Immortality Cultivation: Fellow Daoists, please live for two more episodes!

Having mingled in the Water Moon Sect for many years, Sun Youde actually possessed quite a few stolen and robbed treasures.

But only two or three can truly play a role in battles at the level of the Collapsed Heaven Palace.

The Duwangqing was one, and the Tonggu Nail was another, but unfortunately one didn't play its due role, and the other was destroyed by that kid when he was chasing Li Feiyu.

Now, all that's left is this flying sword.

Others' flying swords emphasize sharpness and speed, aiming for the exhilarating feeling of breaking through all defenses with a single strike.

But his flying sword only emphasizes one word: Yin (yin, meaning darkness or yin energy).

It neither emits light nor makes a sound, and it doesn't even have a name. When it flies in the dark, you can't even detect the fluctuations of spiritual energy. Coupled with the dark mist caused by the side effects of the Tiger Soul Burning Heart Pill, it is specifically designed to kill opponents who are too slow to react.

Just like this body cultivator in front of me.

The flying sword was unleashed.

The dark blade clung to the thick fog, like a silent water snake, circling halfway around Pei Changgeng's blind spot. Taking advantage of his attention being drawn to the rocks, it sliced ​​straight into the thinnest part of his nape.

"files."

A crisp sound, the instinct honed through years of battle, helped Pei Changgeng.

At the critical moment, he subconsciously activated the "Shifting Stars" technique, which successfully deflected the flying sword's angle. However, the blade still managed to cut a piece of flesh from his shoulder, and blood gushed from the wound.

The flying sword continued its flight, tracing an arc in the mist before circling back.

The second time the sword slashed at his left rib, Pei Changgeng heard the sound of the wind and dodged half a body length to the side, but the flying sword still grazed his ribs, taking away a long strip of flesh.

The roots shot out from the soles of the feet, trying to entangle the flying sword, but the flying sword lifted up, and the roots missed their target.

The sword circled him halfway around again, then cut in from his right waist for the third time.

The kidney was also cut open. As long as Sun Youde's consciousness and spiritual power remained, the flying sword would not stop.

The fourth time, it went straight for the throat.

Pei Changgeng leaned back, and the flying sword narrowly missed his chin.

However, his five senses are now sealed, and he relies entirely on his physical instincts to dodge. But each time he is slower than the last, and each wound is deeper than the last.

If this continues, he will surely die.

and so……

Pei Changgeng decided to stop hiding.

When the flying sword returned for the fifth time, he opened his arms, and roots shot out from his feet, arms, and back at the same time, weaving a dense net of green vines around him.

The flying sword plunged into the vine net, severing three or four tendrils. The fifth tendril finally wrapped around the sword, followed by the sixth and seventh...

Although Sun Youde drove his flying sword outwards, cutting through one vine after another, new roots kept growing back.

The Rooting Technique is meant to trap people, but Pei Changgeng treated himself like a tree, using the most rudimentary method to hold back the flying sword.

The price he paid was that he himself became unable to move.

"Senior Brother Pei, are you confused?"

Even through the fog, Sun Youde's voice still carried a hint of laughter.

Although the flying sword was trapped by the opponent, the opponent also became a sitting duck.

This only delayed his death.

To be on the safe side, Sun Youde silently made a hand seal, intending to use a long-range technique to deal with his opponent in the most reliable way.

"tear……"

It felt like something bit me on the back of my neck, and it itched.

He didn't pay any attention and continued to circulate his spiritual power; the fireball was already faintly taking shape in the air.

"tear……"

The second time, this time on my right wrist, I felt a very subtle, cool sensation traveling along my wrist vein.

Sun Youde looked down and saw a tiny green dot on his wrist, the size of a pinhole. The surrounding skin had turned translucent, and something seemed to be moving underneath.

Something's not right, something's a million times wrong?

Sun Youde was immediately alarmed.

Is it Pei Changgeng? But that can't be right. We're in a one-on-one fight right now, and his divine sense hasn't left his opponent for a single moment.

That brute clearly didn't make a single move...

