Chapter 379: I

However, the result that the red-clothed man could think of, Song Qingming naturally knew very well in his heart.

The reason he did this was also because there was no other way. He had long since seen some of the red-clothed man's methods and escape speed. He knew that if he didn't maintain this fastest speed with all his might, he would be caught up by the other party in no time.

Once he was entangled by the other party, and after a while, the old man in yellow and Ye Shujie caught up, he would definitely suffer a big loss if he fought one against three. If he truly fell into the hands of these demonic cultivators today, Song Qingming could imagine how miserable his end would be. At the moment, he truly didn't have much room to choose.

Just like this, he went north quickly. After seeing that more than an hour had passed, Song Qingming in front still maintained the fastest escape speed from beginning to end. The red-clothed man, who had been chasing closely behind, gradually felt a trace of something wrong, and a look of doubt slowly appeared on his face.

It stood to reason that even if Song Qingming's magic power was a few points more profound than an ordinary seventh-level Foundation Establishment cultivator and he carried pills that could recover some magic power, his magic power should be almost bottomed out by now. How could his escape speed not slow down at all?

What the red-clothed man never expected was that Song Qingming, a Foundation Establishment cultivator who didn't look like he had a strong background, would happen to carry a rare treasure like Millennium Spirit Milk. It was precisely by relying on constantly swallowing this spirit milk that Song Qingming gritted his teeth and persisted until now.

However, this Millennium Spirit Milk could not be swallowed continuously. Once too much was taken in a short period of time, it would also leave some hidden dangers in the cultivator's body. But at the moment, Song Qingming couldn't care about these anymore. What he needed most now was time.

The few went north quickly like this. After more than two hours, Song Qingming's escape speed finally began to drop slowly. However, at this moment, aside from the red-clothed man, the other two, the old man in yellow and Ye Shujie, could no longer be seen because their escape speed was slightly slower.

"Hmph! Kid, finally can't do it anymore, right? You spent so much effort of mine. After I catch you later, I must suck all the blood on your body dry, and then take the corpse to the sect to be made into a refining corpse to vent my anger."

Seeing Song Qingming's escape speed slowly drop, the red-clothed man swallowed a pill into his mouth again and finally revealed a trace of a treacherous smile, as if he had already thought of the scene of torturing Song Qingming after catching him.

Sure enough, as the red-clothed man expected, after Song Qingming flew forward for half a stick of incense, his sword light finally turned and fell to the ground from the sky. Not long after, Song Qingming jumped down from the flying sword and sat directly on a large stone on the ground.

At this moment, Song Qingming was already sweating profusely and panting, and his face became extremely pale, clearly in a state of excessive consumption of internal magic power.

Before Song Qingming could rest for a moment while sitting on the ground, the red-clothed man who was chasing him landed not far in front of Song Qingming while stepping on a red folding fan. Although he had also consumed most of his magic power to chase Song Qingming along the way, his state was still much better than Song Qingming's current state.

Looking at Song Qingming, who was already unable to run at all, the red-clothed man smiled triumphantly and walked toward him step by step.

"Kid, I originally wanted to compete with you, but I didn't expect you to be able to run. But what's the use of running fast? You don't even have the strength to use magic power now, and you will still fall into my hands all the same."

Hearing the red-clothed man's mocking words, Song Qingming slowly raised his head and looked at the red-clothed man with a smile.

At this moment, Song Qingming had long since put away the bamboo hat that had been covering his face. When the red-clothed man saw Song Qingming's appearance clearly, he stopped immediately and looked at his face tightly with surprise.

"I said why you looked familiar before. It turns out you were one of the group of people who destroyed my blood body back then. I didn't expect that after so many years, your cultivation has actually reached the seventh level of Foundation Establishment."

"Haha! Today is truly a good day. Not only did I find what I wanted, but I also caught an old enemy from back then."

Seeing that this red-clothed man had recognized him, Song Qingming didn't show much surprise on his face. After all, he had participated in the siege of him with several Carefree Sect members back then. With the memory of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, it was impossible for the other party to forget him so quickly.

