Chapter 148: Escape Turns Into Pursuit

Not long after absorbing the old monk's scattered spiritual power, another whistling sound was heard.

Ye Buwen stood up.

There was no doubt that another monk who was looking for death had appeared.

He was wearing the clothes of the Xuansha Sect and had a slightly younger face. This was a seventh-level foundation-building monk.

The monk saw Ye Buwen and cursed: "Damn guy, you killed another Xuansha Sect monk."

Ye Buwen smiled and said: "Killing one is not enough, killing a group is not too much. Not only will I kill one more, but I will kill another one next."

The monk looked at the surrounding environment and did not see who Ye Buwen killed. He only saw the lower body that was chopped in half, and the upper body was missing.

He was very angry when he saw this situation.

The body was chopped in half and the head was missing. How miserable it was.

He could already imagine the slain fellows wailing miserably.

Looking at the lower body, the monk pinched his hands.

"Hmph, take my spell."

Ye Buwen didn't wait for him to cast a spell, but jumped up with a long knife in hand to kill him.

When he was about to get close, the monk suddenly retreated and moved away quickly.

Ye Buwen was a little surprised.

Isn't this person very angry? Why didn't he kill him?

The fleeing monk was extremely frightened.

Because he found that the lower half of the dead body was the oldest and most powerful elder among the foundation-building monks he respected the most.

He was deeply impressed by the pair of magic silk shoes. Among all the foundation-building monks, only the elders wore shoes of this style.

Ye Buwen watched the monk flee and chased after him.

He didn't plan to let this monk go. This guy was alone. This was a good opportunity.

The monk's consciousness sensed Ye Buwen's ghostly figure approaching, and he felt anxious.

He immediately took out a pill and swallowed it into his body, and the flying speed of the flying sword increased by 10%.

In order to stop Ye Buwen, he took out the third-grade and fourth-grade talismans he had snatched and threw them down without paying.

Flame, wind blade storm.

Ye Buwen's eyes showed a fierce look and rushed forward.

After taking several talisman attacks, Ye Buwen vomited blood and had scars on his body.

The monk was overjoyed and stopped.

Looking at Ye Buwen's condition, he suddenly had confidence that he could kill Ye Buwen on the spot.

"Madman, go..." Without waiting for the word death to be shouted out, the monk panicked again and drove the flying sword to escape.

Because Ye Buwen was completely unaffected by the injury, he chopped at him.

He could still maintain his combat effectiveness and murderous intent after taking several talismans head-on.

Such a guy doesn't look like a human at all, but like those fierce monsters.

No, he is more terrible than monsters, and monsters are not as fierce as him.

After chasing for a while, the monk saw his fellow disciples in the air.

He shouted in surprise: "Bai Bo, save me."

But just as he was surprised, a flying sword flew from a distance and blew his head off.

The cultivator called Bai Bo was furious that his junior was killed in front of him.

He looked in the direction where the flying sword came from, which was a hillside.

A young man with black air in his eyes held a knife in one hand and a flying sword in the other.

He held the hilt of the sword and gestured in the direction, and the end of the direction was himself.

"How dare you, I will make you pay for my junior's life."

Zeng Mubai took out a fourth-grade defensive talisman and stuck it on his body.

The talisman instantly formed a glowing armor, making him look extremely powerful.

Facing Ye Buwen's sword throwing action, he not only did not avoid it, but also flew straight over with the flying sword in his hand.

From the looks of it, he wanted to kill the enemy with a sword.

Ye Buwen was surprised. It was always the cultivators who used the advantage of flying with swords to pull and attack him. He had never seen anyone who took the initiative to compete with him in martial arts with a sword.

For such a courageous and brave person, Ye Buwen smiled and rushed forward with a long knife in hand.

With one blow, Zeng Mubai was cut in half.

"How can you be so strong?" Zeng Mubai said in disbelief.

Ye Buwen was speechless.

He killed three foundation-building cultivators in Fengyun City, and survived the joint attack of dozens of foundation-building cultivators. How could he be underestimated?

Even if he is at the ninth level of foundation-building, he can't be so brainless.

Do you think that he is invincible below the golden elixir at the ninth level of foundation-building?

The powerful body and spiritual power of the cultivator allowed Zeng Mubai to have a clear consciousness even if he was cut in half.

But such consciousness was not a good thing for him at this time.

It just made him feel the passing of his life more clearly.

"Are you going to die together?" Ye Buwen said with a smile.

Zeng Mubai closed his eyes and said, "I don't practice Xuansha Qigong, and I don't know the evil ghost technique."

"Oh." Ye Buwen was a little disappointed. Without the evil ghost technique, he couldn't use his spiritual power to practice.

"But leaving my consciousness is the worst decision. Let's go to hell together."

"Golden Cloud Sword Yuan!"

Zeng Mubai's flying sword rose up, and the extremely sharp spiritual power in his body poured out, turning into a sword of spiritual power, and rushed towards Ye Buwen together with the spiritual weapon flying sword.

Ye Buwen raised his long knife, and his eyes were only fixed on the flying sword that was swallowing and spitting sword light.

That flying sword was the real object that posed a threat to him, and the other spiritual power flying swords would not cause serious injuries to him.

Under the drive of Zeng Mubai, his last attack turned into a storm of sword energy to grind Ye Buwen into meat paste.

Ye Buwen chopped hard at the spiritual weapon flying sword.

The knife and the sword burst out with huge flames and spiritual light, and the two were in a stalemate.

But in the end, Ye Buwen's strength prevailed and chopped the spiritual weapon flying sword away.

Although the spiritual weapon flying sword was chopped away, the spiritual power sword penetrated into Ye Buwen's body and raged.

This spiritual sword is different from the Xuansha spiritual power. It does not corrode, but it has its own sharpness to cut and hurt his body.

The spiritual power cultivated by this technique is not inferior to the Xuansha spiritual power cultivated by Xuansha Qigong.

The attack power is also very top-notch.

Ye Buwen took the storage bag on Zeng Mubai's body and put his spiritual weapon flying sword into it.

He did not miss the other person who was shot in the head by his flying sword.

Moreover, this guy practiced Xuansha Qigong, and the scattered spiritual power could help him practice.

Not long after, another Xuansha sect cultivator found Ye Buwen through the scattered spiritual energy.

But he was killed, and his Xuansha spiritual power seemed to perish together, but in fact it was given to Ye Buwen as nourishment for his practice.

One day later, Ye Buwen added the lives of three Xuansha sect cultivators.

Another day later, two Xuansha sect cultivators were killed.

So many masters died, even the strongest elder in this group was killed.

The Xuansha Sect monks were finally scared.

They did not dare to search for Ye Buwen's traces separately, but fled together, fleeing towards Fengyun City, to seek the protection of the Jindan Patriarch.

At this time, the identities of the pursuers and the pursued were reversed, and it was Ye Buwen's turn to hold a knife and hunt them recklessly, looking for the figure of the Xuansha Sect monks.

The monks had no intention of fighting again during their escape, but four monks still died.

When he returned to Fengyun City again, the Xuansha spiritual power accumulated in Ye Buwen's body had formed a raging flame, and all the grass, trees, and monsters where he passed were gone.

In this way, Ye Buwen could harvest the blood around him even without moving his knife.

The Xuansha Sect monks looked at Ye Buwen's figure, and there was no more arrogance, only fear.

They did not dare to imagine that someone could withstand the evil ghost technique that killed so many people and not die.

They also did not dare to imagine that the power of Xuansha would be so strong that it could not kill a person.

"Go and ask the ancestor for help quickly. Only the Golden Core Ancestor can kill this kind of monster now."