I tamed beasts and achieved immortality in the world of cultivation.

At that very moment, a white shadow swooped down from the sky, heading straight for the middle-aged man!

The middle-aged man's eyes sharpened, and he swung his blood-red longsword, sending a blood-red blade of light soaring into the sky to meet the white figure.

"Bang!"

The blade's edge collided with the white shadow, creating a surge of air that sent the rain curtain flying in all directions.

The white figure flipped in mid-air and landed steadily on a withered tree not far away; it was Dan Yu.

She folded her wings slightly, her black bean-like eyes coldly staring at the middle-aged man. The crimson mark on her head was particularly striking in the rain, and white flames faintly swirled around her. The rain evaporated into white mist before it even got close.

The middle-aged man's pupils contracted slightly: "A high-grade first-tier spirit beast?"

Before the words were finished, two figures emerged from the rain, one in front of the other, both wearing the blue robes of Lingyun Sect disciples.

The man in front of him had an ordinary face and a calm gaze. It was Chen Qing. There was still a chilling aura between his right index fingers, which meant that the three ice spikes from earlier were his.

Behind him, a long sword hung at his waist, a slight smile playing on his lips. It was Xiao Chunan. The three-foot-long sword had already flown back to his side, its blade shimmering with spiritual light, spotless, as if the previous strike had been nothing more than a casual wave of his hand.

"Lingyun Sect!"

The square-faced cultivator's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously took a step back.

The short, stout cultivator and the last black-clad cultivator also took out their magical artifacts. Some activated their protective spiritual light, while others slapped talismans onto their bodies. For a moment, the spiritual light flickered, creating quite a lively scene.

"Let's do it!"

With a low shout, Chen Qing moved, activating both the Flowing Wind Escape and the Wind Control Technique simultaneously. He transformed into a blur, heading straight for the square-faced cultivator who was the weakest in his senses.

Qingtian leaped out of the spirit beast pouch, his four-foot-tall body springing forward the instant it landed. His golden-brown eyes were full of excitement, his little fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and he headed straight for the short, fat cultivator.

Xiao Chunan pointed his sword, and the three-foot-long blade transformed into a streak of cold light, heading straight for the black-clad cultivator.

With a flap of its wings, Dan Yu gathered the Crane Heart White Flame in its mouth and pounced once more on the middle-aged man at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

Battlefields erupted on all sides in an instant!

Although the square-faced cultivator was the weakest in strength, he was very experienced in combat. When he saw Chen Qing charging towards him, he did not retreat but advanced, wielding a large ghost-headed sword that slashed down on Chen Qing's head. The sword was surrounded by black energy and carried a pungent smell of blood.

Chen Qing dodged to the side, raised a finger, and three Xuanbing spikes instantly condensed and flew out.

The square-faced cultivator swung his sword to block, and with three "clangs," the ice spikes were knocked away, but the frost spread along the blade, freezing his fingers stiff.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Qing used his Flowing Wind Escape technique to circle around to his side, and then launched three more Xuanbing Spikes straight for his waist and abdomen!

The square-faced cultivator gritted his teeth and activated his protective spiritual light. A blood-red light shield lit up, barely blocking the ice spikes. But before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, a flying sword flew from the side and pierced through his shoulder.

"Pfft!"

The square-faced cultivator screamed and staggered. Chen Qing gathered cold energy at his fingertips, about to deliver a finishing blow, when he heard a muffled groan from the side.

Turning around, I saw that Qingtian had already finished the battle.

The short, stout monk's chest caved in, and he collapsed to the ground, spitting out blood. He convulsed a couple of times and then fell still.

Qingtian withdrew his fist, shook the blood off his hands, his small face full of disdain, and sent out a thought: "Is that all? I haven't even used my full strength yet."

On the other side, Xiao Chunan also withdrew her sword.

The black-clad monk clutched his throat, blood gushing from between his fingers. His eyes were filled with disbelief. He opened his mouth, uttered a muffled "Uh...", and then collapsed limply to the ground.

It took no more than five breaths.

Of the four Qi Refining Level 6 cultivators, three died.

Only the square-faced cultivator was still alive, but his shoulder had been pierced by Xiao Chunan's flying sword. He looked at Chen Qing with a face full of terror, his whole body trembling.

He glanced at the square-faced monk in front of him.

Chen Qing did not rush to kill him, but turned to look at another battlefield, where Dan Yu's battle with the middle-aged man had entered a fierce stage.

The middle-aged man wielded his blood-red longsword with impenetrable speed, unleashing wave after wave of crimson blade light that forced Dan Yu to dodge left and right. However, Dan Yu was incredibly fast, its wingspan reaching several meters with each flap, and its Crane Heart White Flame occasionally retaliated, forcing the middle-aged man to distract himself from the attack.

