Chapter 272: with translation of chapter title

「Go to the Ice Stone Ground! 」

At that moment, the Cold Chant Flood Dragon realized that before Yunhe brought it here, he had already set up numerous formations in the Ice Stone Ground.

Back then, the Cold Chant Flood Dragon still felt that although its master was strong, he was overly cautious.

Now it seems.

The master is wise!

But it quickly realized that luring the opponent to the Ice Stone Ground would still mean having to fight them.

This is a Yuan Ying-level old monster!

But after a moment's thought, it thought of Yunhe's Yuan Ying refined corpse.

With that refined corpse, they actually do have a way to fight.

After all, that old ghost did not come in its true form; it is more like a secret art similar to the Body Possession Great Law, but compared to that art, the old ghost's descent method is more direct, and the power it can display is necessarily stronger than that of a Yuan Ying Cultivator who has performed the Body Possession Great Law secret art.

But after all, it is not a Yuan Ying Cultivator personally descending.

We can fight!

「Don't think about those pointless things! 」

It seemed to have noticed the Cold Chant Flood Dragon's thoughts, and Yunhe angrily scolded it.

Is a Yuan Ying Stage old monster really that easy to deal with?

Even if he has a Yuan Ying refined corpse, that is not his true ability; the opponent cannot fully exert the power of a Yuan Ying Cultivator, but he also cannot fully exert the power of the Yuan Ying refined corpse.

Do not underestimate any Yuan Ying Cultivator; Yunhe still has this awareness.

The reason for going to the Ice Stone Ground is that only there could they truly escape and seize the initiative.

Isn't that so?

Not long after they had run out, a vast expanse of black clouds and mist appeared behind them, like a gluttonous beast that devours everything, chasing after them.

Within that miasmic ghostly mist, a huge ghostly head loomed faintly.

And hovering above that ghostly head, the existence cloaked in a black robe that concealed its form was precisely that Yuan Ying old monster, the Ten Thousand Ghosts spoken of by the Nine Ghosts Old Monster!

He had his hands behind his back, a pair of eyes glowing with green light fixedly staring at Yunhe and the Cold Chant Flood Dragon as they approached, with a hint of malice in the corner of his mouth.

「Little brat, you can really run. 」

But the distance between them was rapidly closing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

「Master, if this continues we'll be caught! 」

The Cold Chant Flood Dragon already felt the chilling cold coming from behind and shouted urgently.

Although the cloud-following dragon, its escape speed is naturally not slow, and with the Cloud Escape Talisman it is far faster than most Golden Core Cultivators, but that comparison is only with Golden Core Cultivators, not with Yuan Ying Cultivators.

At this speed, they will surely be caught within a quarter of an hour!

「Don't panic. 」

Yunhe's calm voice echoed in the Cold Chant Flood Dragon's mind, and then he took out another Cloud Escape Talisman, ignited it with a wave of his hand, and slapped it onto the Cold Chant Flood Dragon's body.

This time the Cloud Escape Talisman he took out was different from the previous one.

The previous Cloud Escape Talisman was made from the hide of a Thunder-Horn Mystic Crystal Crocodile, a first-generation talisman, whereas the one he now took out was made from the scales of a late-stage third-rank demon beast, the Fire Python, a second-generation talisman.

That was what Yunhe had created after his epiphany on Yuheng Island, in the valley of Immortal Maiden Qingling, when he further deepened his understanding of the Dragon Scale Pattern.

Actually, after the demon beast learned the Instant Movement ability, and with Yunhe's aid of the Wisdom Spirit Pill, he entered a state of enlightenment for a full month, giving him a newer understanding of the Dragon Scale Pattern, allowing him to craft a third-generation Cloud Escape Talisman.

It was only due to the lack of a suitable talisman carrier that he had been unable to craft it until now.

That said, the second-generation Cloud Escape Talisman gave the Cold Chant Flood Dragon's speed a significant boost.

The distance between them, which seemed to be closing, was held steady.

「Master, awesome! 」

The Cold Chant Flood Dragon couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

It actually allowed a third-rank late-stage demon beast's speed to match that of a Yuan Ying Cultivator's escape technique; this talisman is truly quite formidable.

Moreover, for some reason, the Cold Chant Flood Dragon felt that this talisman was highly compatible with it, as if it were half-made for it, giving it a feeling of being like a fish in water.

Even more, it felt that if it used this talisman for a long time, it might be able to 'grasp' some special insights.

Little did it know, this Cloud Escape Talisman originated from the Dragon Scale Pattern and truly matched it well; if it could learn even a little from it, it would undoubtedly reap boundless benefits.

