"Fuck you~~~"
Liu Hong's face was ashen. He never expected that his opponent was so powerful. No wonder he looked at him as if he were looking at a dead man.
But he didn't show much fear and continued to curse.
Screaming secretly, Xu Wen's magic power rushed out, straight down along the cervical spine, and began to seal his meridians and acupuncture points.
However, two sword blades rushed out from Liu Hong's shoulders, circled around his neck, and slashed down hard.
The Black Iron Magic Sword was raised, and one blade flew away, but the other blade was too late and struck Liu Hong's neck hard.
Blood surged wildly, and the huge head crashed to the ground.
As an evil cultivator who kills people and seizes treasures, Liu Hong has long taken life lightly and does not take other people's lives seriously, nor does he take his own life seriously.
He asked himself that it was impossible to escape from Xu Wen's hands, and he would never betray the last member of his clan, and he did not want to be tortured and interrogated, so he simply committed suicide.
The two blades were hidden in his shoulder blades. They were originally a weapon to attack the enemy, but now they became his own life-saving talisman.
"A thing that can kill a thousand swords!"
Looking at his head with eyes still wide open, Xu Wen cursed in a low voice.
He packed up his loot and turned to leave.
A quarter of an hour later, Liu Minghe and Chu Yin, who were sitting among the ruins chatting, noticed that there was a disturbance in the fog not far away, and Xu Wen strode in with neither sadness nor joy.
"Finished?"
Liu Minghe stood up quickly and asked loudly.
"It's over!"
Nodding, Xu Wen replied lightly, as if he just crushed an ant to death.
After looking at Xu Wen for a few times, Chu Yin and Liu Minghe could not conceal their surprise and admiration in their eyes.
They were not worried that Xu Wen would not be able to beat the opponent. They took several risks and Xu Wen's ability was obvious to all, but they did not expect that it would be so fast and so neat.
Less than an hour later, Xu Wen found and killed the opponent without even a scratch on his body.
Liu Hong is not a weakling who cannot stand up to the stage, but a middle-stage Qi-refining monk whose profession is to kill people and seize treasures.
Unknowingly, Xu Wen, who was originally inconspicuous, had caught up with or even surpassed them.
"I have something to trouble you two senior brothers, help me inquire about someone!"
Looking at Chu Yin and Liu Minghe, an idea suddenly emerged. Xu Wen raised his hand and drew continuously, and Lao Du's appearance slowly appeared in the air:
"This man's name is Lao Du. He used to hang out in the ghost market near Shiban Street and do some stone betting..."
Knowing that this person was the culprit of today's incident, both of them nodded heavily.
Chu Yin had a wide network of contacts and knew people from all walks of life. Liu Minghe joined the Liu family and was considered a half-aboriginal. Their ability to find people must be far better than Xu Wen.
Just as they were talking, the next moment, the three people's expressions suddenly changed and they all raised their heads.
The fog in the Western Mountains that had rarely moved at first suddenly began to flow, surging from all directions to the center.
Wherever it passed, everything disappeared, as if it had been swallowed by the beast hiding inside.
"Don't panic, stop with calmness!"
Having witnessed the disappearance of Endless End, Xu Wen was much more experienced than Chu and Yin.
The three of them took out their magic weapons together, stood with their backs to each other, and waited quietly.
The mist was extremely fast and rushed to the vicinity of the three people in an instant, completely submerging them.
Everything began to tremble and vibrate, and the earth seemed to be dancing, making the three of them unsteady and staggering.
Countless images of light and shadow passed before my eyes, small squares shrouded in fog, and many familiar or unknown figures.
The next moment, Xu Wen suddenly widened his eyes and looked into the mist.
In an illusory formation with no earth and only many clouds and strong aura, a strange ink-colored flower grew on one of the clouds.
The strong wind kept whistling around him, but as soon as he got close to it, it became extremely soft.
The first time I saw it, in the mysterious space where the five-color light pillar was located, the Yin-Yang Five-element Fish, which had been jumping happily among the five-color plants, suddenly screamed and roared like a giant whale.
The green and red light pillars all emitted bright light, as if they were gathering together.
After taking the Yin-Yang Five Elements Fish, I have never had such a strange phenomenon. Obviously, the ink-colored flower is the spiritual thing that drives the Yin-Yang Five Elements Fish.
Thinking that he could change his spiritual roots from 24 points to 48 points, even if he had a narrow escape, Xu Wen was determined to try.
Light and shadow passed quickly before his eyes. Between the lightning and flint, he suddenly jumped and rushed towards the illusion.
"Xu Wen!"
Two exclamations sounded behind him, but they quickly disappeared in the wind.
Countless pictures whizzed past in front of my eyes, and there were even close calls of exclamation. The illusory formation full of clouds turned out to be getting closer and closer.
The next moment, the surrounding area suddenly turned white, and he landed on a white cloud.
The cloud looked fluffy, but it was actually very tough. It only sank a little and supported his body.
In the distance, surrounded by countless strong winds, a spiritual flower emitting a strange ink light was blooming in full bloom.
Actuating the cloud-stepping boots, Xu Wen was about to rush over, but the fog came faster, swarming in from all directions, and his vision became hazy and blurry again.
"No!"
With a roar, the object of enlightenment was right in front of him, but he missed it, how could he endure it.
But the speed of the fog was far beyond imagination. In just an instant, the illusory formation flew past and was no longer traceable.
After gathering his composure, Xu Wen quickly forced himself to endure.
According to the characteristics of the Xishan ruins, I have already entered that secret realm. As long as I come back next time, there is a high chance of entering there again.
Thinking of this, my irritable and angry heart calmed down a little.
The mist moved faster and faster, and countless phantoms passed before my eyes, perhaps thousands of them.
Xu Wen couldn't tell whether he was moving or the phantom was moving.
Amidst the rapid changes, the passage of time became much blurred. I don’t know how long it took before countless phantoms suddenly disappeared, and the lush green rushed towards my face.
Xu Wen instinctively stepped on his cloud boots and flew up. The green light of the Black Iron Magic Sword surged, and three swords were fired up, down, left, right, and in all directions.
With a "bang" sound, he stepped heavily on the ground and rushed forward several feet uncontrollably, as if a speeding train couldn't stop for a moment.
The surroundings were safe, and no one was attacking him, but it was by no means empty.
In the field of vision, people were flying out of the void from all directions, screaming and roaring as they hit the ground, making loud noises one after another.
After a little observation, Xu Wen discovered that this was actually the Hengjue Mountain Range.
I don’t know what happened in the Xishan ruins, but everyone was expelled in one fell swoop.
The next moment, a very strong breath came from the air, and a figure rushed out like lightning and hit a small hill heavily.
There was a loud "boom" and more than half of the hill was flattened on the spot.
At the same time, other foundation-building monks rushed out from all directions, and each of them fell heavily to the ground in a state of embarrassment.
(End of chapter)
