Chapter 145 Divide and Kill

Ye Buwen cut down trees in different directions, leaving the illusion that he left from different directions to confuse the enemy.

And he would hide in one direction to ambush and kill the people who were separated.

He couldn't fly with a sword, and lacked powerful spells, so it was really difficult for him to face a group of monks.

Only when they separated did Ye Buwen have a chance.

On the other side, after the Xuansha Sect monk admired his masterpiece and prepared to collect the bodies, he found that a collapsed tree appeared far away from the huge pit they had blown up.

The tree was cut off by a knife and extended far away.

Although he didn't know what the purpose of doing this was, the Xuansha Sect monk knew one thing, that is, Ye Buwen was still alive.

A monk looked at the large amount of black blood on the ground that exuded the power of Xuansha and said: "He is seriously injured and can't run far. Let's chase him."

"Damn, what kind of shit luck is this person, he can survive like this." A younger monk cursed.

A slightly older old man frowned.

"Who are we chasing? Has anyone seen this person's face?"

When the old man said this, everyone looked at each other. They really didn't notice this.

"That person was wrapped in black by the evil ghost spell, so it's hard to see clearly." One person answered.

"Then where was our clan member killed? Did anyone notice it?" the old man asked again.

"No, it was covered by the black mist of the black evil, and we can't go in, and we are not familiar with Fengyun City."

After stopping to think, they realized that they didn't know the person they wanted to kill, and which clan member died.

Until a younger monk looked around and shouted: "Lin Feng, Uncle Eight, Jin Cong, are you here? If you are, answer."

Everyone looked at the person who spoke.

The old man said: "Those few people didn't come?"

The younger monk nodded.

"Elder, I didn't see these three people. I remember they went to a store called No Money Making to do business. The direction was very close to where we just came out."

"No Money Making?"

The old man suddenly remembered that a junior told him to be careful of the boss of No Money Making, a man named Ye Bu Wen, who was not afraid of the power of Xuan Sha.

He didn't care at the time, and he didn't think that Fengyun City had the power to resist more than 200 of them. Such a number is unmatched, even Jin Dan has to retreat.

But now this situation makes him have to pay attention to this information.

The old man glanced at the large amount of dirty blood on the ground and said: "Action separately, he is seriously injured and can't run far. Find that person and capture him alive. He can survive in this situation, he must have some secrets."

"Yes, elder."

Dozens of people scattered to look for the injured Ye Bu Wen.

Little did they know that this was exactly what Ye Bu Wen wanted.

Ye Bu Wen leaned against a tree, with black gas all over his body, like a flame.

His body burst out with all its power to digest the aggressive Xuan Sha spiritual power.

Ye Buwen was also speeding up the practice of Xuansha Qigong.

The spiritual power of three great seventh-level foundation-building cultivators would surely greatly improve his cultivation.

Not long after, the whistling sound of a cultivator flying on a sword sounded in the sky. There was only one sound, and it seemed that there was only one person.

The obvious appearance of Ye Buwen with black air all over his body made the cultivator find the specific location immediately.

The cultivator said in surprise: "I found you."

Ye Buwen opened his eyes and looked at the cultivator flying in the sky.

His cultivation level was about the eighth level of foundation-building. For some reason, he did not take action the first time he saw him.

Ye Buwen smiled a little.

"It's not that you found me, but that I waited for you."

Suddenly, Ye Buwen turned into an extremely fast black light and bounced twice to the front of the cultivator.

The cultivator could not react in time, and only felt that it was so fast.

Suddenly, a huge force clamped his neck.

The cultivator thought it was not good in his heart, and the Xuansha spiritual power burst into Ye Buwen's body.

But the backward information made him not expect that Ye Buwen was not afraid of the Xuansha spiritual power.

In this way, Ye Buwen easily caught this great monk at the eighth level of foundation building.

After falling to the ground, Ye Buwen grabbed the monk and smashed it against a tree.

With a loud bang, the tree collapsed.

The monk wanted to scream in pain, but he couldn't scream because his neck was pinched, and even breathing was difficult.

Ye Buwen punched the monk's arm.

The huge force broke the bones in his arm and his right arm was disabled.

The monk's eyes widened, his blood surged, and his feet kicked wildly, trying to break free.

But his strength was really small compared to Ye Buwen.

Without spiritual power and spells, his strength at the eighth level of foundation building was even difficult to deal with a second-grade monster.

"Ka~" Another crisp and creepy sound, the monk's calf was kicked off.

Despair appeared in his eyes. After being caught, he seemed unable to break free no matter what he did.

Suddenly, the monk saw the flying sword falling to the ground, and hope rose in his heart.

He still had the sword-controlling technique.

The huge spiritual power of the foundation-building cultivator hooked the spiritual weapon flying sword.

The flying sword stood up instantly and flew towards Ye Buwen at a high speed, emitting sharp black light.

But Ye Buwen had been on guard for a long time. He was pierced twice by the foundation-building cultivator's sword-controlling technique, and he still remembered it clearly.

Ye Buwen turned around and raised his knife to stop him.

Sparks flew between the flying sword blade and Buwen's blade, and the flying sword was changed in direction.

The cultivator was completely desperate, and he transmitted a voice: "Let me go, or I will die with you."

Ye Buwen was very happy in his heart, and it would be good to die together.

"You Xuansha Sect are chasing me, do you think I will let you go?"

"The evil ghost technique of my Xuansha Sect can inject the Xuansha spiritual power cultivated throughout my life into your body and detonate it. The destructive Xuansha spiritual power in it can melt your flesh and blood into blood mud. If you are not afraid, just keep holding my neck."

Ye Buwen laughed: "It's death either way, isn't it nice to die with you as a scapegoat?"

"Besides, you are in my hands and can threaten your fellow tribesmen. How can I let you go?"

Ye Buwen increased his strength to clamp his neck and drag him away from the spot.

When the monk heard that Ye Buwen wanted to use him to threaten his fellow sect, the idea of ​​dying together was instantly relaxed.

If he was a hostage, he still had a chance of survival.

Little did he know that this was just Ye Buwen's delaying tactic, in order not to waste the Xuansha spiritual power in his body.

If this monk was allowed to self-destruct now, although he could get some Xuansha spiritual power, the time for refining and absorbing it was short and the waste was great.

The black fog and movement caused by the self-destruction would soon attract the surrounding monks, and a large number of people would come again.

At that time, Ye Buwen would have to leave and hide somewhere else.

The spiritual power of the self-explosion of the cultivator would be wasted.

Moreover, he still had the spiritual power of three Xuanshamen cultivators that had not been refined, corroding him.

Two days later, a huge black spiritual power group exploded in a valley somewhere, and black gas rose into the sky.

Ye Buwen gritted his teeth to endure the explosion of Xuansha spiritual power that invaded his body, plus the remaining spiritual power of the three foundation-building cultivators before, and the pressure on his body was instantly full.

"Cough--"

Ye Buwen coughed up dirty blood, and the dirty blood corroded a deep pit on the ground, and the surrounding grass withered instantly.

The rich Xuansha power was like a blazing flame, floating on his body surface, and the grass and trees were slightly stained by the black flame, and instantly withered and yellowed.

Ye Buwen wiped his mouth and swallowed the blood that was about to spurt out.

"I overestimated this guy's will to survive. He couldn't help but self-explode after just two days."

Ye Buwen complained dissatisfiedly.

He wanted to clear the Xuansha spiritual power in his body before letting this man self-explode, but it seemed that he was discovered.

Before he could react, the Xuansha Sect monk used his power to self-destruct.