Chapter 1235: Accident

What is this, could this person really be a transformed high-tier demonic beast? Otherwise, how could a human grow a third eye?

The teenager and girl were shocked and couldn't help but have this thought.

But before the two could warn their fellow disciples, the young man in the air suddenly turned his head, and a black light shot out from his third demonic eye, disappearing into the void in a flash.

Immediately, a muffled thunder-like sound came from the nearby air, white light flashed, and a figure actually appeared strangely from the void, only a few dozen zhang away from the young man.

Looking closely, this figure was actually an old man who looked to be over sixty years old, with his hair tied in a triangular bun, his feet bare, and a long horse face, which was extremely eye-catching. But as soon as this old man appeared, he didn't speak, just grabbed fiercely toward the opposite side with one hand.

Space fluctuated, and a crystal-clear pale yellow hand appeared above the young man's head, grabbing downward like lightning.

But the young man seemed to have expected it, his wings moved behind his back, and his person transformed into a blue arc and disappeared in place. The next moment, he appeared in another place nearby, but his face sank terribly.

"Old Monster Feng! You have been chasing me for a full month, and you clearly know that you cannot trap Han, yet you keep chasing me without letting go. What is the meaning of this?" The young man raised his eyebrows and shouted, his voice echoing like thunder in the nearby air.

The low-tier cultivators below were caught off guard and were shocked, looking up at the sky, and their ears buzzed loudly, and they fell to the ground one after another, unable to stand firm. Some with low cultivation simply went black in their eyes and fainted directly.

Only a few low-tier cultivators with magic tools to protect themselves and higher cultivation could maintain a trace of consciousness, but they were also soft all over and unable to get up at all, only able to move their necks and look at the "senior experts" in the air with great difficulty, their faces gray and pale.

These conscious cultivators naturally included the pair of teenagers who first discovered the anomaly in the air. They, like their fellow disciples, couldn't help but complain secretly.

If it were normal times, meeting a high-tier cultivator would be a heaven-sent opportunity, something they couldn't ask for. But meeting two high-tier cultivators fighting was the opposite situation, no different from a disaster. These young disciples couldn't help but reveal looks of fear.

They had heard more than once from their elders about the horror of high-tier cultivators fighting. No matter who said it, they were all told to escape as far as they could. If they were affected by the power of high-tier cultivators fighting, they would definitely be dead.

And in the eyes of those high-tier cultivators, low-tier cultivators at the Qi Refining stage were no better than ants, and they would never care about their existence at all.

"Hmph, killing others is one thing, but you actually killed my descendant in front of my face. How can I easily let you go? I don't believe that a mere Nascent Soul cultivator can really persist for much longer. I will sacrifice over ten years of lifespan to take you down and question you." The horse-faced old man said with a baleful aura, then pointed his finger from afar, and that crystal-clear yellow hand circled and slapped toward Han Li again.

The young man's wings moved behind his back, and he disappeared in place again, appearing in another place twenty zhang away, but after frowning, his face was full of depression.

The young man was naturally Han Li, who had just caused a huge stir in the Yin Luo Sect.

And the horse-faced old man opposite was an unexpected huge trouble that Han Li had provoked when he killed the last Yin Luo Sect elder.

This person was actually a Spirit Transformation stage cultivator who had some connection with that Yin Luo Sect elder.

Thinking of this, Han Li himself was also greatly regretful. Why did he choose this person on a whim? If he had chosen other Yin Luo Sect elders to seize the Ghost Luo Banners, he could have completely avoided this.

Speaking of which, at that time, this horse-faced old man was walking with that Yin Luo Sect elder, and the cultivation base he revealed was only at the early Nascent Soul stage. He didn't see anything wrong in the dark, so he didn't take this person to heart. As soon as he designed to lure the Yin Luo Sect elder out, the horse-faced old man actually appeared at the place where he took action, just in time to see him slash and kill the Yin Luo Sect elder.

In this way, the horse-faced old man immediately revealed his shocking Spirit Transformation stage cultivation in a rage and attacked him immediately.

If it weren't for Han Li's Wind-Thunder Wings and the Nine Changes of Gale being truly miraculous, he might have really suffered the poison hand of this Spirit Transformation cultivator by surprise.

But after he was scared out of his wits, he naturally didn't hesitate to display his Wind-Thunder Escape and slip away. Otherwise, according to his original plan, even if the Yin Luo Sect had recalled all the outside elders to the sect, he would have lurked near the Yin Luo Sect for several months to see if there were any opportunities.

But now that he had unexpectedly run into a Spirit Transformation cultivator, he naturally abandoned this idea immediately and fled. This gave the Yin Luo Sect an unintentional breathing space. With his current situation, a Spirit Transformation cultivator was the only thing he feared in this world.

This gave the Yin Luo Sect an unintentional breathing space.

But what made Han Li helpless happened. The Yin Luo Sect cultivator who was killed seemed to have a deep connection with this horse-faced old man, and the other party actually didn't hesitate to consume essence to chase him without letting go. It was just that his escape technique, although a bit better than the Wind-Thunder Escape, wasn't much different under the blessing of Spirit Transformation cultivation. And he didn't know what kind of hand-and-foot the other party had done on him; every time he shook off the other party for a period of time and wanted to hide, he was always accurately chased by the other party.

