangerous? Do you mean he wrote and drew on the ground to arrange the means? No... The Forgotten Forest is restricted by the rules of heaven and earth, and no formation can be established."

"There are experts who are less affected by the rules. Who knows?"

"This is ridiculous. How could a master from the seventh floor come to this shabby place to train for three years? Just to kill a few barbarians and a few ignorant fourth floor cultivators for fun. Brother, you think too highly of him. He is at most a sixth level physical cultivator. We are not powerless to fight him..."

"Don't involve me in this matter of seeking death, Brother Yu. That's all I have to say. Goodbye!"

The man in the gray cloth jacket bowed and flew to the east.

Another man quickly followed and shouted, "Hey, man, wait for me, let's not provoke him."

Several waves of monks flew close to spy and observe, but eventually everything went peacefully and they all left.

The night is illuminated by the fire in the ravine, appearing bizarre and mysterious.

Xu Yuanchang persisted for almost an hour until he could no longer go on. He slapped a soul-replenishing talisman on his body, and the heat immediately subsided. His whole body was filled with a refreshing and refreshing feeling after being burned by fire. He stood up and checked the phantom words he had written earlier.

Half of them have lost their connection with the ground and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth due to reasons such as stagnation of strokes and lack of magic power.

The remaining phantom characters disappeared. Affected by the forbidden environment, a single character could not exert much power.

But when a little bit adds up to hundreds or thousands, it is still quite impressive.

Walk to the edge of the ravine that is like a cliff.

Xu Yuanchang summoned the Yin-Yang Phantom Fire Spirit and injected a soul-replenishing talisman into each of the two little guys.

The little guy couldn't wait to turn into a flash of sparks and escape into the huge ravine below. In the blink of an eye, he was submerged in the bright red sticky flaming liquid without even a bubble.

Xu Yuanchang could feel the little guy's joy and excitement, which was his extreme desire for fire energy.

A smile appeared on the corner of his masked mouth. The Yin-Yang Phantom Fire Spirit was not far from promotion, but it had been stuck in a bottleneck and stagnant for many years. He hoped to absorb enough energy or other useful things from the Dark Burning Flame.

He was not idle either. He made a fire-gathering gesture from the "Fire Art" with his right hand and used his magic power to activate it.

He pointed towards the ravine below, stirring up a thick breath of fire, then lightly put it into the ring. A scene like a dragon sucking water appeared in the air, with fire and mist rolling back, illuminating an area of ​​more than ten feet.

A steady stream of fire breath poured into the Altar of Creation.

It stirs up golden waves and is colorful.

After a night of feeding, Xu Yuanchang could feel that the altar had expanded slightly. Change was a good thing.

From then on, he set up camp on the top of the mountain and lived there. In the morning, he did not need to make up for the talismans. He would call upon that bit of precious magic power to write the word "幻" on the top of the mountain, fill in the missing pieces, and slowly expand it outwards.

In addition to understanding the rules of heaven and earth, put what you have learned into practice to strengthen the protection of this place.

You can temper your body at different times each day, either without using the soul-replenishing talisman, or with the help of the soul-replenishing talisman, to continue to cleanse and temper your body.

Occasionally, he would activate the quickly dissipating phantom characters to form a blazing flame, concealing his whereabouts as he entered the phantom mirror to refine the ape demon soul to remove its intelligence and transform it into a soul puppet.

The phantom words he wrote on the ground with his magic power gradually became ineffective after a period of time because they could not withstand the high temperature.

This cycle repeats itself over and over again to write talismans, temper the body, and feed the altar of creation.

Keep practicing and persevere.

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye. The Yin-Yang Phantom Fire, which had absorbed the dark burning flames, reached a certain critical point and fell into a deep sleep as it entered the space.

Xu Yuanchang was overjoyed. The little guys were finally going to advance. The Yin-Yang Phantom Fire Spirit, which had transformed again, would be even stronger, which would undoubtedly be a huge help to him in the future.

He also took advantage of the extreme environment here and suffered a lot to temper his physique and break through to the fifth level.

Lao Li once told him that the physical body is like a container for holding magic power and soul power. A strong physical body can hold more magic power and soul power, which will be of great benefit to future promotions.

That trace of magical power that can be mobilized will become much stronger with long-term use and perception.

The Creation Altar had fallen into a state of stagnation again. He had gotten used to the fact that good things take time. Perhaps he had to find a land of thunder to replenish his energy.

