Chapter 365: Pursuit

Little Wei Yuan ran without stopping; the passage was winding, and they ran at least ten miles before reaching the exit. Along the way, they passed who knows how many forks, just like a huge underground labyrinth. If this was natural terrain, it was truly the work of heaven and earth.

The exit was in a stream valley, covered by several natural large rocks, completely impossible to discover from a slightly further distance. Little Wei Yuan scanned the surroundings with his spiritual sense, only able to roughly determine the terrain within ten feet.

It was still late at night, and the cold wind was howling, making Little Wei Yuan feel a bit cold. So Little Wei Yuan took off the leather clothing he was wearing, wrapped the woman tightly, and then summoned a Dao Foundation warrior to carry the woman on his back.

He himself took out two one-foot-thick boxes shaped like lunch boxes, placed one on each side, aimed them at the exit hole, and only then turned to follow the Dao Foundation warrior in front.

The Dao Foundation warrior led the way in front, leaping several feet from time to time, using large rocks or tree trunks exposed on the snow as stepping points, and his speed was quite fast. He followed Little Wei Yuan's order to specifically choose rugged and steep mountain terrain to run, completely avoiding the flat valley.

Although the Liao horses were fierce, they could not walk on this kind of mountain terrain.

Not long after Little Wei Yuan left, several snow wolves suddenly rushed out from the exit in the stream valley! Behind the snow wolves followed several Liao people, one of whom sent a signal to the sky.

The snow wolves sniffed the ground, howled at the sky, and then chased in the direction Little Wei Yuan had left.

However, just as they leaped, boxes suddenly popped out from the ground on both sides in front, and then the box lids fell off, revealing flying swords densely packed inside!

Amidst the violent explosion, countless flying swords the size of palms shot out in a fan shape, and under the crossfire, there were no blind spots, instantly turning the giant wolves and two Liao people into sieves! Only the last Liao person retreated into the passage in time, thus escaping a disaster.

A moment later, several Liao people landed at the cave entrance, looking at the wolf corpses all over the ground, their faces livid. The Liao people not only had Liao horses but also snow wolves.

This kind of snow wolf was as big as an ox and was already a spirit beast, capable of tearing tigers and leopards apart. They had excellent endurance, were good at tracking, and were natural hunters in this snowy mountain; each one was worth a thousand taels of immortal silver. As a result, three top-grade snow wolves had actually fallen into the opponent's trap and were all killed!

The surviving Liao person also had a sword wound on his thigh, nearly pierced through.

The leading Liao centurion listened to his account with a cold face and looked at the scene again. But the traps Little Wei Yuan set up were all manifested from his own Dao Foundation; they would disappear on their own when the Dao power was exhausted, so not a single trace was left.

This Liao centurion asked an old man with a black, thin, and withered appearance beside him: "Can you track them?"

The old man said: "No problem. But blood sacrifice is needed."

The Liao centurion grabbed the Liao person with the injured thigh and directly slashed his neck with a knife!

The old man immediately stained himself with the fresh blood, drew a line in the air, and left a thick bloodstain. His hands moved like flying, and in a blink of an eye, he drew a complex three-dimensional formation, like a peeled eyeball, and then pointed, and the eyeball turned into blood light and soared into the sky!

Little Wei Yuan was running in the mountains when suddenly a mass of blood energy appeared on his head out of nowhere, sticking to his body and unable to be shaken off.

"The Liao tribe's tracking blood seal!" Little Wei Yuan immediately recognized the origin of the blood energy.

Little Wei Yuan immediately cast a Daoist technique, and a phantom split from his body, taking away a portion of the blood energy. But as soon as the phantom left more than a foot, the blood energy returned to Little Wei Yuan's body on its own.

The shadow substitute specifically for breaking tracking marks was ineffective.

At this moment, at the exit, the old man released a blood bee two feet in size and said: "The old man's tracking blood seal locks onto the primordial spirit, and ordinary means cannot break it. Oh, I have already sensed it; this time the opponent is just a Dao Foundation. Not worth mentioning."

The Liao centurion nodded and said to a subordinate beside him: "Notify Lord Long Ying and say that we have already found the person he is looking for and are tracking him. Please ask him to come as soon as possible."

Then the old man released the blood bee, and a group of Liao tribe people followed closely.

At this moment, Little Wei Yuan had just fled to a hundred miles away, and the feeling of being locked onto in his heart was getting stronger and stronger; clearly, the enemy was approaching rapidly. Little Wei Yuan had tried several Daoist techniques to shake off the tracking, all to no avail; it seemed this tracking blood seal was directly locked onto the primordial spirit.

Little Wei Yuan simply opened his primordial spirit, and the blood seal immediately pounced on the sea of consciousness, but only attached to the surface without entering.

Little Wei Yuan also had to admire the power of this magic art. If the blood seal entered the Myriad Miles of Rivers and Mountains, Little Wei Yuan would have plenty of ways to destroy it, but it did not enter, so there was no good way.

