Chapter 189 The Golden Core Monk's Pursuit

The figure flashed, and the beautiful Taoist nun appeared in the air. At a glance, she saw the Su family's ship and three Su family foundation-building monks in the air.

Taoist nun flew forward, stopped in front of the three Su family members, and asked sternly.

"Why do you want to use such a powerful spell on the edge of Fang City? Don't you know that you might accidentally kill innocent monks?"

The three Su family monks first felt a sense of terror and oppression coming over them. They suddenly looked panicked and remained silent. However, when they saw the appearance of the beautiful Taoist nun clearly, their expressions relaxed.

The leader of the mid-level Foundation Establishment monks bowed and replied with clasped fists.

"I'm down at Qingping Mountain, Su Xingyuan, and I saw Fairy Qingyan. Someone killed a member of my Su family, and we are hunting him down."

"When hunting down the murderer, you can't use powerful magic outside the city."

"Xiangu Haihan, the matter is really urgent. This person is a living sacrifice prepared for ancestor Su Qian. Unexpectedly, this person escaped by hiding his cultivation."

Upon hearing this, Taoist Aunt Qingyan's fierce aura suddenly disappeared, and a spiritual soundproof barrier suddenly appeared, covering her and Su Xingyuan.

"Su Qian has already comprehended and brought something from the ancient secret realm of the Palace of Immortality?"

Su Xingyuan replied, "I don't know about this. More than ten years ago, the ancestor and the fairy aunt waited for the Jindan seniors to return from exploring the secret realm, and they have been in seclusion. It was not until three years ago that they broke out. After that, it took two years Half a year later, a large formation named "Element Devouring Formation" was set up."

"The ancestor ordered us, the Su family, to search for monks who practice the "Longevity Kung Fu". They must be young and middle-aged monks. The higher the level, the better."

"According to the information we received, the man who just escaped was a mature monk who practiced the "Longevity Kung Fu" and was probably in the late stages of Qi training. Unexpectedly, he actually hid his cultivation and was actually a foundation builder. Monk, he escaped."

Su Xingyuan quickly explained the ins and outs of the matter without any reservations, clearly showing his trust in Taoist Aunt Qingyan.

He turned around and glanced at the direction Song Wen was escaping from, looking anxious.

"Xiangu, there are very few "Immortality Kung" monks who can successfully build the foundation. This person is extremely important to Ancestor Su Qian. I wonder if I can ask you to help?"

Taoist Aunt Qingyan said in a voice as cold as ice.

"Don't worry, he can't escape."

When she spoke, her brows were furrowed, as if she was thinking deeply, and she didn't know what she was thinking about.

Before she finished speaking, her figure had disappeared from the spot.

Following Song Wen's remaining breath, he chased after him.

...

Seeing that the Su family monks were not chasing after him, Song Wen did not relax his vigilance and continued to escape at full speed.

Suddenly, a strong pressure came from behind, and the pressure came like a landslide and tsunami. Song Wen suddenly staggered and almost fell down.

Song Wen barely managed to steady his body, his face changed drastically.

This is the golden elixir monk!

When he first arrived in Donghuafang City, he had been trying his best to avoid the detection of the Golden Pill monks of the Beast Control Sect, but he didn't expect to run into them today.

The Jindan monk at the rear was in full strength, and his power was much greater than that of Wu Ren, who was seriously injured at the time.

"Boy, just surrender and I will spare your life."

Aunt Qingyan's voice sounded in Song Wen's ears across a distance of more than ten miles.

Naturally, Song Wen could not just sit back and wait for death just because his opponent was strong.

He used the lightning escape technique while identifying the location.

In a life-and-death crisis, one must not mess around. As long as he finds a suitable geographical location, Song Wen is confident that he can escape from his hands smoothly.

After chasing and escaping, the distance between the two quickly narrowed.

When the distance between the two was less than eight miles, Taoist Aunt Qingyan's spiritual consciousness was able to locate Song Wen and shouted loudly.

"watch out!"

A long rope flew out of his hand, and the long rope flew towards Song Wen like a poisonous snake ejected like lightning.

