The Demon Eye of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Mu Chunfeng activated his double pupils three times in a row, and 30% of his magical power was forcibly drained from his body.

Combined with the previous exertion, his face was now showing a hint of paleness.

But looking at the results before him, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

Exchanging 30% of my mana for the lives of three cultivators of the same level is worth it.

Just then, the gaunt cultivator who had been blasted away by the blood blade regained his footing and returned.

But when he saw what was in front of him, he froze in mid-air.

The three companions who were originally tightly entangled in the fire line have all disappeared! Only Mu Chunfeng is left in the same spot.

There were no corpses, no remains, only the lingering smell of burning and the aftershocks of violent spiritual energy in the air, silently telling the story of what had just happened.

The gaunt cultivator's scalp tingled; he dared not think further, his survival instinct instantly taking over his body.

He suddenly turned around and transformed into a streak of light, fleeing madly.

However, on the other side, Feng Lao, who was injured at the beginning, witnessed the whole thing, but strangely remained in place, his eyes fixed on Mu Chunfeng's figure, his expression uncertain.

Behind him, the two pseudo-core cultivators floated in mid-air, their bodies trembling like leaves.

They knew they were just cannon fodder, and that they could never outrun a Core Formation cultivator in terms of speed. They could only place all their hopes for survival on Elder Feng, and dared not even breathe loudly.

Old Feng didn't run away, not because he didn't want to, but because he was going through a fierce internal struggle.

His right hand, hidden in his sleeve, was tightly gripping an ancient treasure shaped like a feather fan.

This treasure was obtained by him in a dangerous place many years ago, after he had narrowly escaped death. With his mid-stage Core Formation cultivation, he could unleash a full-force attack comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator. This was his last trump card.

Escape? Even if he abandoned these two burdens behind him, he had no confidence that he could escape unscathed from this strangely cunning young man.

But if we go all out...

A hint of undisguised fanaticism and greed flashed in Feng Lao's eyes.

This kid not only possesses top-tier inheritance and magical treasures, but the bizarre methods he just used and that domineering crimson-gold flames are also unheard-of heaven-defying divine abilities!

If we can kill him, the fortune within this boy is enough to allow him to break through to the late stage of Core Formation, or even go further!

"Fortune favors the bold! He's used his secret technique three times in a row; his magical power must be greatly depleted. This is precisely when he's at his weakest!"

Feng Lao frantically weighed the options in his mind, and the fear in his eyes was gradually swallowed up by his insane greed. The magical power in his body began to silently gather into the feather fan in his sleeve.

Mu Chunfeng seemed completely unaware of Elder Feng's scheme.

He watched the golden light disappear into the distance and smiled coldly: "Trying to leave now? Too late!"

The next moment, a formation plate appeared in his palm as he flipped his hand.

As a spell was cast, the array plate shone brightly with spiritual light.

"Buzz—!"

Accompanied by a deep hum, an incredibly solid blue array of light rose from the ground around the island, covering an area of ​​several miles.

The gaunt cultivator's escape light crashed headlong into the light barrier with a loud bang, and he was forcefully bounced back, becoming completely trapped.

This was a backup plan that Mu Chunfeng had laid out before he made his move.

Moreover, this is only one of the three interconnected formations; the other two killing formations have been lying in wait in different locations, sealing off the entire island completely.

These people are doomed!

"Fengyan, Fengyu, you two hold this brat off for a moment!"

The old man's chilling voice echoed in the ears of the two pseudo-core cultivators simultaneously.

The two shuddered, exchanged a glance, and both saw the despair and reluctance in each other's eyes.

The two men steeled themselves and flew shakily to Elder Feng's side. They took out a stack of talismans, which shimmered with spiritual light, but hesitated to activate them.

Seeing this, Mu Chunfeng not only did not seize the opportunity to launch a preemptive attack, but instead chuckled lightly with his hands behind his back.

"Old man, you're sending two juniors to stall for time for you? You're shameless."

He paused, his gaze mockingly fixed on Elder Feng: "How about this? Stop hiding it. Show me that magic weapon in your sleeve, and I'll stand still and take your attack, how about that?"

Upon hearing this, Elder Feng's pupils shrank sharply, and a storm of shock surged through his heart.

How did he know I had a magic weapon hidden in my sleeve?!

Feng Lao was filled with doubt and suspicion. He frantically scanned his surroundings with his divine sense, wondering if a high-level cultivator was secretly giving him instructions.

But after looking around, he found nothing.

Moreover, this kid in front of me is clearly pale and weak. Is he bluffing and trying to trick me into backing down?

