Chapter 370 Encountering the Golden Core

Through the white snow, Xiao Lin could vaguely see the mountains standing on the horizon.

These peaks were all white, just like the snowfield, covered with thick snow.

Looking into the distance, Xiao Lin couldn't help but show a hesitant expression on his face. Before he came in, he had overlooked one thing, that is, he knew nothing about the location of the Eight Spirits Extreme Yin Palace in the Dutian Xiaohan Realm.

The main reason was that Xiao Lin didn't expect that the area of ​​the Dutian Xiaohan Realm was so large that he couldn't see the edge at all.

Rather than saying that this is a secret realm, it is better to say that this is a small world.

After thinking for a while, Xiao Lin performed the wind escape technique and flew towards the distant mountains.

The reason why Xiao Lin didn't fly with a flying tool was mainly because he was worried that his escape light would attract the attention of the Jindan cultivator. Xiao Lin believed that with the realm of the Jindan cultivator, it would not be difficult to pass through the Dutian Immortal Demon Illusion Realm.

At the moment, the snowfield where Xiao Lin was located seemed to be uninhabited, but who knew if there were some immortal cultivators hiding in the dark, watching his every move.

The light gray spiritual light emitted by the wind escape technique was very inconspicuous. Unless the opponent was very close to him or released his spiritual consciousness to search, it would be difficult for him to notice him.

Xiao Lin flew while emitting his spiritual consciousness, paying attention to the movements around him.

Moreover, after flying for more than ten miles, Xiao Lin also released several true-level soul-devouring fire insects, and controlled these soul-devouring fire insects to fly a thousand feet away from him through his spiritual consciousness, always alert to the surrounding situation.

As long as he found something wrong, Xiao Lin would not hesitate to perform the ghost-hiding secret technique and escape.

Suddenly, Xiao Lin saw seven or eight thick escape lights flying from a distance, and the direction was also towards the direction of the Tianbian Mountains. Xiao Lin couldn't help showing a happy expression on his face.

Originally, he was worried that he didn't know where the Eight Spirits Extreme Yin Palace was, and he might wander around in this Dutian Xiaohan Realm. Now that he saw the escape light, he thought that as long as he followed far behind, he should be able to find the Eight Spirits Extreme Yin Palace.

Xiao Lin could tell from the size of the seven or eight escape lights that these people were in the late stage of foundation building, just like him. And with Xiao Lin's spiritual awareness far exceeding that of ordinary late stage foundation building cultivators, those people could not find him secretly following behind.

Xiao Lin followed behind the few people and flew another twenty or thirty miles. Suddenly, a huge fiery red sword light dozens of feet long flew out from the side. The sword light was like a long rainbow, sweeping over.

Seeing this scene, the seven or eight people all changed their faces. Almost without thinking, they split into several directions and fled in all directions.

Just by seeing the amazing fiery red sword light, they knew that a Jindan cultivator had taken action.

A cultivator in the foundation building stage, facing the Jindan ancestor, had almost no power to fight back. Seeing this scene, Xiao Lin was also terrified, and he performed the ghost hiding secret technique almost without thinking.

A black mist surged out of his body, and in the blink of an eye, the black mist dispersed, and Xiao Lin's figure had completely disappeared.

"Senior, as a Jindan cultivator, why do you have to argue with us juniors? As long as the senior shows mercy, I am willing to obey the senior's orders."

The huge fiery red sword light saw that those people were very smart and knew how to escape. The sword light hesitated for a moment and then slashed towards a gray-robed cultivator.

With the speed of the foundation building cultivator, how could he be the opponent of the Jindan cultivator? After a few breaths, the huge red sword light had already reached the back of the gray-robed cultivator, less than a few feet away.

Feeling the hot sword energy behind him, the gray-robed monk's face turned pale with fear, and his eyes showed despair. He held on to his last hope and shouted loudly, hoping that the Jindan ancestor would show mercy. Even if he had to give up everything to save his life, he would be willing.

"Hehe, I have no interest in you at all, so just stay alive." On the snowy plain a hundred feet away, a light red light flashed, revealing a sixty-year-old man.

The old man was watching the fleeing people in the distance with a sneer on his face, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Ah~" A shrill scream came, and the gray-robed monk was cut in half by the red sword light without any suspense. Not only that, the two broken bodies were also turned into a bloody rain in an instant by the sword light, and the gray-robed monk's soul was not spared and was annihilated along with his body.

However, the bag on the waist of the gray-robed monk was preserved intact. At the moment of falling, it was suddenly pulled by an invisible force and flew towards the sixty-year-old man.

In the blink of an eye, it fell into the hands of the old man, who put it in his arms without even looking at it.

A red spiritual light suddenly enveloped it, and then turned into a long red rainbow, flying towards the distance, while the fiery red sword light had already turned around and shot in another direction.

Another white-robed monk had already flown hundreds of feet away. Although his companion's shrill screams made him tremble with fear, he was also secretly glad in his heart. If his companion's death had not attracted the attention of the Jindan ancestor, he might not have been able to escape at all.