「Stop sighing, Mysterious Beast Escape Technique! 」

Yunhe was not as optimistic as it; he could feel the ghostly mist behind them intensifying a bit, so he hastily sent a mental message.

Upon hearing that, the Cold Chant Flood Dragon finally realized it was no longer the wild flood dragon it once was; it had cultivated the Mysterious Beast Technique.

It immediately let out a long howl.

As its huge body swayed in midair, the Mysterious Beast power surged, and its speed suddenly increased again.

「Hmph! The escape technique is not slow! 」

The smile on the face of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Old Ancestor, who stood with his hands behind his back, gradually faded; he let out a cold snort, and immediately a terrifying surge of magical power emanated from him, the wanton ghostly mist expanded once more, and his speed increased as well.

But in the back-and-forth, the distance between them truly did not close again, making the Ten Thousand Ghosts Old Ancestor's expression look even worse.

「This old ancestor wants to see just how long you can hold out! 」

For a moment.

Yunhe and the Cold Chant Flood Dragon fled at high speed, while the Ten Thousand Ghosts Old Ancestor pursued them directly with terrifying ghostly mist, causing many cultivators along the way to tremble.

But upon realizing that these two great cultivators had not noticed them, they all felt a sense of having survived a calamity.

However, this incident quickly caused a considerable impact.

Even a few Golden Core Cultivators witnessed the scene, and while they panicked and fled in shock, a hint of doubt also arose in their hearts.

A demonic path Yuan Ying Cultivator has appeared in the Martial Kingdom; shouldn't the Snow Sword Sect show some reaction?

Moreover, who is the person who, despite being pursued and hunted by a Yuan Ying Cultivator, still managed to escape?

Of course.

These are not important to Yunhe now; he can only flee with a grim face, while the Cold Chant Flood Dragon has been rushing all along, and it fought a battle with a Late Jie Dan Stage cultivator of the Ghost Sect, and now it carries him in a frantic escape; even though it is a late third-stage flood dragon, it now feels its demonic power insufficient.

The speed gradually slowed down.

"Master." the Cold Chant Flood Dragon's voice had lost its former liveliness.

Yunhe sighed.

"You have done enough; from now on I will handle it myself."

He said.

He waved his hand.

He recalled the Cold Chant Flood Dragon into the Spirit Beast Bag, then immediately took out another Cloud Escape Talisman, slapped it on himself, performed the Five Elements Escape Technique, and fled.

However.

After this escape, the Ice Stone Land was right before his eyes.

Because he put away the Cold Chant Flood Dragon once, WanguLaozu behind him was now even closer.

Such a distance already fell within WanguLaozu's casting range.

So Yunhe soon felt a chill rise from his spine.

Then he saw.

Behind Yunhe, a pitch-black ghostly hand lightly slapped at him.

The ghostly hand appeared slow and weak.

But to Yunhe, it felt as if this claw had been magnified countless times, like a monkey jumping on Five Finger Mountain, completely enveloped.

After a huge sound, the surrounding air suddenly trembled.

An intangible black hole appeared behind him, frantically sucking toward the ghostly hand.

Yunhe's body tensed, as if being pulled back by an irresistible force, his movements slightly sluggish at the same time the ghostly hand struck.

Those five fingers were icy and wanton, emitting a yin-slaughter aura that filled the heavens.

"Unavoidable!"

Yunhe's face turned pale, but he did not prepare to surrender; suddenly he opened his mouth, and an Earth-Colored Small Shield flew out, flashing and completely covering him.

At the same time, two flying swords shot out, their Heavenly Thunder Power bursting forth and converging into a panicked thunder that struck the ghostly hand before the Demon-Holding Armor made contact.

"Boom!!"

With a boom, the light of the Five Elements Heavenly Thunder Sword converged, and it immediately flew back.

The ghostly hand also became somewhat illusory under the thunder's bombardment.

"Heavenly Thunder Power?!"

Feeling the thunder from the Five Elements Heavenly Thunder Sword, WanguLaozu's eyes widened, full of surprise and with a hint of apprehension.

The Heavenly Thunder Power's restraining effect was all too obvious for him.

However, even if the Heavenly Thunder Power restrained him further, it was not enough to dispel the ghostly hand he had unleashed, and the ghostly hand continued to slap at Yunhe.

"Thud!!"

On the Demon-Holding Armor, a deep, muffled sound suddenly burst forth.

That sturdy shield was directly slapped away.

A violent surge carried the Demon-Holding Armor, which finally landed on Yunhe's body.

It was slapped toward the distance.

In an instant.