Facing the red-clothed man's mockery, Song Qingming still had a light smile on his face. He was now debt-ridden anyway. Regardless of whether there was the matter from back then, the other party wouldn't intend to let him go. At this time, laughing was better than crying.

"I say, I'm already home, and you're still chasing. You truly don't give any chance at all!" After a breeze blew across the sky, Song Qingming suddenly said a strange sentence to the red-clothed man with a smile.

"Chance? What are you talking about? Are you giving me a chance? Hahaha, you don't even have the strength to breathe now, and you still want to give me a chance? I think you kid have been scared out of your wits!"

"But don't worry, you are a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator after all. I won't waste this physical body easily. I won't make you die too ugly later." After hearing the words Song Qingming said, the red-clothed man was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud as if he had heard a big joke, standing in place.

Song Qingming looked at the red-clothed man laughing wildly before him with a calm expression, shook his head slightly, and lay down on the stone directly.

"Senior! I've been chased all the way, and I truly don't have any strength left now. This guy can only be handed over to you!"

Following this somewhat rough voice, the red-clothed man who was still mocking Song Qingming just now changed his expression drastically. He turned around and looked at a position not far from his side, discovering that at some point, there was already a gray giant eagle more than a zhang tall, staring straight at the two of them with big eyes.

The red-clothed man's cultivation had long since reached the peak of Foundation Establishment. This gray giant eagle could approach him so closely without him discovering it, which showed that the other party's cultivation must be even higher than his.

"Not good! This guy is a Core Formation demon king." After seeing this huge figure, the red-clothed man was shocked in his heart and instinctively turned into a red blood light, wanting to break through the air and leave.

"In my territory, I haven't agreed yet, who let you go now."

Seeing the red-clothed man wanting to escape, Long Feng didn't panic, waved his wings, directly rolled up a burst of wild wind, and blew the red-clothed man who was still in mid-air back, causing him to fall to the ground headfirst.

After the red-clothed man rolled on the ground, he jumped up again immediately. Seeing him look fierce, he gritted his teeth, directly cast a spell to release a burst of blood mist, hid his figure, and changed direction to want to escape again. 【3

After rolling once on the ground, the man in red immediately flipped himself up. With a fierce expression, he gritted his teeth, cast a spell to release a cloud of blood mist, hid his figure, and changed direction again in an attempt to flee.

Seeing this, Long Feng, who was standing on the ground, flashed into the air. He flapped his wings once, instantly blowing away the blood mist surrounding the man in red, immediately revealing the figure he had just hidden.

After blowing away the blood mist created by the man in red, Long Feng moved again, instantly appearing above the man's head. He extended one of his massive claws and slammed the man in red directly into the ground, creating a large crater.

Before the man in red could even get up, Long Feng had already landed on the ground and stepped on him, rendering him unable to move.

Just as Long Feng was about to increase the pressure and crush him to death, the body of the man in red suddenly began to swell. Before long, just as Song Qingming had seen years ago, there was a loud bang, and he transformed into a cloud of toxic blood mist, vanishing from the world.

"Hmph! You think you can fool this King with such petty tricks?"

Long Feng chuckled and stomped heavily on the ground. The empty ground immediately shook violently, and before long, a naked child about seven or eight years old crawled out from the earth, desperately trying to escape into the woods on one side.

However, the child did not get very far before being caught in the air by Long Feng's massive claws. Following a scream, he was instantly crushed into a pile of minced meat.

Seeing this scene, Song Qingming, who was still lying on the ground, was incomparably shocked.

This man in red, who had chased him all the way, was already considered a person of great magical powers among Foundation Establishment cultivators. He never expected that when encountering a Golden Core-level Demon King, he would be as fragile as a child. It truly showed that the gap in strength between Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators was as vast as heaven and earth.

Song Qingming slowly stood up from the ground, watching Long Feng, who was standing in the distance staring at him after killing the man in red.

