Chapter 462: The Yuanying Monk's Pursuit

"Stop!" Feng Ying suddenly shouted. I'll give you the soul in the body of the holy demon."

Yin Shuo hadn't replied yet, but Yuan Hao hurriedly said, "Feng Ying, what do you mean by making a deal with Yin Shuo? Have you forgotten how many demons he has killed?"

Feng Ying said, "Yuan Hao, you and I are seriously injured, so it's not suitable to stay here for a long time. It's better to leave as soon as possible. There is a green mountain, and there is no fear of running out of firewood."

Yuan Hao weighed the pros and cons in his heart, and finally said unwillingly, "Okay, I'll do as you say."

Yin Shuo's face was happy, "Yuan Hao, you control the Xuanyin heavy water to expose the head of the wind and thunder golden pupil beast, let my corpse evil spirit invade its body, and force out the soul. "

Yuan Hao followed his words, and the Xuanyin heavy water slowly deformed, revealing the head of the Wind and Thunder Golden Pupil Beast.

Then, the corpse evil spirit poured into the mouth of the Wind and Thunder Golden Pupil Beast and flowed throughout its body.

A moment later.

A fist-sized ball of light was forced out of the mouth of the Wind and Thunder Golden Pupil Beast.

It was faintly visible that there was a small figure in the light ball.

The corpse evil spirit rolled up the light ball and came to Yin Shuo.

"Senior Xu Geng, you finally fell into my hands."

"Do you know my name?" A voice came from the light ball.

"Of course. Many inheritances of the Nether God Temple fell into the hands of my Wuji Island." Yin Shuo smiled.

"It seems that you are here for me. What do you want to get from me?"

"We will talk about these things in detail after returning to Wuji Island."

Yin Shuo took out a soul bottle and sealed the light ball in it.

"Goodbye, both of you. "Yin Shuo said to the two monsters with a bow.

Then, he turned and fled to the sky.

Feng Ying and Yuan Hao collected the corpse of the Wind and Thunder Golden Eye Beast and headed towards the sea.

......

On the other hand, Song Wen was here.

After being teleported back to the valley, he found that several Yuanying cultivators were doing their own things and had no time to care about them, the Jindan cultivators.

Song Wen felt relieved and immediately activated the Thunder Escape Technique and headed out of the valley.

"Thieves, don't run. "

This is Xing Yixuan discovering Song Wen.

She urged her body to chase after Song Wen. At the same time, she waved the Wave Water Banner, summoning several rapids to rush towards Song Wen.

Song Wen felt helpless.

He was targeted by this woman again!

When he was thinking about how to get out, a blood-colored token fell from the sky not far ahead.

Song Wen's expression changed slightly. The blood-colored token that was falling was almost exactly the same as the tokens related to the Divine Blood Sect that he had obtained before.

With Xing Yixuan pressing him step by step, the Xing family's Nascent Soul cultivators could come back at any time. The current situation was critical, and it was obviously not the time to covet treasures.

Song Wen wanted to ignore the blood-colored token, but in a flash, he thought of A trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

The Phantom Gu flapped its wings and flew out, swooping towards the blood-colored token in the air.

After it grabbed the blood-colored token, it headed east, which was completely different from the north where Song Wen fled.

If Xing Yixuan coveted the treasures in the secret realm, she would most likely be led away by the Phantom Gu.

However, to Song Wen's disappointment, Xing Yixuan seemed to have a deep obsession with the Tianling Pill, or perhaps, she hated Song Wen because she had failed to kill him again and again.

Xing Yixuan didn't even look at the Phantom Gu, and chased after Song Wen.

At the same time, she urged the Wave Water Banner to summon several rapids, rushing towards Song Wen.

Looking at the rapids behind him and Xing Yixuan who was getting closer and closer, Song Wen suddenly condensed three transparent sharp swords between his eyebrows. Blade.

The sharp blade turned around Song Wen, then suddenly accelerated and shot towards Xing Yixuan behind him.

After Song Wen's spiritual power advanced to the late stage of Jindan, the number of "Concentrated Soul Thorns" increased to three.

At the same time, he slowed down and let the rapids roll him in.

Several rapids instantly engulfed his figure, and then under the violent tearing of the rapids, Song Wen was instantly torn into pieces.

