Chapter 528: Escape
There are many monks in Wanmo Ridge in this area, so Lu Ye's speed is really not fast. Every time there is a slight movement around, he has to stop and use the hidden spirit pattern to hide himself.
Silently estimating the time.
He needs to stay away from this area as much as possible within an hour. Only in this way can he gain more chances for himself.
Soon, an hour passed.
The blood-colored light appeared on the surface of the body again, and then the blood-colored light column shot up into the sky. Such an obvious phenomenon can be seen clearly by nearby monks as long as they are not blind.
At the same time as the blood-colored light column burst out, Lu Ye threw a few Yuanling pills into his mouth. The fire behind him surged, and a pair of wings spread out. The flying wing spirit pattern was blessed, and the wings fluttered, turning into a stream of light and rushing straight into the distance.
His position has been exposed, and there is no teleportation array to rely on. Now he can only rely on his own speed.
Although he was only at the third level, with the blessing of the flying wing spirit pattern, his flying speed was not inferior to that of ordinary cultivators at the sixth or seventh level. If he was blessed with the wind, his speed would be even faster.
Not far away, he saw several streams of light in front of him. It was obviously the cultivators of Wanmo Ridge who had noticed the movement and came to investigate. When they saw a red light coming at a very fast speed, they all looked stern and stopped.
The speed of flight often represents the strength of a person's cultivation. Generally speaking, the higher the cultivation, the faster the flying speed, whether it is flying a weapon or flying in the air, so it is difficult for the weak to escape from the hands of the strong, because running away is useless.
When seeing the red light transformed by Lu Ye, several Wanmo Ridge cultivators did not think much, just thinking that it was a strong man in their own camp.
It was not until Lu Ye's figure passed by them and the battlefield marks on the backs of several people's hands flashed red light that they came to their senses.
That was not from their own camp at all, but from Haotian League.
Moreover, the opponent's spiritual power fluctuations were not as strong as imagined. At most, he was only a third or fourth level cultivator...
Third or fourth level, Haotian League...
One person suddenly came to his senses: "It's that Lu Yiye!"
Shouting like this, he immediately chased in the direction where Lu Ye fled. He had a fifth level cultivation, so he would not be afraid of a third level cultivator.
Seeing this, several companions followed him.
However, in less than an incense stick of time, they were left behind by Lu Ye. Everyone looked depressed, regretting that such a great opportunity had passed them by.
Lu Ye did not hide his figure along the way, because he could not hide it anymore. The flying wing spirit pattern continued to activate, rushing around, and met many Wanmo Ridge cultivators on the way, but those people did not expect him to act so boldly. They were all like the cultivators he met in the first wave. By the time they reacted and wanted to chase him, it was too late.
News were constantly transmitted to all directions, informing Lu Ye's current location. Large numbers of Wanmo Ridge cultivators chased after Lu Ye, looking for his traces.
During the flight, Lu Ye kept throwing Yuanling Pills into his mouth to replenish his consumed spiritual power.
The continuous activation of the flying wing spiritual pattern consumed a lot of his own energy. With his current third-level cultivation, if he did not swallow the spiritual pill to replenish it, his spiritual power would be exhausted in less than half a day.
Even if he swallowed the pill to replenish it, it was still a bit insufficient.
This has not yet activated Fengxing. If Fengxing is added, the consumption will only be greater.
Without stopping for an hour, the blood-colored light column burst out again.
Only a moment later, a stream of light suddenly approached from the side in the direction where he was. It was obviously noticed and rushed over. The speed of the stream of light was so fast that even if Lu Ye activated the flying wing spiritual pattern, he could not match the other party.
Lu Ye knew at a glance that the person who came was a strong man of the eighth or ninth level. He felt helpless in his heart. After all, he was still targeted by such a strong man.
With flying wings and Fengxing spiritual patterns, he could not care about those below the seventh level, including the seventh-level cultivators, but he really couldn't run away from the eighth or ninth level.
However, he had to run even if he couldn't run away. He was determined and the Fengxing Spiritual Pattern also blessed his body. His speed increased, and the spiritual power in his body flowed out like a flood.
This sudden increase in speed surprised the Wanmo Ridge strongman who was chasing him, and then he shouted angrily: "Lu Yiye, you can't escape, surrender quickly, I can give you a quick death!"
The voice sounded familiar, and the figure of Wei Que immediately appeared in Lu Ye's mind.
It's really unlucky, how can I run into this guy wherever I go!
As he was rushing, another stream of light rushed up from the lower side and rushed straight towards him.
Lu Ye's face changed drastically, and he grabbed the Golden Body Order, secretly urging his spiritual power, ready to use this last life-saving trump card at any time.
There was no other reason. The spiritual power of the stream of light rushing out from below was strong, and it was also a ninth-level realm.
Under such a pincer attack, how could he survive?