Ice Stone shattered, the ice layers collapsed.

A light cough sounded, and amidst flashing five-colored light, a figure stumbled out from the Ice Stone, stepping on the broken ice chunks, with the Demon-Holding Armor protected in front, two flying swords circling at his sides, and he lifted his head to look.

Yunhe's face lost all color, and his body was further covered with a thin layer of blood mist.

Although he blocked the ghostly hand's slap, he also suffered a considerable injury.

The might of the Nascent Soul is truly terrifying!

But WanguLaozu was also somewhat surprised, for his previous move, though seemingly light and easy, was not simple; after all, having chased him all this way, he had pent-up anger, and that angry strike, even if not his true body descending, could not be blocked by a Golden Core cultivator.

No wonder the Nine Ghosts Old Monster summoned him.

This Late Jie Dan Stage cultivator is truly not simple.

What surprised him even more was that Yunhe, who had fallen to the ground, did not flee.

WanguLaozu swept his divine sense over the area and immediately noticed something amiss; his expression instantly turned somewhat strange.

This person had actually set up a formation here.

Could it be that he intended to use this place's formation to deal with him?

Where does he get his confidence?

After a brief moment of shock, WanguLaozu laughed loudly, without the slightest hesitation, and fell downward.

Since a mere Late Jie Dan Stage cultivator thought he could deal with him using a formation, he would make the opponent understand just how great the gap between Golden Core and Nascent Soul is.

Seeing WanguLaozu fall, Yunhe narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, formed a hand seal, and let out a low shout.

"Rise!"

"Hum——"

With a slight tremor, formations rose up one after another out of thin air.

Small Five Elements Mutual Generation Formation, Small Inverted Five Elements Formation, Formless Falling Thunder Formation, Eight Clouds Follow Heart Formation

Several third-rank formations enclosed Yunhe, WanguLaozu, and the Golden Core cultivators accompanying him.

To be honest.

Although Wan Gui Lao Zu sensed that there was a formation here, he is after all not a formation master; he really didn't expect that the ambush formation hidden here would actually be so many!

Is this person so cautious?

Even though Wan Gui Lao Zu has lived for a thousand years, this is the first time he has seen someone lay so many formations in one place.

Not to mention the Golden Core cultivators behind him.

If it weren't for Wan Gui Lao Zu being here, this group of Golden Core cultivators, upon seeing so many formations and with Yunhe presiding, would really not even know how they died.

He was somewhat amused and snorted: "There are many formations, but you don't think that relying on these formations you can deal with this old ancestor, do you? This old ancestor can only say, you are really too naive."

But before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly stopped.

Because he saw a figure suddenly walk out from beside Yunhe.

Wan Gui Lao Zu could clearly sense the threatening aura emanating from that figure.

"Nascent Soul Refined Corpse?!" Wan Gui Lao Guai exclaimed in shock, staring at Yunhe with disbelief and speculation in his eyes, he said in a deep voice: "Little friend, who exactly are you? Or are you the descendant of a certain Dao friend of this old ancestor of mine?"

How could an ordinary Golden Core cultivator possibly possess a Nascent Soul Refined Corpse?

Even if one had it, it could not be controlled by a mere Late Jie Dan Stage cultivator, unless a Yuan Ying Cultivator had previously left a seal to facilitate control.

But after thinking it over, he still couldn't figure out who exactly had such ability to actually refine a Nascent Soul Refined Corpse!

Even among Golden Core cultivators, it's hard to tell victory or defeat, let alone life and death, so what more for Yuan Ying cultivators?

Moreover, to refine a Nascent Soul Refined Corpse, one must at least preserve a complete body and Nascent Soul; how could such a trifling difference in strength achieve that?

Could it be that behind this person is a great cultivator of late Nascent Soul stage?

Or even Spirit Transformation?

Yunhe obviously wouldn't have guessed that Wan Gui Lao Zu had thought of so much.

His reason for painstakingly luring the opponent here is very simple.

I have long heard that the gap between Yuan Ying cultivators and Golden Core cultivators is like a heavenly chasm; today I want to test whether a Golden Core cultivator can reverse slay a Nascent Soul!

Yunhe's voice was stern, his expression grave.

As for the reverse slay, he certainly resorted to a trick.

But his aura must not be lacking.

Upon hearing this, Wan Gui Lao Zu was stunned, then laughed angrily.

Good, good, good! No matter who is behind you, this old ancestor will teach you on behalf of your elders: no matter how deep your background, a Yuan Ying cultivator is not something that a mere Golden Core cultivator like you can boast about and threaten to destroy!

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