Chapter 366: Will Not Abandon

Four figures appeared in the four directions around the centurion, and it was not until the powerful Dao power in their hands erupted that the centurion discovered their existence!

In an instant, countless flying swords shot onto the centurion's body!

Ji Weiwei Yuan and the three Dao Foundation warriors each held a flying sword gun, pouring firepower onto the centurion. Flying swords smashed his battle armor, tore open his battle robe, destroyed his flesh, and beat cracks into his bones. In the blink of an eye, the centurion was hit by dozens of flying swords, blasted until he was covered in wounds!

These flying swords were different from the buried ones; they were much larger, and their power was a level stronger. Any flying sword was equivalent to a Dao Foundation strike, so the centurion was equivalent to being blasted dozens of times by a Dao Foundation cultivator's Dao magic; although his Dharma body was strong, he was not lightly injured at the moment.

In a flash, the sword magazine was emptied, and the firepower finally had a gap.

A ferocious grin appeared on the centurion's face, and the Shaman, who was rushing over at full speed, also breathed a sigh of relief.

But in a blink of an eye, they saw Ji Weiwei Yuan and the three warriors each take out a sword magazine and reload, the whole process taking less than a breath.

And so, the centurion's ferocious grin froze on his face, while the Shaman turned and ran!

The torrent of flying swords tore the centurion to pieces, and then Ji Weiwei Yuan looked up at the sky expectantly, yet there was no gift from heaven. Ji Weiwei Yuan then remembered that the Laurel Immortal Tree had already revived.

But it hadn't even sprouted yet; could it eat so many gifts from heaven?

Ji Weiwei Yuan went to look in the Myriad Miles of Heshan and saw two new buds appearing on the ground, one leaf was white-gold, and the other was blue, with a small circle of frost around it.

No wonder the gift from heaven was gone again... Ji Weiwei Yuan left the Myriad Miles of Heshan silently.

This slaughter could be described as crisp and neat; in just a few breaths, Ji Weiwei Yuan and the Dao Foundation warriors each emptied two sword magazines, equivalent to one hundred and sixty strikes from a Dao Foundation cultivator.

In terms of output power per unit of time, it had already exceeded Ji Weiwei Yuan's Golden Light Water Blade Technique, only slightly inferior to the Myriad Generations Eternal Sword he had just learned the basics of.

The centurion's shattered Dharma Form and primordial spirit did not return to heaven and earth, but were sucked into the Myriad Miles of Heshan, sinking beneath the girl's Yin and Yang feet, and then the spirituality of the Myriad Miles of Heshan slowly climbed again.

Ji Weiwei Yuan quickly put away the centurion's weapons and waist bag, let the two Dao Foundation warriors return to the Myriad Miles of Heshan, replaced them with a warrior full of Dao power to carry the woman on his back, and continued to flee.

This time they ran for two quarters of an hour before the mark Ji Weiwei Yuan left was triggered. From the information sent back by the mark, the pursuers had become one Dharma Form and more than ten Dao Foundations.

It seems that after killing that chiliarch, the shaman had been scared out of his wits; only after confirming he was still far away did he dare to follow the previous mark, and the distance between the two sides had already stretched to three hundred li.

Ji Weiwei Yuan slowed down slightly, and so his Dao power began to increase slowly.

Hundreds of miles away, a Liao tribe youth with a height of nearly a zhang and deep features stood on the peak of a snowy mountain, looking into the distance. Beside him, the Shaman said tremblingly: "... Lord Long Ying, that's how it happened. Zhe Tai has already died in battle, and in order to report the news to you, I left."

That Liao tribe youth had a pair of strange pale gold pupils and listened patiently to the Shaman's account before saying: "Zhe Tai's strength is considered quite good; you said he only persisted for five breaths?"

"Yes, the opponent's magic treasure is powerful, and they ambushed two more people. I was completely unaware of these two people before." The Shaman said while trembling slightly.

Long Ying was the only one among the seven ten-thousand-man commanders of the Snowfield Golden Tent Khanate who had not reached the Master Yu Jing, but being able to sit in this position without reaching the Master Yu Jing made him even more terrifying. Moreover, he was also adopted by the Khan, and his status in the Liao tribe was exceptionally high.

"Is the mark still there?" Long Ying asked.

"Still there!" the Shaman said hurriedly.