This is also the reason why Lu Ye realized that he was in a bad situation and acted alone. He only had one Golden Body Order. He could use it to save his life when he had no choice. At least he could live a few more hours. But if Li Baxian and Feng Yuechan were with him, they would only suffer misfortune.
The distance between them was rapidly shortened. Lu Ye was about to activate the power of the Golden Body Order, but a strange voice came to his ear: "Go!"
As the words fell, the stream of light passed by him and met Wei Que who was chasing behind.
In an instant, the spiritual power was agitated, and the two fought fiercely.
"Thank you, senior brother!" Lu Ye shouted, and his figure rushed to the distance like thunder and lightning.
He didn't know who helped him at this critical moment and stopped Wei Que. The only thing he could be sure of was that the other party was from Haotian League.
Perhaps it was a helper invited by Li Baxian, or perhaps he was just passing by here, but no matter what, he finally escaped.
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Lu Ye was thankful and continued to move forward.
After a while, he landed and found a hidden place to rest a little. The continuous running along the way was really tiring, and he must not miss any opportunity to rest himself.
After only one stick of incense, there were bursts of air-breaking sounds coming from above his head. It was obvious that the monks from the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge were chasing him.
Now his position would be exposed once every hour, and there was no way to hide completely. Although he was safe now, his position would be exposed again in a while, so he had to move quickly and could not stay in one place for too long, otherwise there would be too many monks from the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge gathered and he would definitely be surrounded.
After eating something and swallowing some elixirs, Lu Ye set out on the road of escape again.
He was not in a hurry to activate the flying wing spirit pattern. Now that his position had not been exposed, there was no need to be too anxious.
After half an hour, Lu Ye activated the flying wing spirit pattern again, thinking that the blood-colored light column was about to burst out again, and he rushed at lightning speed.
The road to escape was extremely difficult, and the secret technique of the tracking disk could not be cracked at all. Every time his position was exposed, he would attract a large number of monks from the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge to chase him. Under the premise that he could not hide himself, there was really too little he could do as a third-level cultivator.
He could only run away desperately, buy as much time as possible for himself, and pray that the hunting ground would be closed as soon as possible.
However, this time, the heavenly secret did not seem to favor him too much. The hunting ground covered by the blood-colored light curtain showed no signs of closing at all. On the hunting list hanging high in the sky, Lu Ye's ranking continued to fall, and now he was already in seventh place.
He encountered several cultivators of the eighth and ninth levels who were difficult to contend with, but it often did not take too long for the strong men of the Haotian League to take action and stop the pursuers for him.
Once may be a coincidence, twice or three times it is the connections of Li Baxian and Feng Yuechan.
Now in the hunting ground, the Wanmo Ridge party's pursuit of Lu Ye is so big, how can it be hidden from the cultivators of the Haotian League? Originally, many people did not know what happened, but after Li Baxian and Feng Yuechan asked some people to take action, the news spread quickly.
This led to fierce confrontations between the cultivators of the two camps in many places, and people continued to die.
According to the progress of the hunting ground in the past, when the hunting ground may be closed at any time, except for the few strong people who are competing for the hunting list, most people will choose to lie dormant, because the benefits and opportunities they deserve have basically been obtained, and at this point in time, the main purpose is naturally to preserve themselves.
But the situation this time is completely different from the past. As time goes by, the struggle between the two camps of cultivators has not subsided, but has become more and more intense.
In the sky, Lu Ye's figure passed by, with the blessing of the flying wings and the wind-walking two spiritual patterns, and the speed was far beyond his own limit.
However, a few miles behind him, there was a stream of light chasing closely, and more than ten miles away, there was another stream of light approaching rapidly.
The closer one was an eighth-level cultivator, and the farther one was a ninth-level cultivator.
With Lu Ye's current speed, only the eighth- and ninth-level cultivators could catch up with him.
Originally, there were three people chasing him, but not long ago, a strong man from the Haotian League took action and entangled one person, so there are only two left now.
But even so, Lu Ye was chased to a dead end.
Whether it was the eighth or ninth level realm, the distance between him and him was getting closer. Obviously, in terms of speed, the two of them were going to surpass Lu Ye, especially the ninth level realm, who was getting closer and closer.
At this time, more than a day had passed since he started his escape. With the cultivation of the third level, he persisted for so long under the pursuit of many Wanmo Ridge masters. I'm afraid no one would believe it if he told others that there were many Haotian League masters who helped him. The most important thing was that his speed was fast enough.
But it was already at the limit. Apart from anything else, there was not much spiritual power left in his body. Even if he had been swallowing spiritual pills, he could not hold on any longer.
There was also mental pressure. Running between life and death like this was a huge burden on a person's mind.
But even so, he had no intention of giving up.
When he was resting in a place before, he found the time to set up a teleportation array. Although the teleportation array was not concealed enough and he did not have time to set up other concealing formations, as long as he was given another cup of tea, he could set up another teleportation array and teleport directly to a place two hundred miles away, thus getting rid of the two pursuers.