Chapter 360: Hanging the enemy's head high

"Stay?"

"Stay your mother's step!"

Boss Hu cursed and changed direction to escape.

And in that cloud of blood mist, the sky full of sword light instantly converged, turning into a blood-colored sword pill.

Hum!

The sword pill trembled slightly!

Then it erupted with extreme speed, chasing and killing like a meteor.

The speed was too fast, not something ordinary Foundation Establishment true cultivators could avoid.

Boss Hu's heart trembled, and he summoned his flying sword to intercept.

But the flexibility of the sword pill was far superior to his sword-controlling technique, bypassing the flying sword in one go.

"Damn it!"

Boss Hu hurriedly cast a talisman, blooming with a earthy yellow light shield.

This was a Tier 2 Jin Gang Talisman, known for its defense.

Not only that, he sacrificed a mysterious yellow iron shield and blocked it in front of him.

"With this, should I be worry-free?"

All this took a long time to say, but it was extremely fast.

Simultaneously, the meteor sword pill collided with the Jin Gang Wall.

Sss...

In Boss Hu's terrified gaze, the Tier 2 defensive talisman was vulnerable and was broken instantly.

The next moment, the sword pill stabbed at the mysterious yellow iron shield.

Squeak... squeak...

The harsh friction sound almost pierced people's eardrums.

The scattered sparks were intense and brilliant.

But in the end, it was blocked.

"The might of a great cultivator is actually so terrifying..."

Watching the sword pill retreat, as if it was about to attack again.

Boss Hu trembled and turned to run.

However, in the dark, a feeling of impending disaster emerged from his mind.

He looked up suddenly.

In his pupils, it covered the sky and the sun!

I don't know when, a huge mountain peak had already shrouded his head, pressing down slowly but firmly.

The majestic spiritual pressure stirred up thousands of layers of wind and clouds.

Boss Hu couldn't control his figure under that terrifying pressure and fell to the ground.

He raised his head with difficulty, his face pale.

"No!!!"

The Heavy Fan Seal fell with a rumble, as if it wanted to press him into a meat patty.

But when it reached three feet above his head, it stopped abruptly.

Boom...

Although the magic treasure stopped, its remaining power forcefully pressed the ground down three meters deep.

A huge crater appeared on the ground.

Boss Hu was weak in his limbs and lay paralyzed in it.

The impending disaster stopped.

Whoosh!

A figure appeared in front of him, it was Qin Liangchen who had been killing wantonly before.

"Get up, come with me, our President wants to see you."

While he was speaking, the mountain peak above his head shrank into a small seal and flew back spinning.

Until this moment, that huge pressure slowly dissipated.

Boss Hu trembled, as if he had been scared out of his wits, and crawled up from the ground.

"Who is your President?"

"You'll know when you go!"

Qin Liangchen looked at his embarrassed self, curled his lips, and walked in front by himself.

Boss Hu followed behind with heavy steps, his eyes flashing, not looking like he had been scared out of his wits at all.

Just as his eyes were turning, preparing to suddenly kill and escape.

A buzzing sound suddenly came to his ears.

That sword pill was spinning beside him at some point.

From time to time, it spat out sword light, making people's hair stand on end.

Boss Hu trembled subconsciously, and the scene of Kou Ji being killed just now appeared in his mind.

That was definitely not a sudden killing move!

It was an ambush arranged long ago.

Otherwise, even a late Foundation Establishment great cultivator couldn't kill a Foundation Establishment early-stage cultivator in seconds without anyone noticing.

Not to mention the mountain peak transformed by the small seal.

It was clearly arranged on their retreat path in advance.

Only with preparation can there be a thunderous blow!

Boss Hu didn't dare to have any more extravagant thoughts; such an existence was simply not something he could fool with little tricks.

"The other party didn't kill me directly like they did Kou Ji, which means they need me alive."

"I hope he's someone easy to get along with."

"However, how did he discover our planning?"

……

"President, I've brought him back."

On the flying boat, Boss Hu saw the young man surrounded by a group of cultivators.

Wearing a red cloud Daoist robe, skin like white jade, sword eyebrows and bright eyes.

Seeing how young he looked, Boss Hu breathed a sigh of relief.

Being so young, he probably didn't have much killing intent.

But when he saw those deep, ancient eyes, his soul trembled.

"You guys clean up the battlefield, don't stay, continue moving forward."

"You come in with me."

In a trance, Boss Hu entered the hall in the very center of the Langqi Flying Boat.

As soon as he entered.

Thump!

He didn't care about the dignity of a Foundation Establishment true cultivator at all, his legs went soft and he knelt down.

"Senior, please spare my life. Hu was just momentarily possessed by a ghost, seeing that I didn't cause any loss to you..."

"Raise your head!"

Boss Hu raised his head subconsciously.

What entered his eyes were those cold, deep eyes that reflected into the depths of his sea of consciousness.

