In the quaint palace, two figures, one yellow and one white, were facing each other. However, there seemed to be a huge disparity in strength. Within a few turns, the figure in white fell straight down as if he had been hit hard, and his body hit the ground with a loud noise.
Wen Shu supported his body with the sword in his hand, climbed up from the pothole with difficulty, and wiped away the blood that kept spilling from the corner of his mouth.
There was a crisp "click" sound, and the jade pendant with dense cracks on his waist was shattered into powder, leaving only a single tassel hanging on his waist. After stroking the remaining tassel a few times, Wen Shu's eyes darkened, but he didn't panic too much.
This old man was more difficult to deal with than he expected.
The old man in Huang Shang, who was hanging in mid-air, looked extremely cold, and even at this moment, the Taoist was a little surprised by Wen Shu's tenacity.
It would already be a loss of face for him, a first-level Taoist priest, to lower his status to deal with a small Golden Core cultivator. But now he has been unable to win it for a long time. If word spreads, his old enemies will laugh out loud if he loses face. Even if he only had the golden elixir, he could compete with him. This boy was truly gifted and could be called a monster, and he also had a deep mind. If he had a chance to escape this time, he might not have a peaceful life in the future.
With such an extraordinary talent, it would be unreasonable if no one would reward him. He didn't believe that this person was just a casual cultivator, and he must have some involvement behind his back. Therefore, only by killing it here can we avoid future troubles. Thinking of this, the murderous intention in Taoist Yisuan's heart became more intense.
This son cannot be kept!
Huang Xuan, who was standing with his hands folded on his chest, looked at the white-clothed swordsman who was still able to stand up. There was a bit of surprise and jealousy in his eyes, but it turned cold the next moment.
No matter how amazing your talent is, you cannot escape the fate of death today and turn into a handful of dust together with this palace.
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"Boom!" Wen Shu was knocked down again, causing a cloud of sand to fly and gravel to splash.
Seeing that there was no movement in the smoke for a long time, the Taoist felt relieved, and scanned carefully with his spiritual consciousness. He sensed the cold and sharp but weak breath, and then nodded secretly.
"Master, is that person already...?" Upon seeing this, Huang Xuan took a step forward and asked carefully, with a look of joy on his face.
"What's the hurry?" Taoist Yisuan had a smile on his face and scolded him lightly. With a wave of his clothes, the smoke and dust that obscured his vision dispersed.
The white-clothed sword cultivator lay with weak breath in the huge crack that spread like a spider web. His eyes were half closed and lifeless. He seemed to be unconscious and almost fainting.
Seeing this, Taoist Yisuan was completely relieved, and his figure flashed and landed in front of Wen Shu. He stretched out his hand to pick it up.
His eyes inadvertently glanced at Wen Shu's clasped right hand, but he could not see the sword. The Taoist was frightened and retreated without hesitation. After all, it was a step too late.
The spiritual sword glowing with evil blood quietly broke through the body's protective spiritual power and penetrated into the waist and abdomen, and blood burst out. As the blood flashed, he greedily and eagerly swallowed the essence and blood in his body as if consciously, and then pulled at the surrounding flesh and blood, causing bursts of severe pain. At the same time, the extremely fierce sword intent spread out, catching Yuanying off guard.
Taoist Yisuan's face suddenly turned pale, he vomited blood and retreated. It looked like he had been seriously injured. His expression was frightened and angry, and his skinny claws firmly grasped the hilt of the sword, trying to pull it out.
Wen Shu's eyes flashed, his gestures changed, he made a magic trick, and without hesitation, he stepped back, picked up Miao Anyun, and ran away.
The spiritual sword trembled violently uncontrollably, cracks spread in the sword body, the spiritual light bloomed, and extremely chaotic fluctuations came from it.
Taoist Yisuan realized Wen Shu's intention almost instantly, and his face turned pale. Seeing him trying to escape again, a look of madness rose in his eyes, and spiritual energy surged out of his body, blocking the exit regardless of the situation.