Xu Yuanchang had very few soul-replenishing talismans left that he had purchased and seized, so he decided to return. However, before going back, he would fly a hundred miles further to visit the ancient ruins of the God of Fire. It wouldn't take much time, and this trip would be complete.

It is hard when you come, and easy when you go.

He cast a spirit-replenishing talisman on his body and slowly flew over the top of the mountain, overlooking the ravines and gullies below.

The further they flew towards the center, the hotter and thicker the fire poison became. When they arrived at the ruins of the God of Fire, the ground was almost entirely flowing with viscous fire liquid like dark red magma. No one knew what force had allowed the fire liquid to remain uncooled or extinguished for over ten thousand years.

I heard from Yan Hanlin that the second senior brother had come to the Fire God Ruins to hone his skills for sixty years. Later, he broke through and was promoted to the sixth level of physical cultivation. Since then, he rarely comes here.

Xu Yuanchang glanced around and saw a few physical cultivators sitting cross-legged and practicing on the rocks and ruins that looked like isolated islands protruding from the surface of the fire liquid.

He avoided the people, circled around the ruins covering an area of ​​thirty miles, and then turned east.

Three men in different clothes were chatting and laughing, flying towards them from the east, with no intention of avoiding them.

Xu Yuanchang had a very experienced look and could tell at a glance that something was wrong. The three people were clearly coming for him. He suddenly increased his speed and flew towards the bare, undulating hills in the south. This was not a good place to take action.

"Don't run away, kid. You've been rampant in the forest and killed Fu's men. It's time to settle the score."

One of them, the men in gray tight clothes, shouted and sped up to chase after him.

The other two followed closely behind, shouting and yelling. Xu Yuanchang discovered something that made him feel strange. The three people chasing him were actually slightly faster than him. Fortunately, he ran away ten miles in advance. Otherwise, if he fought in the ruins area, the weather, location and high temperature would not be favorable to him. He could not even use the soul puppet, and the phantom fire spirit fell into a deep sleep. If he was not careful, he would suffer a great loss.

After flying for seventy or eighty miles, the man in gray seemed a little impatient and increased his speed again. He held a palm-wide broadsword in his hand and chopped it fiercely at the masked man in front of him.

The knife flashed with a sharp flame, forcing Xu Yuanchang to dodge to the side.

It was only a moment's delay, and the other two had already surrounded him on both sides.

The masked monk in the middle was attacked by flashing swords and fists. All three of them were fifth-level physical cultivators and were good at close combat.

Xu Yuanchang dodged left and right in the air, and suddenly fell to the top of the mountain. He spread his feet and leaped like flying, continuing to run to the east. His body movements were mysterious and strange. No matter how the three men flew and cut, or tried to stop him, he could always find impossible gaps to get out.

The three of them were so angry that they went crazy and roared in anger.

They got information that there was a sixth-floor Dharma cultivator who was also cultivating his physical strength in the Dark Burning Ravine, and he was suspected to be using the Dark Burning Flame to refine a valuable treasure, which had been going on for many years. They coveted the treasure and the wealth of the sixth-floor cultivator, so they had been rushing to the Dark Burning Ravine for two years and had been guarding the east side, but had not dared to take action because the masked man had actually been able to set up a strange flame formation on the top of the mountain.

Wait until the masked man moves and then goes to the center of the Vulcan ruins.

They rushed over in a hurry, but their intentions were seen through by the cautious and cunning masked man, and they failed to inflict heavy damage on him in one fell swoop.

"Where are you running to? You are a sixth-floor master, why don't you dare to stay and fight openly? You have brought shame to the sixth-floor masters."

"Let's fight one-on-one if you dare. Don't you dare to fight one-on-one?"

"Boy, where is your majesty as the Black-Faced Evil God?"

The three men were unable to do anything to their opponent for a while. The black-faced man's movements were very strange, and his speed running on the ground was almost as fast as their speed chasing him in the air.

They were extremely sarcastic and even used low-level provocations.

Xu Yuanchang ignored it, turned left and right, jumped over the ditch he saw, and ran towards the east.

After running about a hundred miles, he raised his hand and threw out two talismans. Two balls of fire exploded in the air and turned into sparks that fell down.

The three people were frightened. Seeing that the talismans thrown by the other party were just thunder but little rain, the cunning masked boy continued to run away.

The three of them rushed into the scattered sparks in anger, and the next moment, the sparks turned into a raging sea of ​​fire.