Little Wei Yuan could only use a clumsy method, directly covering and wrapping the blood seal with Dao power, isolating its connection with the outside world. But the blood energy immediately began to erode Little Wei Yuan's Dao power, and the consumption of both sides was completely unequal. It seemed the rank of the blood seal was quite high, far exceeding Little Wei Yuan, and wanting to wear it down completely would require a considerable amount of time.

Taking advantage of the time when the blood seal was blocked, Little Wei Yuan changed direction and accelerated his escape. About an hour later, the blood seal suddenly erupted with an extremely sharp attack, instantly piercing Little Wei Yuan's Dao power, re-establishing contact with heaven and earth, leaving a position mark, and at the same time, it was replenished in the underworld and restored to perfection. Little Wei Yuan was also shocked; the explosive power of this blood seal was extremely strong, and even a Dharma Form could not withstand it. The only way was to set up a magic formation and slowly remove it. But before Little Wei Yuan could set up the formation, the pursuers behind had already arrived.

At this time, Little Wei Yuan also figured out the pattern of the blood seal's eruption; it erupted about once every quarter of an hour. This gave him a glimmer of life; Little Wei Yuan covered the blood seal with Dao power again and ordered the Dao Foundation warrior not to save Dao power and run at full speed.

The Liao tribe Shaman tracking behind suddenly let out an "eh," and the blood bee spun in circles, actually losing its direction.

"It seems he has quite a few means, actually able to shield my blood seal. Hmph, if the old man's blood seal were so easy to break, what face would I have to occupy this position of Shaman? Don't be anxious; after a quarter of an hour, the blood seal will erupt, and it will be able to pierce the seal and leave a brand on heaven and earth again."

The Liao centurion nodded: "Then let's go to the last place he appeared. A mere Dao Foundation, he can't run far in a quarter of an hour."

The old man said gloomily: "We are two Dharma Forms; if we still can't catch a Dao Foundation, we might as well commit suicide directly in front of the Lord."

The two leaped up and chased at full speed toward the last place the mark appeared, leaving a group of followers behind. A moment later, the two arrived at the cave entrance.

At this moment, it was exactly a quarter of an hour, and the blood bee had direction again, flapping its wings and chirping. The Shaman old man's face was unusual, saying: "He ran even further! He ran one hundred and fifty miles in a quarter of an hour?"

In this extreme north snowy mountain, the severe cold was not just the climate, but also the laws of heaven and earth. If flying, the resistance of the gale was much greater than in other places, and the consumption of magic power was also greater. And one could not fly high at will, otherwise, it was easy to attract the attacks of predators.

Being able to run one hundred and fifty miles in a quarter of an hour was already completely at the level of Dharma Form. However, the Liao centurion did not take it to heart, saying: "It should be that he used some secret technique to stimulate his potential, which definitely cannot last long; continue to chase!"

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The two then ignored the followers behind and chased at full speed. The target's speed was such that the Dao Foundation followers behind definitely could not keep up.

In a blink of an eye, the two Liao tribe Dharma Forms chased to the last place the mark appeared. They waited for the time it took to drink a few cups of tea, and new mark information came. This time the target changed direction and also ran one hundred and fifty miles.

The Shaman was a bit surprised, saying: "It seems he is not only good at flying, but his Dao power is also deep, actually able to support for so long."

The centurion's face was not as calm as before, saying: "A Dao Foundation, how much Dao power can he have at most? Continue to chase!"

The two moved, and suddenly there was a bit of spiritual power fluctuation beside them, like a small water bubble bursting, and then a bit of spiritual light flew into the sky instantly.

The Shaman was surprised and said: "This guy is really cunning, actually also placing a tracking mark. Now he should already know our identities and cultivation levels."

"So what? Can he still pull off any tricks?"

The two arrived at the last place the blood seal left a brand again when it was almost a quarter of an hour.

This time, as soon as he landed, the centurion immediately looked for the reverse tracking mark left by Little Wei Yuan, and sure enough, he discovered a faint spiritual power fluctuation under a large rock.

The centurion snorted, walked over, and kicked the large rock away, popping out a blade aura, cutting the mark to pieces. But the blade aura had not yet dissipated when a plain-looking stone on the side suddenly peeled off its surface, revealing countless dense flying sword tips!

*Boom*, countless flying swords shot out in a fan shape!

Although the centurion had deep cultivation and retreated immediately, his reaction was still half a beat slow, and he let out a muffled groan, being shot by several flying swords. These flying swords were fatal to a Dao Foundation, but their power was limited against a Dharma Form.

The centurion's body was cut with several wounds, but they were all flesh wounds. It was just that his gorgeous battle robe was cut into a mess, looking quite miserable.

The centurion's face turned livid; he didn't even treat his wounds, directly following the blood bee to kill toward the place Little Wei Yuan last appeared. This time Little Wei Yuan fled slightly further, running one hundred and sixty miles.

The centurion's speed was faster than the Shaman's, and in a blink of an eye, he threw the Shaman more than ten miles away, arriving at the target first.

At this time, the Shaman behind suddenly shouted, but the mountain wind was biting, and he couldn't hear what he was shouting. It was just that he seemed extremely anxious, so the centurion pricked up his ears to listen, and this time he finally heard clearly. The Shaman said: He is right here!

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