On the other side, Xing Yixuan saw the three sharp blades coming at her, and a trace of horror flashed in her eyes.

She never thought that Song Wen actually had the "Concentrated Soul Thorns" technique in his hand, and he also took the Tianling Pill and successfully practiced the second level of "Concentrated Soul Thorns".

Then, her expression became a little flustered again, and she hurriedly urged the beast bone magic weapon , protecting her sea of ​​consciousness.

The three spiritual blades were blocked by the white light emitted by the animal bones, and the remaining blade was also greatly reduced in power, failing to cause damage to Xing Yixuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

The crisis was resolved, Xing Yixuan turned her head and saw Song Wen being torn to pieces by the rapids.

Xing Yixuan's face was happy, but this joy was fleeting, replaced by deep suspicion.

With the means Song Wen had shown before, how could he be killed so easily?

Xing Yixuan's mind moved, and the rapids retreated.

There was no figure of Song Wen in front of him!

There was only a corpse puppet torn into pieces!

Xing Yixuan was angry and shocked at the same time.

"This person has refined so many substitute puppets, isn't he afraid of damage to his soul? Does he have a way to cultivate his soul? "

Just from what she saw with her own eyes, Song Wen had used the surrogate puppet twice.

Xing Yixuan was shocked and angry, but she did not give up. She extended her spiritual sense to scan.

She found that Song Wen had escaped to the east more than ten miles away, to the side of the poisonous insect holding the blood-colored token.

Xing Yixuan was about to chase him to the east, when she sensed that after Song Wen put away the poisonous insect, his body exploded into a ball of blood mist and disappeared from her perception range.

Anger rose in her eyes, she soared up and looked to the east.

She subconsciously thought that Song Wen should flee to the east.

The east was surrounded by dense forests, and there was no trace of blood mist.

However, the facts were completely opposite to her guess.

At the foot of a mountain about 160 miles west of the valley, Song Wen suddenly appeared.

Song Wen took out two jade bottles, swallowed the blood essence in them, and performed the "Blood Escape Technique" again.

When he appeared again, he was 350 miles west of the valley, in a small canyon.

Only at this time could the value of Song Wen's high price for buying the map be reflected.

Song Wen was familiar with the terrain near Fangzhu City, and could quickly find a secluded landing place in his mind, so as to use the terrain and dense forests to cover up the blood mist exploded by performing the "Blood Escape Technique".

After taking two bottles of blood essence again, he quickly disguised himself as an old man.

Then, he restrained his breath, walked through the dense forest, and continued to go west.

More than a thousand miles to the west is Fangzhu City. There are many independent cultivators near Fangzhu City. As long as he blends in, not to mention Xing Yixuan, even if the entire Xing family is dispatched, he can't be found.

More than half a minute later, Song Wen came to a mountain three hundred miles outside Fangzhu City.

Here, independent cultivators can be seen coming and going in Fangzhu City at any time.

He adjusted his breath, concealed his cultivation to the level of the late stage of Qi training, took out the flying boat, and staggered towards Fangzhu City.

As for Xing Yixuan, Song Wen never met him again. Maybe he was still searching for him somewhere thousands of miles away.

When he walked into Fangzhu City, it was getting dark.

At this time, the magic conference had already ended, but Fangzhu City was still full of people coming and going. Obviously, many foreign cultivators had not left.

On the edge of the southern city of Fangzhu City, Song Wen found a cheap cultivator hotel and moved in.

Midnight.

Sitting on the couch to adjust his breath, Song Wen suddenly felt a majestic spiritual consciousness descending.

This spiritual consciousness seemed to be searching for something, without stopping, and quickly swept across.

"This is the spiritual consciousness of a Yuanying cultivator! Is it coming towards me? Is the Xing family trying to find the murderer who killed Xing Liren?"

Song Wen guessed secretly in his heart.

He stood up suddenly, looking at the sky with shock on his face.

It was not that he was making a fuss. Just now, the spiritual consciousness was not concealed. All the cultivators in the hotel sensed the existence of the spiritual consciousness, and all looked up at the sky in astonishment.

If he did not express anything, it would seem a bit strange.

That night, Fangzhu City was not peaceful.

The spiritual consciousness repeatedly scanned the entire South City several times.

Maybe it found something, and several battles broke out.

However, the gap in strength between the two sides was huge, and the battle ended quickly.