"If it's there, indicate the direction, and we will chase."

The Shaman released the blood bee and then said to a group of Dao Foundations: "You go back yourselves."

"No need, I happen to need some errand runners." Long Ying waved his hand, and light rings lit up on each Dao Foundation's body, all of them lifted slightly off their bodies. Carrying more than ten Dao Foundations, Long Ying still had spare energy, following the Shaman without any effort.

Ji Weiwei Yuan, who was running, received the tracking message again. This time the distance actually changed directly from three hundred miles to ninety miles!

The speed of the pursuers surged; there was absolutely a strong person here. If his luck were slightly worse, he would very likely be directly sensed by the enemy when the blood seal left a mark next time, and at that time, he would really not be able to escape.

Ji Weiwei Yuan was not flustered, but instead stopped, quickly set up a Feng Shui formation, temporarily stimulated his own fortune with the aura of the immortal plants, and then continued to flee.

A moment later, the blood bee flew over this place, and Long Ying and the Shaman followed closely, while more than ten Dao Foundations were dragged behind Long Ying.

The blood bee seemed to sense something and wanted to land, but the Shaman urged it especially urgently, so it continued to fly forward, ignoring the abnormality it sensed. A group of Liao people flew over the Feng Shui formation Ji Weiwei Yuan set up in this way, completely unaware.

Soon, the group of Liao people arrived at the place where the blood seal left a mark, and the Shaman said: "He should have run out less than eighty miles; he likely changed direction. We can predict his direction appropriately, and perhaps we will be able to catch him next time."

"Left!" Long Ying said without hesitation.

And so, everyone chose a direction slightly to the left and began to chase at full speed. On the way, the Shaman said: "I've long heard that your fortune is outstanding, Lord; this time the enemy will likely fall into your hands, and you will catch him easily!"

Long Ying had a bold personality and laughed, saying: "Since I achieved cultivation, every time I go down the mountain for training, I have had no small encounters. I act on intuition and have never missed; I basically don't need to think, and I've angered all my fellow disciples to death, yet they can do nothing about it! For me, walking the world is just this simple!"

Between laughs, Long Ying carried a group of Dao Foundations and flew out two hundred miles. At this time, the new mark direction came, and the distance between the two sides changed from ninety miles to one hundred and thirty miles, increasing by forty miles instead.

From Ji Weiwei Yuan's current position, he had fled to the right from the last node, and the direction deviated significantly from the crowd's direction, almost a right angle.

The Shaman and the group of Liao people soon chased to the location of the new mark. This time the Shaman did not dare to mention predicting the direction again. But Long Ying said in a deep voice: "Left!"

And so, after a quarter of an hour, Ji Weiwei Yuan pulled the distance by another ten miles.

"Left!"

"Left!"

... After seven consecutive wrong choices, Long Ying's face could no longer be described as ugly. He chased to the left seven times in a row, and Ji Weiwei Yuan fled to the right seven times in a row. The distance between the two sides had already been pulled to two hundred miles, and this was still with Long Ying quietly accelerating.

At the sixth time, Long Ying said to the Shaman: "You do it!"

The Shaman felt bitter in his heart, thought for a moment, and said: "Left!"

And Ji Weiwei Yuan chose to run to the right this time as well.

At the seventh time, the Shaman also had a temper, saying angrily: "I don't believe it; can he run to the right again?"

Choosing right seven times in a row, wasn't this like hitting "Big" seven times in a row at a casino? The Shaman didn't believe which casino could hit "Big" seven times in a row!

If he really encountered such a casino, the Shaman would definitely smash it.

The result of the seventh time came out, and Ji Weiwei Yuan was still running to the right.

The Shaman felt he had encountered a stubborn donkey.

At the eighth time, the Shaman finally stopped being stubborn and chose to go right. But this time the stubborn donkey suddenly turned back and wanted to be a good person.

Looking at the mark that was still two hundred miles away, the Shaman finally lost his temper. Long Ying really couldn't watch anymore, cursed the Shaman as "useless," and then chose left.

And so, the two stubborn donkeys were at it again, clashing seven times in a row.

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At this time, Long Ying suddenly realized a problem and said: "He is just a mere Dao Foundation; how can he flee for so long? Is he not tired to death yet? What kind of Dao Foundation can have so much Dao power?"

