Chapter 991: Reap the Profits

The top of the mountain where Zhong Ren was hiding.

A huge rock suddenly loosened and rolled down along the sloping mountain.

The rock was ten feet wide and rushed down, faster and faster, unstoppable.

Whether it was trees or protruding rocks, they were all crushed.

The rock itself was also cracked by the continuous impact, turning into stones of different sizes, which continued to roll down.

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When these stones rolled down to the mountainside, they seemed to hit an invisible wall, and they were smashed into pieces, and then changed direction and rolled to both sides.

A shrub forest on the mountainside was hit by this torrent of stones without any damage.

The Purple Sky Dove, which had already flown several miles, suddenly paused, and its sharp eyes looked back at the mountain.

It also noticed the Shadow King Gu on the top of the mountain and the bush on the mountainside.

The boulder was pushed down by the Shadow King Gu, and it was now drilling deep into the crevice of the mountain.

However, the Purple Sky Dove did not pay much attention to the Shadow King Gu, which was only the size of a sesame seed.

This kind of insect is not everywhere in the Rotten Miasma Ridge, but it is not rare.

And the bush was obviously the work of a human cultivator.

"Chi——"

The Purple Sky Dove suddenly cried out.

A silver lightning shot out of its mouth and fell into the bush.

"Boom!"

A transparent barrier suddenly appeared, blocking the silver lightning.

Under the transparent barrier, Zhong Ren looked at the sky with panic and fear, and the Purple Sky Dove had gone and returned.

The formation he arranged was just a top-notch fifth-order concealment formation, which was enough to deceive the spiritual perception of a cultivator in the Refining Void Stage. The reason why he was able to block the lightning of the Purple Sky Dove was not because the defensive power of this formation was so strong, but because the Purple Sky Dove had only made a tentative attack, and its power was not strong.

Seeing the Purple Sky Dove swooping down quickly, with its sharp beak getting closer and closer, Zhong Ren's eyes flashed with determination, and he raised his hand and took the initiative to close the formation, exposing himself to the gaze of the Purple Sky Dove without any cover.

At the moment of closing the formation, Zhong Ren took out a pill and put it in his mouth.

Instantly, his aura suddenly soared, and he instantly broke through to the peak of the Spiritualization Stage.

But this was just the beginning, his aura continued to rise, and in the blink of an eye he broke through the limit of the Spiritualization Stage and entered the Refining Void Stage.

However, his aura was still rising.

Middle stage of Refining Void, late stage of Refining Void...

A vast and profound pressure suddenly burst out from Zhong Ren, like an invisible gale, sweeping away.

The bushes near Zhong Ren were instantly torn into pieces under the impact of this pressure, turning into fine wood chips and floating in the air.

The pressure continued to sweep across, and wherever it passed, the rocks shook and the miasma surged.

Finally, the pressure swept across the huge body of Zixiaojiu, causing it to stagnate suddenly and stop in mid-air, not daring to continue diving.

In its eyes, Zhong Ren at this time was like the most powerful and terrifying monsters in Fuzang Ridge, and it was not an existence it could contend with.

But it did not flee immediately.

Its subconscious told it that there must be something wrong with this human race.

If the other party was really so strong, how could he hide in a small formation in such a miserable state?

Just as Zixiaojiu was hesitating, a loud shout came from Zhongren's mouth.

"Evil beast, die!"

Zhongren's eyes were burning as he looked up at Zixiaojiu.

His clothes rustled under the powerful aura, and he exuded an endless fighting spirit.

Zhongren's voice, like a thunderclap, rang in Zixiaojiu's ears, causing his ears to buzz, and even his consciousness seemed a little dazed.

Zixiaojiu's eyes showed a deep fear, and he quickly flapped his wings, soared up, pierced through the poisonous miasma, and fled to the sky.

Seeing Zixiaojiu retreat, Zhongren suddenly exhaled a foul breath.

His aura was also released with the exhalation of this breath, and it quickly fell like a receding tide, and in a blink of an eye he fell back to the late stage of the spirit transformation.

Moreover, his aura seemed extremely weak, as if his mana was over-consumed.

Zhong Ren did not dare to stop for a moment. He waved his hand to put away the thirty-six formation flags, and then hurriedly flew towards the foot of the mountain.

When he flew to the foot of the mountain, he followed the terrain and fled into the distance.

Zhong Ren fled all the way, and only stopped after escaping a thousand miles.

Zi Xiaojiu did not catch up for a long time, and it must have been really scared away.

Zhong Ren secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and his tense nerves were able to relax a little.

He leaned against a big rock, his face a little pale.

His mana was almost drained, and he had to recover his mana as soon as possible.

Otherwise, even a demon beast that had just entered the fifth level might take his life.

Zhong Ren took a pill and was about to set up a hidden formation on the spot.

Suddenly, he noticed a fierce murderous aura coming from above his head.

It was a spear more than ten feet long, like a sneaking beast, shooting towards him silently.

Zhong Ren's heart instantly went cold. That spear was a low-grade spiritual treasure!

If he was at his peak, he would be sure to block the spear; but in his current condition, he was afraid that he would not be able to escape unscathed.

Zhong Ren hurriedly summoned a shield to protect his head.

Just as the spear was about to pierce the shield, it suddenly turned an arc and barely avoided the shield.

At the same time, nine transparent blades shot out in front of Zhong Ren, and were already several feet away.

"Spiritual attack!"

Zhong Ren's eyes suddenly widened, and he suddenly realized that the Lingbao spear was just a feint to attract his attention, and this spiritual attack was the opponent's real killer move.

He had no time to react at all, and was pierced into the center of his eyebrows by the nine sharp blades, invading his sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhong Ren then realized that this spiritual attack was not as strong as he imagined.

Even though he consumed a lot of spiritual power due to the pressure of Zi Xiaojiu, causing his soul to be weak. But the damage to his soul by the nine sharp blades was still limited, and it only made him feel a stinging pain in his sea of ​​consciousness, which was still within the tolerable range.

At this moment, a bronze ring shadow fell from the sky and covered his head.

The series of changes made Zhong Ren think without thinking, and he immediately activated the shield to block the phantom of the ring.

However, the phantom of the ring passed through the shield effortlessly and was placed on his chest, and then it quickly tightened and held him tightly.

Zhong Ren suddenly felt a force of confinement coming, which made the little remaining mana in his body become extremely sluggish and difficult to mobilize at will.

What frightened Zhong Ren even more was that the spiritual spear had turned the spear head at some point and shot towards the position of his lower abdomen.

The mana in his body was extremely sluggish, so Zhong Ren could not immediately activate the shield to resist the spear; he could only watch the spear pierce into his dantian and tear his dantian and Yuanying into pieces.

The cultivation he had practiced for more than two thousand years was gone in an instant.

With a "bang".

A powerful force burst out from the spear, crushing Zhong Ren's body into pieces, leaving only his head intact.