Chapter 169 Crazy Chase

After reaching the tenth level of Qi Condensation, Huan Yin's combat power had soared astonishingly. He even felt that Mo Shaoge was no longer his opponent and he could cross the realm to challenge!

It has never happened since ancient times that a monk in the Qi Condensation Stage defeated a monk in the Gathering Stage, because the gap in great realms cannot be made up no matter what. However, the "Infinite Sutra" left by Venerable Wuliang has the unpredictable power to seize the creation of heaven and earth, so Huan Yin, who is at the tenth level of Qi Condensation, seems to be able to break this iron law.

After Huan Yin's cultivation reached the limit, he walked out of the secret room. When Li Ji and Guo Yu saw Huan Yin, they were both shocked because Huan Yin's state was so strange.

Next, Huan Yin quickly got the news from the two of them that the spy was being hunted, so he rushed out of the sect without saying a word and rushed to the battlefield.

He needs to kill!

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The screams of the disciples of Wan Du Sect continued to echo in the open grassland, and every time Huan Yin killed one more person, his shriveled body would become fuller.

Huan Yin, who was like the wind, kept moving through the crowd, killing wildly. At this moment, he was dominated by blood lust, and he even felt that the screams of the Wan Du Sect members were so pleasant.

"Young Master, save me!" Huan Yin approached a Wan Du Sect disciple again, and the disciple immediately collapsed on the ground. It's not that he doesn't want to resist, it's just that he has seen too many resistance from fellow disciples before. Even the resistance from fellow disciples at the ninth level of Qi Condensation and Dzogchen Perfection has no effect at all in front of Huan Yin.

Mo Shaoge was already furious, but Huan Yin was too fast. Before he could take action, he saw that several of his classmates had turned into mummies and fell down.

"How dare you!" Mo Shaoge yelled, raising his hand to stroke his seven-stringed lyre, and unleashed a series of air currents towards Huan Yin.

Huan Yin naturally saw Mo Shaoge take action, but his figure remained still, directly controlling the Xuanwu shadow, and continued killing without taking Mo Shaoge's skills seriously.

Mo Shaoge's series of magical attacks quickly hit Huan Yin. Although Huan Yin was blasted away instantly, he did not suffer any damage. He also followed the direction of the blast and directly killed another person. In front of the disciples of Wan Du Sect, the next killing begins.

"Damn it!" Mo Shaoge was anxious. He had no idea that Huan Yin would become so powerful after not seeing him for a few days.

Mo Shaoge flew up and drew closer to Huan Yin. Then he touched the piano again with his hand and shouted: "The second note, the geese fall on the sand!"

As Mo Shaoge finished speaking, the cry of a wild goose suddenly sounded, and then a phantom of a wild goose appeared out of thin air and rushed towards Huan Yin.

This time, Huan Yin felt threatened by Mo Shaoge's technique, and he finally stopped. He was still holding a cultivator from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect who was at the mid-eighth level of Qi Condensation in his hand, and the strange smile on his face remained.

"Ah..." A desperate roar came from the mouth of the Wan Du Sect monk who was caught by Huan Yin, and then he lost weight inexplicably, like a flower withering in an instant, and became a mummy.

And Mo Shaoge clearly saw that the moment Huan Yin killed his fellow disciple, his body became fuller again.

"What kind of evil magic did he practice? It's so terrifying!" Mo Shaoge frowned.

After Huan Yin saw the wild goose shot by Mo Shaoge approaching, he held back the mummy in his hand, then took out his fairy sword to turn the snow and slashed at the wild goose. A white light flashed from the wild goose, and then the wild goose's body unexpectedly Half of it was frozen instantly in the air, and its flying speed also slowed down.

However, it was not easy for Huan Yin to fight against Mo Shaoge's wild goose. His face turned slightly red, obviously due to the shock. However, Huan Yin did not hesitate at all. He took advantage of the goose to slow down and flew back. While retreating, he lifted Hua Xue up again, pointed at the goose, and said: "Hua Xue!"

Then, the ice on the wild goose began to melt instantly. However, it was not just the ice that melted. At this moment, the goose's body began to melt together with the ice on its body.

"So strong!" Mo Shaoge was secretly shocked. He raised his hand and touched the piano again, shouting: "Third note, ambush from all sides!"

Huan Yin resolved the crisis and was about to rush towards the next cultivator from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, when suddenly his heart tightened inexplicably and his body suddenly slowed down. The next moment, more than ten strings suddenly rushed out from the ground in front of him, directly cutting off his path.

The strings that rushed out looked extremely sharp, emitting a cold light under the sunlight.

Huan Yin felt quite a danger on the strings, so he immediately changed his direction and killed the Wan Du Sect monks on the other side. How could Mo Shaoge allow Huan Yin to kill again or stroke his hand again? Suddenly another string of music rushed out from the ground, blocking Huan Yin's way again.

However, Mo Shaoge still underestimated Huan Yin's speed. Although Huan Yin was blocked twice, his body was still flexible and he quickly bypassed his blockage and rushed into the middle of the disciples of Wan Du Sect. He started killing again.

