Mortal Mage

Upon hearing Zhang Mingxuan's order, Ye Wu was stunned, and then her questioning eyes fell on Zhang Mingxuan.

"He should be seriously injured."

Zhang Mingxuan stared at the rat-eyed man standing on the ox beast.

At this time, the other party looked obviously flustered.

"court death!"

Song Chengchen spoke fiercely, pointed his sword at Zhang Mingxuan, and said in a gloomy voice: "I am a chivalrous and kind-hearted person, so I spared your lives, but you two don't know how to live or die."

"Get out of here!"

Hearing the other party say this, Ye Wu's eyes lit up.

My master has already asked me to kill you, and you don't do it right away. Why are you still wasting your breath here?

There seemed to be a barely perceptible tremor on Song Chengchen's sword.

And this action was keenly noticed by Ye Wu.

According to her experience, this kind of trembling was obviously caused by unstable internal breath, which made her certain that the person in front of her was already at the end of his strength.

She nodded immediately, gasped, and stabbed with the sword.

Song Chengchen's cheek twitched and he raised his sword to meet the attack.

There was a crisp sound, and the two men swung their swords against each other.

Ye Wu felt a numbness in his hand, and suddenly realized that the opponent's sword force was obviously unstable, so he immediately probed his spiritual sense.

Through his divine sense, he could see that the rat-eyed man's body was full of burns. He glanced at the bull beast lying below, and an irrepressible joy appeared under his red lips.

This rat-eyed man had been injured by the bull a long time ago and was bound to be unable to get rid of it completely, so he tracked the bull all the way. Unexpectedly, he was eventually killed by a punch from his master.

The true energy in his body circulated, and the sword in his hand suddenly engulfed in blazing flames.

The sword in Ye Wu's hand was the one that Shang Hua had given to Zhang Mingxuan. Although this sword was only a low-grade magic weapon, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back when facing Song Chengchen who had been seriously injured by the fire spiritual power.

And for Song Chengchen, it was even worse.

"Master! This man is in the early stage of Jindan. I am afraid I can only entangle him. I need my sister to help me!"

Hearing this, Zhang Mingxuan quickly sent a jade message to Ye Wu who had returned to the mountain. At the same time, he took out a spirit stone and began to recover the spiritual power in his body.

Watching Ye Wu fighting, he thought that he should prepare more elixirs for regulating breathing and replenishing energy in the future. If he still had to rely on spirit stones to regulate his breathing in times of crisis, he was afraid that he would not be so lucky next time.

After seven or eight breaths, Ye Die moved his body and came over gracefully. When he saw Ye Wu fighting, he joined the battle without saying a word.

During the fight, Song Chengchen realized from the force of the red-clothed woman's sword that she was only at the fifth level of Qi Refining, and he felt relieved.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even if he was seriously injured, he is still a Jindan stage cultivator. Even if he can't use his killing move, there is no way he can be killed by the woman in red in front of him.

Even if there were ten more people at the fifth level of Qi Refining, it would be a fifty-fifty chance at best.

But what happened next made him exclaim “Fuck it!”

After Ye Die joined, the true energy in her body alternated with Ye Wu, and the two women's external spiritual power gradually became stronger. After only a dozen moves of fighting, the spiritual power gathered under the sword, and the power suddenly rose to the initial stage of foundation building.

"I don't want this cow anymore!" Song Chengchen staggered to block the fight between the two women, looking at Zhang Mingxuan and saying, "I recognize you! You are the man named Zhang Mingxuan who is wanted by the six major sects in Cuiyun. You let me go, otherwise I will crush the jade slip. By then, not only Cuiyun, but also people from the entire Daochu Realm will come to kill you!" With his other hand, he took out a green jade slip from the storage bag and held it tightly.

How could Zhang Mingxuan not know that the cultivators from Cuiyun were searching the entire map for him in order to teleport the formation? He had finally hidden himself but was recognized, which made him even more murderous.

The spiritual energy in his body gradually recovered a little, and his face was calm, but his voice transmission to Yedie and Yewu was very sharp: "We can't let him send out the jade slip! Get rid of him quickly."

Seeing that Zhang Mingxuan was indifferent, Song Chengchen's tone became more anxious, "I have a magic weapon called Daoguang Breaking the Ban, which can break other people's storage bags!" The moves in his hands became more and more rapid and chaotic, "I will never lie to you!".

Hearing the other party say this, Zhang Mingxuan felt a little interested, but only a little.

He could even decipher the encrypted jade slips of the immortal sects, so for him, breaking into the storage bag was nothing more than a matter of time.

But if you don't kill this person, you will definitely be sought for revenge.

"Diewu, a quick fight and a quick decision."

Zhang Mingxuan finished speaking in a cold voice, and then he saw the two women suddenly exerting force in their hands, and the surrounding air waves surged, and a delicate cry resounded through the valley:

"ah!"

"Swoosh..." The two swords crossed over Song Chengchen's body, making a sound of flesh and bones being torn apart.

One sword swept across the neck to the left, and the other swept across the waist to the right.

With a "puff" sound, blood spurted out and Song Chengchen's body broke into three parts.

The blood fell on the two girls of Diewu, making their red clothes even more gorgeous.

Ye Die picked up Song Chengchen's flying sword, while Ye Wu took Song Chengchen's storage bag, walked towards Zhang Mingxuan, and bowed softly, "Master." She handed the storage bag to Zhang Mingxuan.

Zhang Mingxuan took the storage bag and ordered the two women to cut up the body of the ox beast and take out the demon pill. He then collected the two injured lion horses as pendants and quickly rushed back to the oxhorn bee.

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On a towering old tree deep in the valley, a sly old Taoist stared at the three people who were leaving. He pinched his moustache and muttered to himself thoughtfully, "What kind of luck does this loser have?"

This person was originally the Tianyi Sect's envoy in Zhoucheng recruiting talents. Since then, he has been secretly following Song Chengchen for several months in order to obtain the demon-suppressing talisman stone. After Song Chengchen used the demon-suppressing talisman stone to seriously injure the ox beast, he wanted to take action, but in order to save spiritual power, he finally decided to wait until Song Chengchen completely got rid of the ox beast before taking action, so he followed all the way here.

Even though the bull beast was seriously injured, without the demon-suppressing talisman stone, it would still take some effort for him to defeat it with his strength at the early stage of the golden elixir.

No one expected that this idiot Song Chengchen would fall into the gutter and be taken advantage of by a junior.

He recognized the bracelet on the young man's hand. It was the Tengyun bracelet that Manman, the deacon of Zhoucheng, wore. If it was used with full strength, one could reach the late Jindan stage.

"Tsk tsk, what a shame such a nice bracelet was ruined."

Ji Yiqian had already walked to the corpse of the bull beast. He picked up the broken particles of the Tengyun bracelet on the ground, muttered something, and then looked forward.

The flesh on the ox beast had been completely cut off by Diewu, leaving only its internal organs emitting a bloody smell.

He dug around in the organs for a while and finally pulled out a relatively intact organ - the cow's reproductive organ.

"Tsk, tsk, this is good stuff."

Ji Yiqian put Niu Huanxi into the storage bag, looked in the direction where Zhang Mingxuan left, and quickly chased after him.

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Niujiao Peak.

Zhang Mingxuan sat cross-legged in the spirit gathering formation, holding Yun in his arms.

The internal organs of Yun were charred black, and his breath was intermittent. If he couldn't find an ice-based elixir to regulate his internal breath and internal organs as soon as possible, he might not be able to hold on for a few more days.