Shocking pressure, confusing chaos, his soul stirred endlessly, wanting to resist.

But weak as he was, under this huge soul pressure, he was just that weak.

In the sea of consciousness, only a pair of huge, indifferent eyes were watching him.

"Name!"

"Hu Wei, the 'Wei' from 'Hu Zuo Fei Wei'."

"Where are you from? Who instructed you?"

"From Daguang Immortal City, no one instructed me, I was just greedy for wealth."

"What do you know about the Nine Leiji Mountains, tell me one by one."

"At the Leiji Mountain battlefield, the leader is the late Jin Dan Venerable Yaoxing of the Yuding Sword Sect, there are five Sword Sect Jin Dan, and three hundred Foundation Establishment sword cultivators. The main force of the coalition is the Yan Alliance cultivators, and the Sword Sect vassals Tian Song Daowu, Cold Moon Temple, Flowing Sand Sword Sect..."

In the quiet hall.

Only Hu Wei's voice remained.

Initially fast and decisive, slowly it became dull and slow.

Regarding intelligence, it also became more and more blurred, mostly replaced by words like 'probably', 'estimate', 'perhaps'.

Especially involving defense lines, stations, and other information, he didn't know anything.

At the end.

He said with a tired and difficult expression: "That's all I know."

"Hmm."

Following this 'hmm', Hu Wei woke up in a trance.

The huge eyes in the sea of consciousness had already dissipated.

He looked at the hall blankly, and all the words he had said before flowed back like a tide.

Just for a moment, his face turned pale.

He had hit an iron plate!

The person in front of him was not only powerful, but his soul was suffocatingly strong, and his methods were so extraordinary.

In front of him, he had almost no secrets.

No wonder the other party was well-prepared before.

With this soul strength, his spiritual sense could reach more than ten miles away.

Their group of more than a dozen people, without any cover, was as conspicuous as a candle in the dark night.

He swallowed his saliva and knelt on the ground.

"Senior, I've said everything I know, please spare my life. You are a great person with a great amount..."

"I'll ask you one last question."

Luo Chen smiled, his tone gentle.

Hu Wei nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Please ask, I will definitely know everything and say everything!"

"A very simple question, don't be afraid."

Hu Wei's heart relaxed, listening to the following.

Luo Chen played with the sword pill in his hand and said casually: "If I weren't here, how did you plan to deal with this boat of cultivators?"

Hu Wei was stunned for a moment.

He raised his head subconsciously, just about to open his mouth.

A sword light rose from his hand.

"I..."

Hu Wei only felt the world spinning.

When he stopped, he only saw his own headless body kneeling in the hall.

Luo Chen shook his head, "You shouldn't have hesitated."

Hu Wei died with his eyes wide open.

After dealing with Hu Wei, Luo Chen fell into deep thought.

Just now, he used the Soul-Shocking Technique to deter the enemy, and then used the Soul-Confusing Technique to confuse the other party's mind.

Although he couldn't do it as domineeringly as the demonic soul-searching technique, he also asked for what he wanted.

This group of robbers was not strong.

They were just two Foundation Establishment early-stage cultivators.

They couldn't make waves on the Leiji Mountain battlefield, so they changed their identities and started the business of robbing the Luoyun Sect's logistics.

They could earn spirit stones and also earn the merit issued by the Sword Sect.

Nothing worth mentioning, they couldn't even pass three rounds under Luo Chen's hands.

What made Luo Chen interested was that the composition of the Sword Sect's allies was so complicated.

Or rather, it wasn't complicated, but very simple.

It was just the Sword Sect and the Yan Alliance.

What was complicated were the vassals under the Sword Sect.

Tian Song Daowu, Cold Moon Temple, Flowing Sand Sword Sect... seven or eight factions in a row, all of which were first-rate large factions with some fame in the Yuding Domain!

In the sect, at least there was a Jin Dan cultivator sitting in town!

This specification was a bit high.

Think about the vassals of the Jin Dan great sect, whether it was the Yan Alliance, the Ice Fortress, or Ailao Mountain, etc., basically they were only Foundation Establishment level factions.

Only the Green Pill Valley was wealthy and powerful, having one or two first-rate vassals at the Jin Dan level.

"No wonder the Sword Sect gathered the power of two families, but could hard-resist the four-sect coalition of the Luoyun Sect, and even had the upper hand."

"Admittedly, there was the reason that the four sects were of one mind but not one strength, but the foundation of the Sword Sect's three hundred years of operation in the Yuding Domain cannot be underestimated."

After sighing, Luo Chen also had a deeper understanding of the situation on the Leiji Mountain battlefield.

After arriving there, he wouldn't be at a loss.

Dealing with enemies, at least he could simply distinguish the other party's background.

Sent a sound transmission.

Soon Qin Liangchen walked in.