The Shaman said: "There are many Daoist techniques that burn lifespan and stimulate potential; perhaps he is not far from death now. Lord, let's put these subordinates down; at most, in half an hour, we will definitely be able to catch him!"

Long Ying shook his head and said: "Speed is not the key now."

If both sides choose different directions every time, sometimes the faster the speed, the further the distance is pulled. Besides, the speed of over two hundred miles per quarter of an hour now, even ordinary Dharma Forms are difficult to sustain, and at this moment, the Shaman is already boiling with blood and qi, his heartbeat like a drum, and his magic power has been consumed by more than half.

Long Ying said again: "Didn't you just say that he is also fleeing with a mortal?"

"Judging from the brand left by the blood seal, it should be so."

"A mere Dao Foundation, and he's also carrying a mortal; if we still can't catch him, where would my face as Long Ying go! I will take these dozen or so Dao Foundations; only then will it be fair."

The Shaman secretly felt bitter, but didn't dare to say much. However, it was not without benefits that Lord Long Ying chose left every time; it was equivalent to forcing Ji Weiwei Yuan to run in circles in the mountains. It was just that the circles they ran were larger.

At this moment, Ji Weiwei Yuan's forehead was slightly sweaty, and just as he was running with all his might, suddenly a wisp of blood energy soared into the sky above his head, leaving a brand in the air.

Ji Weiwei Yuan did not hesitate, directly turned to the right, and continued to run wildly. The mountain gale was too strong; running was only slightly slower than flying, but the consumption was much smaller.

At this time, the woman who had been silent suddenly said: "Put me down; you can't escape if you carry me!"

Ji Weiwei Yuan said decisively: "Absolutely impossible!"

"You'll both die if you do this! Put me down; at least you can live. If you have a heart, avenge me later."

"Don't even think about it! Unless I'm dead."

"But..."

Ji Weiwei Yuan slapped the woman on the butt and said viciously: "Shut up!"

A flush suddenly appeared on his face, and Dao power was born again; he had used a Daoist technique to stimulate his potential.

In several cracks in the Myriad Miles of Heshan that had not yet healed, pale fire rose again. The vitality of the earth faded, and the spirituality gradually declined.

Ji Weiwei Yuan remained calm, and with a wave of his hand, a Dao Foundation warrior appeared, replacing the warrior whose Dao power was exhausted, and continued to carry the woman and run. In this way, the three warriors took turns, and the speed was always at its peak.

But every Dao Foundation consumed Ji Weiwei Yuan's Dao power; after all, he was seriously injured, and there was still residual pale fire in his Dao Foundation. After running at full speed for two hours, his Dao power finally hit the bottom.

If the one chasing behind was only that Shaman, then Ji Weiwei Yuan would have the confidence to exhaust his magic power and then escape. But now there was an exceptionally powerful character among the pursuers, it was just that this guy's luck was really not very good, choosing the wrong direction every time.

At this time, Ji Weiwei Yuan had already used a secret technique that damaged the Dao Foundation to stimulate Dao power, but he did not hesitate. To let him abandon the woman, he would rather turn back and die in battle.

Just at this moment, a new sprout in the Myriad Miles of Heshan shook, shaking off the only white-gold leaf. The leaf fell into the earth, suddenly turning into massive, cold moonlight, gushing out from the earth!

The moonlight turned into a white-gold light curtain, drifting and turning in the air, and Ji Weiwei Yuan's Dao power recovery speed increased dozens to hundreds of times instantly; in a moment, not only was it replenished, but the upper limit was also constantly increasing.

Ji Weiwei Yuan's speed stabilized at extreme speed, and finally, night fell, and a terrifying will descended. Ji Weiwei Yuan instantly hid in a natural cave and then sealed the cave entrance. The chasing Liao tribe was the same; even the arrogant Long Ying hid underground in the first time, not daring to move.

In this vast and boundless extreme north snowy mountain, if it was said that danger began to descend outside of noon, then after night fell, this place truly became a dead zone; if you were not a True Lord, you could not move an inch.

In the narrow cave, the Shaman moved his body with difficulty, squeezing a group of Dao Foundation subordinates tightly, finally getting a bit of activity space, and then said: "Lord, he can't run far! We will definitely be able to catch him tomorrow morning!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 367 =====