Feng Jing has always been extremely cautious in this hunting ground outside the world. Not to mention the strength of his hall master-level creation realm, even a world-lord-level powerhouse, in this hunting ground outside the realm, he can't relax in the slightest. Although most of the practitioners in the hunting ground outside the realm are cultivators of high-level gods and ordinary creation realms, it is not impossible to encounter some world master-level creators.
Xia Yan was in the hunting ground outside the boundary, if the time in the Tower of Time is not counted, it is only a few years, but he has met a cultivator of the core hall master level creation realm five times, and a realm master level creation realm practitioner once. . It's only been three years!
Therefore, when Feng Jing realized that a breath suddenly appeared within his sensing range, he immediately concentrated his mind like a hedgehog being violated.
After a few breaths, Feng Jing saw a faint white figure in his line of sight.
"Um?!"
"That is… "
"Impossible, how could it be him...Could it be that this kid really hasn't left the outside area of our vaulted world?!" Feng Jing's face changed slightly, and he stared fixedly at what could already be seen in his sight. A clear white figure, at this time, the white figure was only three or four thousand miles away from him.
"Ah... it's really this kid. Not good, I have to tell Master to come over quickly." Feng Jing's eyes widened sharply, and then spiritual power burst out from his body, and he quickly flew away in the opposite direction.
He knew that with his own strength, he was no match for Xia Yan. But at this time, he wasn't too worried. He possessed the supernatural powers of chasing the stars and chasing the moon. From his point of view, Xia Yan couldn't catch up with him. Last time, he managed to escape Xia Yan's pursuit by chasing stars and chasing moons.
"Huh? It's the message from Feng Jing." Lin Chuanyun, who was sitting cross-legged in a building with closed eyes and resting his mind, sensed a message from the sound transmission crystal, which was his brother-in-law Feng Jingchuan. The one who came was puzzled and checked with his thoughts.
Not long ago, Feng Jing left here, and less than an hour had passed.
"What?!"
"I met a cultivator in white, the guy who killed Ma Fangjie and the others?!" Lin Chuanyun thought, and immediately sent a thought to ask Feng Jing's current location.
Soon, Feng Jing passed his location to his master through the sound transmission crystal.
"Whoosh!" Feng Jing flew in front of him, thousands of miles away, Xia Yan in white clothes was chasing closely.
"Hmph, when master comes over, it's your time of death." Feng Jing thought with hatred in his heart, "I can't increase the flying speed too fast, if he sees no hope of catching up with me, it might be like last time , choose to give up directly. When he hides and we find him, it will take a lot of time. So... "
Feng Jing secretly thought about how to drag Xia Yan into his jurisdiction.
At this time, Xia Yan in the rear, of course, has long recognized that the cultivator in front is the only one who survived the four people he fought fiercely last time.
"The hunting ground outside this world is so big, it's really unlucky for me to meet this person again." Xia Yan smiled slightly, but the flying speed was constantly increasing.
"Huh? Last time this guy suddenly used a supernatural power to speed up his flight, and managed to get away. This time it seems..."
Xia Yan felt that Feng Jing, who was fleeing ahead, did not use the extreme flying speed like last time. Last time, although Xia Yan couldn't catch up, he still knew exactly how fast Feng Jing's limit speed was. Now Feng Jing's speed is far inferior to the limit speed shown last time.
"Could it be done on purpose?!"
Xia Yan stared.
"Perhaps, he is waiting for a powerful helper to arrive. Hehe, he wants to hunt and kill me!" Soon, Xia Yan thought of this big possibility, "According to the normal situation, this guy knows that his strength is not mine. My opponent will definitely escape from my pursuit as quickly as possible. This is the current situation, and it is very likely that he is waiting for reinforcements."
"Hehe, I don't know what kind of strength his strong support will have? Will it be a core hall master powerhouse?!" Xia Yan frowned slightly, "Well, it may also be a world master level creator powerhouse."
