Chapter 362 Weird Master

Rosacea kept urging the flying sword to slash out, resisting the attack of the Soul Splitting Blade, and saved Yan Yiwen.

He stood hanging in the air next to Yan Yiwen with a solemn expression.

"This person has hidden his cultivation. He should also be a peak foundation-building monk. Moreover, the thunder method used by this person is extremely powerful and endless. If we join forces, it is difficult to be his opponent."

"Miss, let's withdraw."

Through the translucent white light shield, Yan Yiwen's gaze shot towards Song Wen like a sharp poisonous thorn.

"Withdraw? You actually asked me to withdraw! In order to avenge my tribe, I gave everything."

"A woman's chastity! Even my life! These things no longer belong to me from the moment I joined the Nine Palaces Sect."

"I have been waiting for nearly thirty years. The enemy is right in front of me, but you asked me to withdraw."

Yan Yiwen's face was filled with unwillingness and anger.

Her face was distorted and deformed, as if she were crazy.

"Miss, if you keep the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood. Now that you know the exact identity of your enemy, as long as you return to the sect alive and ask the Supreme Elder to come forward, you can capture a mere peak-level foundation-building monk."

Yan Yiwen clenched her teeth, her eyes were like fire, and she was silent for a long time before a word came out of her mouth.

"Walk!"

Rosacea's face lit up and he shouted to the other two people.

"The enemy is strong, brothers, retreat!"

After saying that, he summoned a shield and protected it in front of him.

At the same time, the flying sword shot out.

Sweeping towards the two trapped fellow disciples.

The sword light flashed past.

The overlapping layers of free electric light were cut into a channel by the flying sword.

"I want to leave, but it's too late! Today, this canyon will be your burial place."

Song Wen's voice was as cold as ice.

Above the canyon, three black shadows suddenly appeared and crashed down.

Rosacea raised his head, glanced at the sky, and his expression changed drastically.

"No, it's a corpse puppet, let's go!"

He raised his leg and kicked the white light shield.

Yan Yiwen was like a cannonball soaring into the sky, avoiding the three black shadows in the sky and flying out.

At the same time, Rosacea turned around and left, chasing Yan Yiwen.

The other two trapped male cultivators broke out along the passage cut by Rosacea.

Before the two of them could drive away from the light, three corpses had arrived.

Silver Corpse faced off against one person alone.

The two bronze corpses worked together to stop a person.

Not long after Rosacea escaped, he saw Yan Yiwen, who had been kicked away by him, come back again and fall rapidly towards the depths of the canyon.

High in the sky, a ghost figure about ten feet tall appeared at some point.

The ghost shadow held a huge sword in his hand.

Just now, Guiying slashed Yan Yiwen back with a giant sword in his hand.

The ghostly shadow flashed towards Rosacea.

"I told you, none of you can leave!"

Song Wen deceived him, and the soul-splitting blade shot out again, heading straight for Yan Yiwen.

The white light shield on Yan Yiwen reminded Song Wen of the shield on Wu Sui when he was in the Withered Blood Secret Realm.

Wu Sui's shield is the condensed mana left by Wu Ren.

The same is true for the light mask on Yan Yiwen.

However, the mask on Yan Yiwen's body must be stronger. It is more than a hundred times stronger than Wu Sui's shield.

Behind Yan Yiwen, there must be a powerful backer, far more powerful than Wu Ren in the middle stage of the Golden Core.

Therefore, Yan Yiwen must die, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

The white light shield on her body is formed by condensation of external magic power.

Although it seems indestructible, it is water without a source after all. Under constant attacks, this magic power will gradually wear away and will eventually be exhausted.

"When, when, when..."

The soul-splitting blade kept slashing at the white light shield, like a gust of wind and rain, or like a stormy sea.

The attacks continued continuously, each wave becoming more powerful than the next.

The sharp blade, like the passing cold wind, kept cutting on the white light mask.

I don’t know how many times the Soul Splitting Blade struck out, maybe hundreds, maybe thousands.

Song Wen felt that most of the spiritual power in his body had been lost.

The white mask suddenly became dark and unclear.

The soul-splitting blade slashed out again.

After a roar, the white light shield suddenly exploded and turned into countless light spots, floating in the air.

Yan Yiwen's figure was revealed.

Although the white light shield helped Yan Yiwen block the soul-breaking blade, it could not stop the shock caused by the continuous impact.

At this time, her black hair was scattered, the corners of her mouth were filled with blood, her internal organs were severely displaced, and she looked like she had suffered severe internal injuries.

Yan Yiwen stared at Song Wen with hatred.

"Ji Yin, you can't kill me. On the contrary, you will definitely die in my hands."

In her hand, a silver talisman suddenly appeared.

With the injection of spiritual power, cracks appeared on the talisman seal, and the cracks emitted dazzling silver light.

Yan Yiwen's figure gradually became illusory under the silver light.

After the Soul Splitting Blade shattered the light shield, it was shocked and flew backwards.

Under Song Wen's control, cold light passed by.

The soul-splitting blade penetrated Yan Yiwen's figure, but not a trace of blood spilled out.

Yan Yiwen's figure gradually disintegrated and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this, Song Wen's face turned cold.

Unexpectedly, Yan Yiwen actually escaped.

What kind of treasure was the silver talisman she activated at the end? It could actually transport Yan Yiwen away out of thin air.

Song Wen pondered in his heart.

At the same time, he ducked onto a large rock at the bottom of the valley.

The three male cultivators at the peak of foundation building have been captured by the Ghost King and the three-headed corpse puppet.

He was lying on the boulder dying.

Song Wen used the soul-searching technique to search the souls of the three people one by one.

After completing the soul-searching of the three people, Song Wen integrated the incomplete memories obtained from the three people. He roughly learned the ins and outs of the matter.

After the Yan family was destroyed, Yan Yiwen fled to the Jiugong Sect and was favored by a great elder of the Jiugong Sect and accepted as a disciple.

This great elder was named Taihe, a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

After accepting Yan Yiwen as a disciple, he cared for Yan Yiwen very much and taught her everything.

The skills, elixirs, magic tools and other treasures were all available and fully supplied.

Yan Yiwen's cultivation level improved rapidly, and in just a few years, she broke through to the foundation-building stage.

At first, Yan Yiwen thought she was lucky and met a good teacher.

But as time went on, she gradually found something wrong.

Due to Yan Yiwen's beauty, she gradually attracted many admirers.

But those suitors, no matter what their identities, would be rejected by Master Taihe, and some even disappeared inexplicably.

Until one day, the son of the leader of the Jiugong Sect came to express his love.

Yan Yiwen was deeply trapped in the hatred of the destruction of her family. She was eager to establish her own power and strengthen her strength, so that she could seek revenge on the Corpse Demon Sect and "Extreme Yin" one day.

The son of the leader was undoubtedly an excellent marriage partner. With the influence of his father, she could greatly expand her power in the Jiugong Sect.

However, the son of the leader was beaten to death on the spot by Taihe.