With an angry look on his face, Mo Shaoge directly placed the piano in front of him. The seven-stringed lyre floated in the air, and Mo Shaoge raised his hands, danced his fingers, and started playing towards Huan Yin.

This time, Mo Shaoge cast the spell with almost all his strength. As the exciting sound of the piano sounded, streams of air and illusory geese flew out one after another, and strings continued to rush out around Huan Yin.

Huan Yin was bombarded by a large number of Mo Shaoge's spells, but his figure remained unchanged. Even though he was injured, he continued to kill among the Wan Du Sect disciples.

Gradually, Mo Shaoge's piano music became more and more urgent, and the pressure on Huan Yin became more and more intense. However, every time Huan Yin killed someone, his cultivation increased by one point, and the threat of Mo Shaoge's magic became less and less to him.

"He is getting stronger. How can killing people make him stronger?" Mo Shaoge saw the changes in Huan Yin and was surprised. He played frantically with his hands, but found it increasingly difficult to stop Huan Yin.

"The fourth sound, spring and snow!" Mo Shaoge shouted, and the fingering in his hands suddenly changed. When Huan Yin appeared, it actually snowed heavily.

As soon as the heavy snow came, Huan Yin instantly felt like he was in an ice cellar. Not only was the extreme cold unstoppable, but he also felt that his blood was almost coagulated. However, Mo Shaoge's method could stop Huan Yin, but it also instantly made the Wan Du Men disciples around Huan Yin have the same experience as him, and were completely shrouded in magic.

Before Huan Yin's body slowed down, the Wan Du Men disciples covered by the heavy snow fell to the ground first, and their bodies instantly stiffened and died.

Mo Shaoge naturally knew that his fourth sound would accidentally hurt his fellow disciples, but he had no other choice, because if he didn't take action, those fellow disciples would still die at the hands of Huan Yin. On the contrary, if he directly killed them, Huan Yin would not become stronger.

Finally, Huan Yin's figure appeared, and he stretched out his hand to the storage bag, and a fan appeared in his hand. Then, he threw the fan into the air and shouted: "Giant Spirit Fan!"

The giant spirit fan flew into the air and opened by itself, and then clouds and mist suddenly appeared on the originally blank fan surface. The next moment, the clouds and mist dissipated, and a huge spirit flew out of the fan, holding a mace in both hands and killing Mo Shaoge.

Huan Yin's current cultivation is far beyond that of the evil young man. Under his control, the power of the giant spirit fan increased sharply. Mo Shaoge felt threatened when he saw the giant spirit coming to kill him, so he changed the sound of the piano and turned the wild geese and airflow that were originally killing Huan Yin to resist the giant spirit.

As a result, the pressure on Huan Yin's side was instantly reduced. He used all his strength to resist the extreme cold and rushed out again to chase and kill the people from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

Huan Yin had killed more than 70 people. His body was no longer shriveled, but had recovered more than half. He knew that the more people he killed now, the greater his confidence in fighting Mo Shaoge would be.

However, almost half of the people from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect had died at Huan Yin's hands, and the rest were all fleeing in all directions. It became difficult for Huan Yin to chase and kill them.

"Kill another 20, kill another 20 and I can defeat Mo Shaoge!" Huan Yin stabilized his mind and moved frantically on the grassland. It seemed that he really wanted to kill all the people from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect here.

On Mo Shaoge's side, the giant spirit holding the mace was extremely powerful. The first two sounds he played on the giant spirit could not disperse the giant spirit, and the giant spirit even gradually forced towards him.

Veins popped up on Mo Shaoge's face, and he changed his playing technique again, saying, "Fifth tone, sunset flute and drum." This time, his piano sound suddenly amplified, and with him as the center, it spread wildly to the surroundings.

In the sound of the piano, waves of flute and drum sound came from nowhere, and entered the hearts of everyone who heard Mo Shaoge's piano sound. Then, the giant spirit not far from Mo Shaoge began to become a little dull, as if it was affected by the flute and drum, and its combat ability was greatly weakened.

The moment Huan Yin heard the sound of the flute and drum, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he couldn't help but tremble violently with the drum sound, making his internal organs surge instantly. However, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect who heard the sound of the flute and drum were completely different from Huan Yin. These disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect were instantly shocked, and their pace of escape also accelerated instantly. The expressions of fear on their faces slowly faded, as if Mo Shaoge's piano sound gave them great encouragement and motivation.

"The strength-gathering cultivator is indeed far beyond the level of Qi Condensation. Not only do they have many methods, but they are also all strange and unpredictable. They are really powerful." Huan Yin couldn't help but secretly marvel at Mo Shaoge's magic.

However, Huan Yin quickly raised the Immortal Sword Melting Snow and pointed it at the sky: "Melting Snow." As soon as he spoke, the heavy snow that kept falling in the air turned into rain three feet away from him and continued to drip towards the ground.

The cold feeling was instantly relieved. Huan Yin looked at the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect who were escaping at an accelerated speed with a bloodthirsty face and chased them again.