As he was about to fly thousands of feet away, the white-robed monk suddenly heard a cold snort in his ears. This fright was not trivial, and the white-robed monk was almost frightened to death.

His face turned pale, and even his lips turned purple in an instant. Then, a look of determination appeared on his face. He slapped the bag on his waist, and a series of green light spots shot out behind him.

"Yimu contains thunder beads? You think you can threaten me with such a trick?"

As the words fell, a fiery red sword light instantly rolled up a series of cyan electric lights into the sword light. After a series of lightning flashes, the speed of the fiery red sword light did not slow down at all.

In the blink of an eye, it was several feet behind the white-robed monk.

"Senior, spare my life, senior, spare my life." The white-robed monk's voice for mercy just started, and then it stopped abruptly. Like the previous gray-robed monk, he was twisted into a bloody rain under the fiery red sword light, and his soul disappeared again.

Hundreds of feet away, Xiao Lin squatted quietly beside a snow-covered stone mountain, his face was extremely sad.

No matter how he thought, he could not imagine that there was actually a Jindan ancestor who was willing to lose face and even kill a foundation-building cultivator. Is this crazy?

But after thinking about it, Xiao Lin understood again that these Jindan ancestors came to Dutian Xiaohan Realm, most of them came for opportunities.

This opportunity naturally included robbing a large number of foundation-building cultivators, but Xiao Lin did not expect to encounter such a bloodthirsty old man.

He was ruthless and decisive, and showed no mercy when he attacked. In just a few breaths, two late-stage foundation-building cultivators were already dead and destroyed, and were easily killed by him.

After killing two people, the sixty-year-old man obviously did not intend to let the others go. Two of them flew four or five miles away, but this distance was easily covered by the spiritual consciousness of the Jindan cultivator.

So after killing the white-robed cultivator and collecting his storage bag, the sixty-year-old man once again emitted a red light from his body, wrapped him, and then turned into a thick escape light, chasing in the direction of the remaining few people, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Behind the rocks, Xiao Lin watched all this in fear. He was not sure whether his ghost-hiding secret technique could really hide his traces under the spiritual consciousness of the sixty-year-old man.

However, judging from the fact that the Jindan ancestor did not attack him, he should not have discovered him.

Of course, the main reason was that he had been following those people from a distance, and at the moment when the Jindan cultivator attacked, he performed the Ghost Hidden Secret Technique, which itself has the ability to hide and sneak.

After a little contemplation, Xiao Lin flew in another direction. Although the Ghost Hidden Secret Technique can hide the body, it is only effective for one hour. Once this time is exceeded, he will appear again.

If the Jindan ancestor happens to come back, he will be in danger.

Just as Xiao Lin left, a series of screams came from a distance, which seemed very abrupt on this snowy field covered with ice and snow. Even Xiao Lin, who had already flown out for more than ten miles, felt frightened.

He sighed in his heart. Needless to say, those cultivators all died at the hands of the sixty-year-old man. Xiao Lin had faced the pursuit of Jindan cultivators and had killed Jindan cultivators before.

But after seeing the sixty-year-old man take action, Xiao Lin understood that the gap between Jindan-stage cultivators and foundation-building cultivators can be described as a world of difference.

The Jindan cultivator of the Ancient Xuan Sect who chased him and Lin Xueying back then was only using the most ordinary magic weapon, and it was obvious that he had just formed a pill not long ago, and his magic power had not yet been completely condensed, so he and Lin Xueying escaped by chance.

The Jindan ancestor in front of him did not have these problems, and all the Jindan cultivators who chose to enter the Dutian Xiaohan Realm were usually in the early and middle stages of the Jindan realm. They felt that if they did not have a great opportunity, they would have no hope of advancing in this life, so they chose to come in and try their luck.

These people have lived for hundreds of years. Although they are in the early and middle stages of the Jindan, their experience and magic weapons are far superior to those of the foundation-building cultivators.

After Xiao Lin left for a cup of tea, a red light suddenly flashed next to the bluestone where Xiao Lin had been hiding, revealing the figure of an old man.

"Huh? Strange, there was clearly a fluctuation of mana here just now, how come it disappeared in the blink of an eye?" The old man muttered to himself, and then his face flashed red.

The bright red sword light, with the old man as the center, flew out in all directions, melting the ice and snow wherever it passed, but after the sword light was stirred out for hundreds of feet, it dissipated and disappeared.

The old man looked around with a serious face, and the surprise on his face not only did not dissipate at all, but became more and more strange.

He believed that with his spiritual perception, it was impossible to sense it wrong. The man should have sneaked away while he was killing those foundation-building juniors.

The old man just didn't understand. He came back in time. As long as this person didn't escape more than 20 miles away, he could find him directly with his spiritual awareness.

"Did this person perform some secret technique to hide his whereabouts?" After thinking for a moment, the sixty-year-old man muttered to himself, then turned into a sword light, flew towards the distance, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.