This long rope looked like a treasure to trap the enemy, and Song Wen didn't dare to get entangled in it.

With a thought in his mind, the Kwai Shui Shield appeared behind him, and then a large bronze mouth covered Song Wen's body.

"Bang!"

The rope head hit the Kwai Water Shield, and the Kwai Water Shield quickly deformed, like clothes being poked by a wooden stick. The Kwai Water turned into a gentle water curtain, was carried by the rope head, and hit the bronze raft.

Da Lu was shattered instantly.

Song Wenden felt a powerful force hit him behind him, his mouth was filled with sweet taste, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He was running away at high speed and was knocked away at high speed.

A trace of surprise flashed in Taoist Aunt Qingyan's eyes. She was a little surprised that a mere monk in the early stages of foundation building had escaped the binding of the 'spirit-binding rope'.

But it doesn't matter, just do it again.

With a thought in her mind, the spirit-binding rope shook off the heavy water wrapped around it, and once again entangled itself towards Song Wen.

The next moment, she, who was originally confident, became shocked.

I saw Song Wen raise his left hand shining with lightning, and slapped his own head heavily with his palm.

"Bang!"

The head exploded and the body fell to the ground.

what's the situation?

Suicide?

Taoist Aunt Qingyan's face was full of disbelief.

But she soon noticed something unusual.

The broken body that fell down was just a dead body that had been dead for an unknown period of time. It did not look like the body of a person who had just died.

The art of substitution!

Taoist nun Qingyan's eyes were full of excitement. She originally just wanted to sell Sugan to save face and grab a living sacrifice, but she didn't expect that there was an unexpected surprise.

If you can get the technique of surrogate death from this person, you can also have an extra trump card to save your life.

Her spiritual sense quickly scanned the surroundings, and she found that her spiritual sense, which was based on her initial cultivation of the golden elixir, could not find that person.

The man escaped from her spiritual awareness with the help of the art of death substitution.

How is this possible!

Taoist Nun Qingyan was incredulous. Although she had never practiced the art of death substitution, she had heard of this miraculous escape method.

The range of the art of death substitution can only be within the range of spiritual awareness.

How could the man, a mere cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, have a stronger spiritual awareness than herself, a cultivator in the early stage of golden elixir?

After a while, unable to find Song Wen, Taoist Nun Qingyan raised her hand towards the Kuiyin heavy water left by Song Wen, and the Kuiyin heavy water was taken into her hand.

The Kuiyin heavy water had been refined by Song Wen, and there was a spiritual aura left by Song Wen on it. It was not difficult to find Song Wen by following the spiritual aura, but it would take a little time.

......

Ten miles away, on the back of a small hill, Song Wen's figure suddenly appeared.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Song Wen raised his head and stared at the graceful figure in the air with a cold look.

He had used the art of death-substitution many times, but those were all forced upon him after he was fatally attacked.

Now, it was the first time that he chose to commit suicide to use the art of death-substitution after being forced into a desperate situation.

It felt very uncomfortable to give himself a fatal blow. At this moment, he was still in shock.

"No matter who you are! One day, I will make you pay the price." Song Wen swore secretly in his heart.

Seeing that the other party could not find his location for a while, Song Wen felt relieved.

With the help of the Holy Armor Gu, the farthest detection distance of Song Wen's spiritual consciousness was about twelve miles, while the perception distance of the early Jindan cultivator was only eight miles.

He took out a healing pill and swallowed it into his stomach.

This place was not a place to stay for a long time, and Song Wen did not dare to stay for long. After carefully identifying the direction, he turned around and rushed towards the dense forest next to him.

His movement immediately disturbed the birds and beasts in the woods.

Taoist nun Qingyan, who was in the sky, saw this scene and twitched her lips: "I found you!"

The figure turned into a shadow and rushed towards Song Wen quickly.

When Song Wen entered her perception range, she used the same trick again and the soul-binding rope flew out again.

Feeling the soul-binding rope behind him getting closer and closer, Song Wen looked anxious and frantically urged the thunder escape technique, his figure constantly shuttled through the dense forest.