First glance.

Qin Liangchen saw Hu Wei's corpse with eyes wide open on the ground.

"Take it out and hang it on the flagpole!"

Qin Liangchen was surprised: "Isn't it too ostentatious?"

Hanging the head of a Foundation Establishment true cultivator to show the public, even in the cultivation world, was a very excessive operation.

But Luo Chen didn't care much.

"Going all the way, I don't know how many troubles there will be. Although I'm not very afraid of trouble, I also feel that these unnecessary troubles are troublesome."

The meaning was a bit convoluted.

But Qin Liangchen quickly understood the meaning.

With such a Foundation Establishment true cultivator's head hanging high, those cultivators who have any ulterior motives on the road must weigh whether they have the courage to provoke a faction that can kill, and even dare to hang the head of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Moreover, the road they were taking was the relatively safe rear.

Even if there were troubles, there wouldn't be many.

Hanging the head, these few troubles would stay away.

"Indeed, the President is right. Being ostentatious also has the benefits of being ostentatious!"

Qin Liangchen laughed, holding Hu Wei's corpse in one hand and the other party's head in the other, and walked out of the hall.

Not long after.

Outside came the noise of the Luo Tian Society cultivators.

Hanging the head of a Foundation Establishment true cultivator was still very shocking to Qi Refining cultivators.

After the noise, it was the sound of discussing Luo Chen.

Haven't taken action for many years, the President's strength has improved again!

Still several miles away, he could easily defeat a true cultivator of the same rank without seeing the head or tail.

One instant kill, one suppression!

Such a record truly shocked a group of Luo Tian cultivators.

Similarly, it also boosted their confidence in going to the Leiji Mountain battlefield.

Following the President, they never lost a battle, always advancing triumphantly, winning every battle!

Inside the hall.

Luo Chen didn't care much about these.

He looked at the two storage bags in front of him and became interested.

One was Hu Wei's, one was Kou Ji's.

Spiritual sense released, probed into it, Luo Chen smiled.

The two's methods were not great.

The spiritual sense imprints left behind were also quite shallow.

With his current ability, wanting to crack them was as easy as turning over his hand!

He flicked his hand, the Great Perfection Cleaning Spell brushed over, and he wiped away the imprints of the two.

So easy, it was truly sigh-worthy.

Thinking back then, he spent three full years cracking Duan Qiankun's storage bag!

Even after his realm improved a lot later, wiping away the imprints of Foundation Establishment early-stage cultivators would take half a year or even a year.

Unlike now, he could break it with a flick.

"Strong soul, there are many conveniences."

Smiling slightly, Luo Chen's spiritual sense probed into it.

"Eh!"

He thought there was nothing good in it, but after a sweep, it really gave him a little surprise.

Luo Chen's mind stirred, and a mineral stone that was a zhang high appeared at his feet.

Looking at this item, Luo Chen couldn't help but nod.

"That's right, it really is the raw ore of Soft Thunder Sand; if processed well, at least two taels can be refined."

Soft Thunder Sand, as the most commonly used item for refining magic treasures, is listed as a Tier 3 material, and its value has always been tight.

Two taels of Soft Thunder Sand are worth at least a few thousand spirit stones, and it's not easy to buy.

"This is just a piece of raw ore."

"The Nine Leiji Mountains are buried with I don't know how much raw ore, and every year I don't know how many other precious mineral materials are excavated."

"The Sword Sect just relies on this mineral resource, I don't know how many spirit stones they earn every year."

"No wonder the Luoyun Sect is so jealous of this place, fighting to the death to take it down."

Smiled, Luo Chen put this thing back.

Then he transferred the more than forty thousand spirit stones added up from the two storage bags to his own storage bag.

As for other things, he didn't look at them much.

There were a few top-grade magic tools, but he currently had the sword pill and the Heavy Fan Seal in hand, so he wasn't very short of them.

However, he kept Hu Wei's shield.

This was a rare top-grade defensive magic tool; he didn't need it, but he could reward it to others later.

Top-grade defensive magic tools, even for Foundation Establishment true cultivators, are very coveted!

As for other sundries, Luo Chen planned to keep them and return them to the Luo Tian Society treasury; they would always be useful.

After handling these things.

Luo Chen fell into a state of not going out again.

The Langqi Flying Boat flew slowly.

For the rest of the journey, there were no big troubles.

During this period, Luo Chen released his spiritual sense from time to time to scan the surrounding situation.

With his soul strength, it was enough to cover a radius of twenty miles!

During this period, he really discovered a robber team composed of three Foundation Establishment true cultivators.

However, after discovering the head hanging on the Langqi Flying Boat, they hesitated and finally chose to retreat.

A few days later.

The Langqi Flying Boat slowly landed on a land covered with golden yellow.

"President, we have arrived!"

In the hall, Luo Chen opened his eyes and stood up.

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