"We've been fooled, retreat quickly!"

"Go ahead, don't retreat, this fire is not strong!"

"Oh no, where did you go?"

One of the men in green tights found that the other two companions disappeared in the blink of an eye. He immediately became alert. What the masked boy threw out were actually two high-level magic talismans.

The boundless flames rolled and swirled, and a black shadow suddenly flashed from the side of the man in green.

Just as the man in green turned around, three flying swords silently pierced through his neck, back and head. The strong physique and activated defense that the man in green relied on were as fragile as white paper.

With only half a scream, the body that fell to the ground was collected into the magic mirror space by Xu Yuanchang who suddenly appeared.

"Bang" and "Puff", hearing the noise coming from nearby, Xu Yuanchang hurried over quietly.

Influenced and suppressed by the rules of heaven and earth, he didn't need the sixth-rank Phantom Fire Talisman to play much of a role. As long as he could trap the three ignorant guys for a moment, it would be enough for him to clean up the situation easily.

He didn't want to confront three fifth-level physical cultivators head-on here.

The other party came prepared, and perhaps had prepared some means to trap him. He would not look down on him just because he was at the fifth level.

Just when he had just dealt with the second man in black with the help of the sixth-level soul puppet, Xu Yuanchang's face suddenly changed. He waved his hand to put away the soul puppet. He activated all the energy of the soul-replenishing talisman, and a phantom armor appeared on his body. He fled quickly into the distance.

"Boom", lightning flashes and thunder roars like thunder.

The enormous power swept away the sea of ​​fire created by the two phantom fire talismans.

The mountaintop below was blown to pieces, and dark burning flames more than ten feet high splashed out from the nearby ravines.

Xu Yuanchang was blown far away like a leaf in a strong wind. He steadied himself and quickly slapped a spirit-replenishing talisman on his body. The phantom armor, without the mana replenishment, quickly dimmed, and countless hissing lightning bolts were entangled on it.

He quickly took out his staff, and all the lightning seemed to be attracted and pulled towards the flashing lightning stone on the staff.

"A seventh-level thunder talisman has a trace of rule power. No wonder it is so powerful."

Xu Yuanchang secretly thanked God that he discovered it in time and ran a hundred feet away in advance, otherwise he would be in trouble. He put away his phantom armor and saw a man in gray clothes crawling up from the ground a few miles away. He was seriously injured and his clothes were torn.

He sneered and flew over.

The gray-clothed man was bleeding from his mouth and nose. He held a silver-white sign in his hand and shouted, "I am a disciple of the Fang family of Liuyun Sect..."

Xu Yuanchang's figure suddenly turned into a residual shadow. He used the Hurricane Shadow Flash that he had just learned and arrived at the thirty-foot distance in an instant. "Puff", the wooden spike in his hand pierced the gray-clothed man's chest, stopping the idiot who had the courage to rob but not the courage to bear the consequences from continuing to speak.

Liuyun Sect is the largest sect in Liuyun Realm and is located in Liuyun City. It is said that there are powerful people from the Nine-Story Tower in charge of the sect and its power is extremely terrifying.

Things have come to this point, there is no way he could spare the other person's life and leave himself with endless troubles.

The man who was seriously injured but still had a breath left was thrown into the magic mirror space.

After confirming that there was nothing left, Xu Yuanchang flew quickly to the southeast. He was very glad that he had covered his face with a black mask in order to gain experience.

There were quite a few physical cultivators following dozens of miles away, watching the show, and it was not ruled out that they were thinking of taking advantage of the situation.

Two of them rushed to the hilltop where the fierce battle broke out in a hurry. After searching around, they only found a few drops of evaporated blood. Their faces changed drastically and they hurriedly flew to the nearest exit. They had to pass the news back to the Fang family.

When it was dark, Xu Yuanchang flew across the river from the southeast and his figure disappeared in the air.

He used the art of illusion and flew thousands of miles away. He found a barren hilltop near Wuliu Mountain, went into the mountain, and dug out a cave that could accommodate a standing person. He did not set up any formations, but took out the magic glass mirror and escaped directly into the magic mirror space.

Hiding inside, with space blocking the way, who can blame him?
He would hide away from the limelight for a few years first, then come out and return to the sect.

But before that, he wanted to interrogate the three idiots. What kind of power does the Fang family of Liuyun Sect have?
He doesn't want to cause trouble, but trouble always finds him, an honest man.

What a worldly thing.

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(End of this chapter)