Before Sun Youde could figure it out, the third and fourth green dots landed on his lower back and left shoulder in succession.

Is it a living creature? Or an insect?

Sun Youde bit his tongue and spat out his blood into his palms. He struck his palms together, and a scarlet spiritual wave exploded from his body. Under the rising spiritual energy, he forcefully washed away three small flying insects that were still flying towards him. The one on the back of his neck had already burrowed under his skin.

It is a tiny, intelligent green beetle that is walking along the meridians towards the Niwan Palace.

At the same time, the spiritual wave dispersed most of the fog, and the field of vision suddenly opened up.

Behind an old elm tree, a disciple in gray robes stood half-turned, holding a bamboo tube woven with many ventilation holes in his hand, from which faint green light particles were still floating.

Is it Li Feiyu?

This kid actually survived Du Wangqing's deadly attack and has been hiding quietly until now.

One move and it's a fatal blow!

Sun Youde also spotted the other party, and the fake smile that had been on his face throughout the entire battle finally disappeared at this moment.

"Returning to oneness into three, three lives infinity... the Three Elements Return to One Insect... You are...."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Because Pei Changgeng pinpointed his location the instant the fog dissipated.

As a body cultivator with rich combat experience, he never misses any opportunity to kill his opponent with a single blow, even if he is curious about what the other party is saying.

However, the other party was one of the most formidable opponents he had ever encountered.

The protective force of the shifting stars and the roots enveloping his entire body deflected the flying sword, causing him to charge forward like a reckless bear.

Before Sun Youde could even finish his sentence, he was punched in the protective aura, causing it to shatter.

Sun Youde only managed to fall backward halfway before the spirit worm in the back of his neck tangled with his consciousness, which was already cracked from the backlash of the Crossing the Death Chime.

The cracks in the Duwang Chime, combined with the disturbance of the spirit insects, caused his divine sense to be severed in an instant, his spiritual power supply to be completely cut off, and he froze on the spot.

A good time to expand our gains!

The Yin Spring Sword in Pei Changgeng's mouth shot out, its eerie green poisonous light entering Sun Youde's open mouth, the corpse poison burning all the way from his oral cavity to his throat.

The familiar torrential three punches ended with the second punch to the chest and the third punch to the face.

Sun Youde fell to the ground, the Yinquan Sword in his mouth burning through his trachea from the inside, and eerie green venom mixed with blood foam squeezed out from between his teeth.

Before dying, she looked at Miaoyin's corpse not far away and seemed to want to say something, but her burned throat could not utter a sound.

In his nearly half-century of life, he killed countless sect prodigies for that great man, only to be defeated by a mere insect in the end.

Cause and effect.

……

The battle finally ended, and Pei Changgeng took a while to catch his breath.

Despite his wounds still bleeding profusely, he didn't forget to bend down and untie Sun Youde's storage bag, then looked up at the old elm tree.

Li Feiyu had already emerged from behind the tree, the bamboo tube tucked back into his sleeve, his hands hanging neatly at his sides, as if nothing had happened.

"When did you scatter your insects?"

"Before entering the woods."

"How long have you been waiting?"

"It wasn't long. If you hadn't made the first move, Senior Brother Pei, I probably would have had to wait a bit longer."

Li Feiyu sounded somewhat embarrassed:

"Senior Brother Pei, did you just... know I wasn't dead? Is that why you used a spell to distract the enemy?"

Pei Changgeng glanced at him twice, but didn't bother to reply. He sat down and started making hand gestures.

The surrounding corpses shriveled up one by one, the crimson energy lines converged into his palm, his wounds began to heal slowly, and his complexion gradually recovered from its ashen state.

In Shuiyue, even if the other party is a comrade-in-arms who has gone through life and death with you, you cannot let your guard down for even a moment.

Li Feiyu stood to the side, subconsciously leaning half of his body behind the tree trunk, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his gaze fixed on the outside of the woods.

Instead of taking advantage of Pei Changgeng's misfortune, he dutifully kept watch for him.

……