The man and the crane went back and forth, and neither could gain the upper hand for a short time.

The middle-aged man glanced around and his heart sank.

Of his four men, three died, and the remaining one was barely alive.

If this drags on any longer, and those two Lingyun Sect disciples and that monkey are free to fight, I'll be fighting four against one.

Certain death!

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and he pulled out three blood-red talismans from his sleeve with his left hand, which transformed into three streaks of blood light that rushed straight towards Dan Yu's face!

With a flap of its wings, Dan Yu soared into the air, narrowly avoiding the attack. However, the three streaks of blood-red light exploded in mid-air, turning into a cloud of blood mist that enveloped an area of ​​several feet in diameter. The pungent smell of blood made Dan Yu squint.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the middle-aged man pulled out two more talismans from his pocket, slapped them on his legs, and burst with spiritual light. His speed increased dramatically, and he transformed into a blood-red shadow, rushing off towards the northwest!

At the same time, he bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence, which turned into a blood-red rune in the air and merged into his body. A layer of blood light immediately appeared on his body, and his speed actually increased by three points!

Chen Qing frowned, raised his hand and sent out three ice spikes, but they only hit a series of afterimages behind the middle-aged man.

Xiao Chunan pointed his sword, and the flying sword turned into a cold light and chased after it. However, the middle-aged man, who was empowered by the Blood Escape technique, was too fast. The flying sword could only chase for a few dozen feet before it ran out of power and had to return empty-handed.

Watching the middle-aged man decisively flee, the square-faced cultivator slumped to the ground, trembling like a leaf, cursing the middle-aged man's ancestors countless times in his heart.

Chen Qing glanced at him, a thought flashing through her mind.

The next second, Qingtian's figure appeared silently behind the square-faced cultivator and punched him on the back of the head.

"Bang."

The square-faced cultivator didn't even utter a sound; his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

"That punch was just the right amount of force." Qingtian withdrew his fist, proudly swinging his hairy arm, and a thought emanated from him, "Like Zhang Fei shouting and breaking the Dangyang Bridge, a decisive blow!"

Chen Qing's lips twitched, but she didn't have time to pay attention to him. She looked up at the blood-red figure that was about to disappear into the rain.

They run quite fast, though.

He took a deep breath and, with a thought, commanded, "Danyu, after him!"

With a clear cry, Dan Yu flapped its wings and its white figure shot off like an arrow, cutting through the rain and chasing after the fleeing creature.

Chen Qing unleashed his full power using the Flowing Wind Escape technique, transforming into a blur as he followed closely behind. Without turning back, he tossed out a sentence: "Brother Chu Nan, this guy is yours. Don't let him commit suicide. I'll go see if I can keep that Qi Refining Level 7 guy here."

After saying that, his figure disappeared into the depths of the rain.

Xiao Chunan stood there, looking at the square-faced cultivator who had fainted on the ground, and then at the direction where Chen Qing had disappeared, her brows furrowing slightly.

Chase after a demonic cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining?

But then I thought about it again. Dan Yu is already a first-grade high-level cultivator, and Qing Tian is also there. Three against one, even if they can't be saved, they should be able to protect themselves.

"Alright."

Xiao Chunan muttered something, took out a rope from his storage bag, and quickly tied the square-faced cultivator up tightly. He then destroyed the cultivator's dantian before starting to deal with the corpses and battle traces scattered on the ground.

……

The rain is getting heavier.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, the talismans on his legs flashing with spiritual light, each step covering several meters, leaving a trail of deep footprints in the muddy ground.

Looking back, he saw the white crane breaking through the rain, its speed only a few minutes slower than his!

Further away, the figure of the Lingyun Sect disciple could be seen in and out of the rain, and the monkey that had killed the short, fat cultivator with one punch was swinging back and forth on the tree branches, moving at a similarly fast pace.

"Damn it!"

The middle-aged man cursed inwardly, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

He bit his tongue and spat out another mouthful of blood essence, which turned into blood-red runes in the air and merged into his legs. With a flash of blood light, his speed actually increased by three points!

But essence blood is the foundation of a cultivator; every drop is one less, and excessive discharge will cause one's cultivation level to drop.

But I can't worry about that now.

As he ran, he calculated: Lin Yuan City was nearly four hundred li from the Blood Spirit Abyss in the north, while the secret passage was about five hundred li to the northeast of the Blood Spirit Abyss. As long as he could hold out until he entered the secret passage, that Lingyun Sect disciple, unfamiliar with the area, might not dare to pursue him.