Just as he stepped forward to pay his respects to Long Feng, two rays of spiritual light—one yellow and one white—flew in from the distant sky, rapidly approaching them. They were the other two demonic cultivators who had been following them.

"Are these two here to chase you as well?" Long Feng asked, looking at the two in the distance with a displeased expression.

Song Qingming gave a bitter smile and did not answer directly, but Long Feng had already received his answer from his face and spread his wings to fly into the air.

"Senior, wait!"

"You don't want me to kill them?" Long Feng, suspended in mid-air, stopped and asked with a puzzled look.

"No! Senior, could you please leave their heads for me?"

Long Feng glanced lightly at Song Qingming with his large eyes, said nothing, and simply flapped his massive wings, flying rapidly toward the old man in yellow and Ye Shujie.

The two demonic cultivators in the distance, who were still rushing toward them, were also taken aback when they saw a giant bird suddenly flying toward them, and they immediately stopped in their tracks.

"It's a Demon King! Run!" When the old man in yellow saw that Long Feng's flight speed was incredibly fast, far exceeding that of an ordinary second-rank demon beast, he shouted in a hurry and turned his escape light to flee.

Ye Shujie, who was accustomed to being cautious, was also terrified upon hearing the words "Demon King" from the old man in yellow. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he stepped onto his flying sword, turned around, and followed the old man in yellow to flee, his speed not lagging behind the other at all.

"Little juniors, where do you think you're going!"

A moment later, the sky gradually grew quiet.

Song Qingming looked at the two heads that had fallen at his feet, took out a wooden box with joy, and placed them inside.

"Fortunately, there is no major damage; their features can still be recognized."

The two heads Song Qingming had collected were none other than the old man in yellow and Ye Shujie, who had just tried to flee. The reason Song Qingming had just requested that Long Feng leave their heads behind...

... as because both of these men were long-famed demonic cultivators. As long as Song Qingming could take their heads to the Law Enforcement Hall of the Profound Heaven Sect, he should be able to exchange them for quite a few spirit stones or merit points. This was better than Long Feng swallowing them whole or crushing them directly.

"Senior, these people are demonic cultivators. If I send their heads to the Profound Heaven Sect later, I can exchange them for many merit points. If Senior needs any rare artifact-refining materials in the future, perhaps you can exchange for them directly with these merit points, saving you the effort of searching everywhere."

Seeing Song Qingming step forward with a grin to pay his respects, Long Feng flicked his wings and said irritably, "I've eaten a few of these ghosts before; the taste is really not that great, nowhere near as delicious as human cultivators with pure spiritual energy like you."

After saying this, the look in Long Feng's eyes as he watched Song Qingming gradually became somewhat greedy, as if he were looking at a very delicious feast.

Seeing this Demon King suddenly staring at him like this, Song Qingming couldn't help but shiver. He hurriedly laughed awkwardly, "Senior, I originally came to ask for a small favor, but I didn't expect to run into these demonic cultivators on the way. I really have caused you trouble."

"These few items are things I specifically brought from home to honor you. It's not much, but I hope you won't mind."

After Song Qingming finished speaking, he took out several high-grade ores of different colors from the storage bag at his waist. These ores had been slowly collected by the Song family in Qinghe Market under Song Qingming's intentional instructions. Among them, one purple ore was similar in grade to the silver sand stone Song Qingming had helped Long Feng find years ago, though it was relatively smaller in size and not as valuable.

Seeing the ore materials Song Qingming had brought out, Long Feng's expression finally improved significantly. He took the items Song Qingming had offered him and began to study them carefully.

"Brother Song, did you really come to find me this time, and not Her Highness?" Looking at the good items in his hands, Long Feng's tone was much gentler than before, and even his address for Song Qingming had become more intimate.

"Has Her Highness Fire Phoenix come out of seclusion?" Hearing Long Feng mention Fire Phoenix, Song Qingming asked in surprise, the words slipping out.

Long Feng nodded and said, "Her Highness returned some time ago. It just so happens that after she received the message you sent, she also wanted to see you. I will take you over directly in a moment!"