"You brat, how dare you speak so arrogantly! Do you really think you can confuse this old man with a few words of nonsense?"

Feng Lao, enraged, laughed instead and decided to stop hiding.

He flicked his right hand, and a feather fan shimmering with a faint blue light appeared in his grasp.

The magical power that had been carefully poured in instantly surged into the fan ribs like water bursting its banks.

"Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"

"Buzz—!"

The feather fan emitted a rapid hum, and the blue feathers on its surface shimmered. A terrifying spiritual pressure, comparable to the full-force attack of a Nascent Soul cultivator, suddenly erupted, distorting and deforming the surrounding air.

Faced with this earth-shattering momentum, Mu Chunfeng, just as he had said, put his hands behind his back, didn't even raise any protective spiritual light, and just stood there quietly, with a mocking smile on his lips.

"You're playing tricks! Go to hell!"

A murderous intent surged in Feng Lao's eyes as he fiercely swung down his feather fan.

"Sizzle!"

A piercing, tearing sound suddenly rang out.

Countless cyan wind blades, each about ten feet long, intertwined wildly, transforming in an instant into a cyan hurricane that stretched from the sky to the earth!

This terrifying crushing force tore through space, instantly traversing dozens of feet with overwhelming power, and approaching Mu Chunfeng head-on.

Where the hurricane passed, the island's hard rocks were shredded like tofu, and a large area of ​​seawater below was swept into the air, turning into a cloud of murky water mist.

"Hahaha! What an incredibly stupid brat!"

Old Feng burst into wild laughter, as if he could already see that the arrogant brat would be shredded into a cloud of blood mist by the gale in the next second.

But at that moment, Mu Chunfeng's figure suddenly disappeared!

What are you laughing at?

A calm voice suddenly rang in Feng Lao's ears.

Old Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, his hair stood on end, and he tried to turn his head away abruptly.

Before he could react at all, a black and red longsword pierced through his dantian in an instant!

"How...how could this be..."

The light in Feng Lao's eyes faded rapidly.

His body withered and shrank at a visible speed. In the blink of an eye, a cultivator at the mid-stage of Core Formation was drained of his life force and turned into a skin-and-bones dried corpse.

Mu Chunfeng expressionlessly withdrew the Blood Demon Sword, casually tossed the skeleton into the sea below like a broken sack.

He looked at the Blood Demon Sword in his hand, which was glowing with crimson light and emitting a satisfied hum, and murmured softly, "Why wouldn't it?"

Only then did the two fake Core cultivators who had been used as cannon fodder suddenly turn around.

When they saw the drained corpse of "Old Man Feng" in mid-air, their minds went blank, and they were completely terrified.

They scrambled to their knees in mid-air, wailing and weeping uncontrollably:

"Senior! Senior, spare my life!"

"This junior was forced here by this old man; I had no choice! This junior is willing to hand over all my storage bags and swear a blood oath of loyalty to you, senior. I beg you to spare my life!"

Hearing the two men's incoherent pleas for mercy, Mu Chunfeng did not immediately take action. Instead, he turned his head slightly, seemingly deep in thought.

After a moment, he chuckled softly and asked in a calm tone:

"I overheard you two calling him 'Old Feng' in your voice transmission just now..."

Mu Chunfeng's gaze fell on the two of them, a playful smile curving his lips: "And you two, it seems, are also named Fengyan and Fengyu?"

The two men froze, their kowtowing abruptly halting, their faces turning deathly pale.

"It seems that the elders of the family have brought the younger generation out to gain experience."

Mu Chunfeng sighed softly, and the Blood Demon Sword in his hand transformed into two dazzling blood-red lines, instantly piercing through the foreheads of the two men.

"Since we're family, we should all set off together."

After dealing with the two, Mu Chunfeng turned to look at the distance not far away.

There, within the blue array of light, lies the last prey.

At this moment, the gaunt cultivator was tightly covering his mouth, not allowing himself to make a sound.

He trembled violently, his eyes were bloodshot from extreme fear, and his eyeballs almost bulged out of their sockets.

From the moment Feng Lao was instantly drained of his energy to the moment Feng Yanfeng was ruthlessly crushed, the entire process took only a few breaths. He witnessed it all, and his defenses completely crumbled.

Facing Mu Chunfeng's emotionless and indifferent gaze, the gaunt cultivator's legs went weak, and he collapsed with a thud under the array's light barrier.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out; only his teeth chattered uncontrollably, and his eyes were filled with a deathly despair.

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