While blocking Wen Shu at the exit, the spirit sword exploded instantly.
"Poof!" Taoist Yisuan, who was closest to him, took the biggest impact without hesitation. He looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of blood mist, his breath extremely weak.
The spirit sword self-destructed. Wen Shu was also implicated and vomited several mouthfuls of blood. His injuries worsened and his face became paler. His body shook uncontrollably and fell to the ground.
Not to mention the serious injuries on the outside, the inside was in an even worse mess than the outside. It was not all a matter of deception to take the bait, but a real loss of fuel. If this were not the case, it would not be that easy to deceive the consciousness of the gods in the transformation stage.
Most of the bones in his body had already cracked when he resisted the divine power earlier. His ability to hold on until now was entirely due to his own astonishing willpower, but at this moment, he was at his limit and unable to move.
Wen Shu looked back at the old man with an ugly face and weak breath, and secretly thought it was a pity. Under the pressure of Transformation God, he could not avoid being affected. This fatal blow only seriously injured him, which was also a miscalculation.
However, with the golden elixir body severely injuring the transformation god, such a strong performance is enough to shock people. I dare not say that this is the first time in millions of years, but it is definitely rare.
"...Master!" Huang Xuan was stunned and couldn't react for a moment. After being stunned for a while, he suddenly got excited and quickly stepped forward to help Taoist Yisuan up. When she saw the hideous wounds on his body that revealed several pale ribs, she couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
"Cough cough cough... Shuzi! I really underestimated you... cough cough..." Taoist Yisuan looked sinister, his expression mixed with shock and anger, but he slowly calmed down. He sneered and said: "Even if you have the ability to reach the sky, you are at the end of your life and are at the mercy of others. I want to see how you are going to fight with a golden elixir monk again."
"Xuan'er, kill him and seize the spiritual beast!"
"This... Master... Master, Disciple..." Just thinking about what Wen Shu had done before, Huang Xuan felt chills running down his spine and was almost frightened out of his wits. Even though he knew that the other party was at the end of his strength, he still didn't dare to look in Wen Shu's direction.
"Huh?!" Taoist Yisuan stared with a ferocious expression, and the blood on his face was as scary as an evil ghost. "Go quickly!"
"...Yes!" After receiving such a glare from him, Huang Xuan gritted his teeth and walked towards Wen Shu.
With trembling arms and a tight embrace, Wen Shu sighed, feeling a little helpless.
Is there still no way to escape after all...
Miao Anyun carefully licked Wen Shu's blood-stained face. Her golden eyes were dim, covered with a thin layer of mist, and the hair around her eyes was stained with water, as if she was crying. He looked a little angry and sad, but also seemed to be regretting something.
Seeing the kitten nuzzling him gently with its head, Wen Shu couldn't help but smile, but he didn't care about the severe pain caused by the wound.
He raised his hand to rub the kitten's head, but his palm refused to obey and fell down weakly. Wen Shu smiled and closed his eyes tiredly, the corners of his raised mouth were filled with helplessness and some indescribable happiness.
At first, because of a mistake, he accidentally made a blood contract with it instead of planting a slave seal. Now that I think about it, I feel a little lucky.
The blood contract is equal, and both parties are in equal positions. Although one will be prosperous and both will be prosperous, it does not necessarily mean that one will suffer losses. Once the slave mark is planted, it means that the master will die and follow, and there is no way to change it.
But how could he be willing to let this beloved little beast go with him
After all, he is just a link to that powerful person, and he will disappear sooner or later. It is really not worth letting his life be wasted.
The protective jade pendant shattered, and that person must have sensed the abnormality in his body. I just hope that person can show up soon and save its life.
He thought thoroughly and his expression became more and more calm, but Miao Anyun was furious. He let out a low angry roar at Huang Xuan who was approaching.