Han Li checked his body several times in a hurry, but didn't find anything unusual.

This made Han Li even more wary of this "Old Monster Feng," so he simply fought a war of attrition with the other party. He clearly knew the limitations of a Spirit Transformation cultivator and intended to rely on the ten-thousand-year spiritual liquid on his body to forcibly exhaust the other

But half a month later, Han Li was speechless.

He did not know if this horse-faced old man also possessed Myriad Year Spirit Liquid, but having traveled across several prefectures one after the other, the old man was just like him—there was no sign of his spiritual energy diminishing at all. However, given the other party's status as a Spirit Transformation cultivator, it would not be strange even if he truly had Myriad Year Spirit Liquid on his person.

Instead, he had been nearly blocked by the other party several times, and he had no choice but to use his treasures to maneuver slightly before he could slip away again immediately.

During these several contacts, Han Li naturally tried, just as he was doing now, to see if he could persuade the other party to give up the pursuit. The other party was clearly not a cultivator of the Ghost Spirit Sect, so it was not necessarily a life-or-death struggle.

But this horse-faced old man, who called himself "Old Monster Feng," seemed to have become angry from embarrassment because he could not catch up to him for so long. He refused him flatly without a second thought, and instead uttered some threatening words, telling him to surrender sooner to avoid suffering more bitterness.

Hearing these words, Han Li naturally rolled his eyes and ignored him.

In this way, the two chased each other for several more days and finally arrived here. At this moment, Han Li finally stopped his steps and decided to clash head-on with this Spirit Transformation cultivator. He wanted to see just how large the gap between himself and a Spirit Transformation cultivator really was. As long as he made the other party understand that even if he could kill him, the essence energy consumed would be something the other party could not afford, the other party would naturally give up the pursuit.

After all, if this continued, the Evil-Warding Divine Thunder stored in his Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords might not be enough, given how frequently he was using his Wind and Thunder Wings, and that would be truly troublesome.

Of course, Han Li did not know that this "Old Monster Feng" who had appeared behind him was already muttering incessantly in shock and anger, secretly feeling a great headache as well.

Han Li's magic power, which far exceeded that of an ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator by more than double, was naturally clear at a glance to the other party and could not be concealed at all. But what gave the old man the biggest headache was Han Li's bizarre Wind and Thunder Wings movement technique. This "Old Monster Feng" prided himself on his own movement technique being extraordinary, yet with the divine abilities of a Spirit Transformation cultivator, he still frequently failed to block the other party, allowing this Nascent Soul junior to retreat calmly under his very nose several times.

This left the horse-faced old man in a truly difficult position.

Come to think of it, that murdered Ghost Spirit Sect elder did not really have a deep relationship with him; he was just a descendant with whom he had a relatively close connection, though given his lifespan, he was naturally a descendant of countless generations. But as soon as the other party received news that someone was wantonly attacking the Nascent Soul elders within the sect, he thought it was another Spirit Transformation cultivator taking action. He immediately ran to his ancestor and begged for protection.

Because the other party was one of the few descendants who still knew of his existence, he could not bring himself to refuse and softened his heart, agreeing.

In his view, there were only so many Spirit Transformation cultivators in Great Jin. No matter which one the Ghost Spirit Sect had offended, causing them to go on a killing spree against the Ghost Spirit Sect elders, they would naturally not touch his own descendant out of respect for him. For this reason, he even specially cast a unique secret technique on his descendant so that other familiar Spirit Transformation cultivators could recognize him at a glance, while simultaneously sending people to ask these Spirit Transformation cultivators which fellow Daoist was attacking the Ghost Spirit Sect.

After doing all this, he used a secret technique to conceal his cultivation, preparing to protect this descendant back to the sect, and then he would no longer ask about this matter. As for the life or death of the Ghost Spirit Sect, what did that have to do with him?

The horse-faced old man never expected that, due to a moment of carelessness on the way, Han Li would unexpectedly behead that Ghost Spirit Sect elder right before his eyes.

If it were any other Spirit Transformation cultivator, the horse-faced old man, lacking the certainty of victory, would have swallowed his pride. After all, once cultivators of their level started fighting, the loss of lifespan was truly not worth the gain.

But upon seeing clearly that Han Li only had late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, this Old Monster Feng, who had always prided himself on his status and had a fiery temper, was immediately enraged. He wanted to kill Han Li on the spot.

Unfortunately, Han Li's movement technique and divine abilities were far beyond his expectations. He had chased him for over a month without success, which not only caused him to lose several years of lifespan but also forced him to use up nearly half of a small bottle of Myriad Year Spirit Liquid that he had obtained with great difficulty.

If he were to let go and stop chasing now, on one hand, the horse-faced old man was in a difficult position and could not vent the foul air in his chest; on the other hand, seeing that the several treasures Han Li had used in succession were all extraordinary, he could not help but feel a bit of greed.

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