Huang Xuan raised his hand and used a magic trick to immobilize Miao Anyun. Huang Xuan watched helplessly as his hands trembled in fear and excitement, getting closer to Wen Shu. Then... blood splattered...
The last trace of Wen Shu's remaining vitality also dissipated.
—He failed to save him... He... was... by them...
Miao Anyun stared blankly at the splashing blood, her mind going blank. At this moment, it seemed that the whole world had turned dark, and he could neither hear nor see anything, except for the eye-catching flash of blood in front of him. The golden eyes seemed to have been splashed with blood, stained with bloodthirsty and violent scarlet.
[… Miu Miu! You listen to me... &×￥%×#&! @… Zi—]
Why are you, the people who hurt him, still alive after he died
[…Miao…Su…Host! ! … you can not…]
Why! ! With glaring scarlet eyes, Miao Anyun looked at Huang Xuan expressionlessly. Something seemed to be aroused in the petite body and flowed all over the body. It was extremely hot, and the feeling like burning bones and blood was excruciating, but it was not as painful as the empty heartache in my heart.
The spirit beast with the appearance of a kitten has eyes as red as blood jade, strange, cold, and full of ferocious hatred. Huang Xuan felt his scalp numb and sweating profusely after just one glance. I don't know when I broke free from his confinement, jumped up on his shoulders lightly, and stretched out my claws towards him.
The last second that Huang Xuan remembered was the enlarged and incredibly fast claws in front of him. Then his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
"Bang..." The stiff corpse hit the ground, making a small sound. It looked particularly strange in this empty and quiet side hall, making people's hearts skip a beat.
After just one encounter, a golden elixir stage monk died neatly. Even the Taoist's eyebrows twitched when he saw it.
At this time, the spirit beast turned its head, staring straight at him with its frightening blood pupils, which made Taoist Yishuang feel a chill in his heart. I wanted to escape, but for some reason all the methods failed, so I could only watch motionless.
One step, two steps... The spirit beast walked over slowly, and with every step it took, its figure expanded a little. When he walked in front of him, he was already the size of an adult leopard. A long horn grew out of its forehead, and its tail became five at some point.
Taoist Yisuan narrowed his eyes, and somehow he felt that the spiritual beast in front of him looked familiar. Suddenly he recalled what was recorded in a classical book that he had read, and couldn't help but murmur to himself -
"Its shape is like a leopard, with five tails and one horn, and its sound is like hitting a stone. Its name... is called ferocious."
Yes, what kind of mortal beast is this? This is clearly one of the ancient ferocious beasts...
If you can get it... Taoist Yisuan's eyes suddenly burst out with burning fire, and the greed in his eyes was undisguised.
"Your master is dead, why not..."
The blood-red pupils seemed to be stimulated by his words, and the pupils shrank, leaving only a crazy look in the cold and ferocious eyes. Before Taoist Yisuan could finish his whimsical words, he bared his fangs angrily and raised his sharp claws to slap Taoist Yisuan hard.
…
Miao Anyun, whose eyes were blood red, squatted on the spot and looked around blankly.
There's... nothing... here... Where's him? Where is he… …
[alarm! Alarm... Host... Wave... Violent... Quiet... System... %#×&... Turn on... ]
Who...who is talking in his ear...what...can't hear clearly...
Tired...so tired...
Blinking her eyes, which were still blood-red, Miao Anyun stumbled and crawled to the side of the already cold corpse that still had a hint of familiarity, then fell to the cold ground and slowly knocked her eyes shut.
The spiritual beast that looked like a red leopard struggled and fell next to the man's body, curling up and gradually shrinking in size, and soon became as petite as before. Staring at the man with empty, lifeless eyes, there was a hint of unspeakable tenderness, and he gently closed his eyes as if satisfied.
There was only a breath difference between the two, and the white-clothed Taoist with cold and handsome features appeared out of thin air in this lifeless palace.
The white-clothed Taoist looked at the tragic scene in front of him, sighed slightly, kowtowed in silence, and turned to leave.
-After all...it's a step too late...