"I just broke through the realm, if I can find an opponent to let me adapt to my improved strength, it would be good." Xia Yan nodded, and the speed was getting faster and faster.
Xia Yan's speed was comparable to that of a core hall master when he was in the creation state of quasi-temple master level. It is very difficult for a world lord-level powerhouse to catch up with Xia Yan. Now that Xia Yan has broken through to the realm of hall master-level creations, the speed has surpassed most core hall masters, and can be compared with world-lord-level creations.
"I speed up!"
"I'll speed up!"
"No, this kid's speed is much faster than last time, chasing the stars and chasing the moon!" Feng Jing noticed that the cultivator in white was getting closer and closer to him. In fact, just now, he was already using the mysterious method of chasing the stars and chasing the moon, but he didn't show the extreme speed of this supernatural power. Now feeling that the distance between the two is getting closer, he is also constantly accelerating, but the result is that the distance between the two is still constantly shortening.
In the beginning, the distance between the two was about four thousand miles, but now, it is only two thousand miles away. I'm afraid that after dozens of breaths, he will be overtaken.
Thinking of this, Feng Jing's face suddenly turned pale.
Fifteen hundred miles!
A thousand miles!
Eight hundred miles!
Five hundred miles!
Two hundred miles!
Feng Jing's extreme speed of Chasing Stars and Chasing Moons is comparable to the most common World Master level powerhouse. Compared with the current Xia Yan, it is indeed worse. After chasing for a third of a cup of tea, Xia Yan finally caught up with Feng Jing.
"Damn it, how did this happen? This kid's speed is so fast, could it be... Could it be that he broke through?!" In Feng Jing's heart, a thought that made him fear appeared.
"Still want to escape?!"
Xia Yan yelled, and he raised his right palm, and the golden light shone, and he slapped it out. At this time, Feng Jing was about 10,000 meters in front of Xia Yan. This palm can be bombarded completely.
"boom!"
Feng Jing felt the powerful force behind him, turned around quickly, activated the defensive artifact, and formed a black shield around his body. Then, the spiritual power of the whole body circulated, and both palms came out.
"Big pressure technique!"
A kind of supernatural power was used by Feng Jing. Two huge gray palm prints collided with Xia Yan's golden palm print, a loud noise came out, and the space collapsed.
The two gray palm prints only persisted for a moment before they were smashed apart by the golden palm prints. The golden palm prints rushed away the dissipated energy, and directly hit Feng Jing's body. Feng Jing's defensive artifact fluctuated, and his body was blown away like a shooting star. However, the defensive artifact on the surface of his body was not defeated.
"puff!"
A mouthful of dark red blood spit out directly from Feng Jing's mouth. Feng Jing's eyes glowed red, staring at Xia Yan firmly, at the same time he quickly took out a fruit, swallowed it, and clusters of light yellow brilliance suddenly appeared on his body. In just an instant, Feng Jing's injury appeared to have healed.
"If you kill me, you will definitely regret it. My master, that is a world lord-level creator. He is rushing here now. If you are sensible, you should run away as soon as possible."
Seeing that Xia Yan was bullying him again, Feng Jing roared loudly.
"oh?!"
"Your master is a master-level creator?!"
Xia Yan's body froze, he hung in the air, looked at Feng Jing who was a little bit embarrassed, and said in surprise.
"That's right, my master is a World Master-level powerhouse in the Vaulted World. I have informed him just now that he is coming at this time, and I am afraid he will be here soon." Seeing Xia Yan stop his body, Feng Jing Wei Wei stood up a little straighter, forcibly raised her confidence and said.
"The master-level creator..." Xia Yan narrowed his eyes.
"Very good, you're here just to have a sparring session with me. Now, go die first." Xia Yan moved his arm, and a red light flashed out, and the attacking artifact flew out, with a shocking murderous intent, directly Penetrating space and overflowing Feng Jing's body. That cultivator of Feng Jing, before he could even utter a scream, was pierced by Xia Yan's sword energy, and he couldn't die anymore. As for the soul, it doesn't even have a chance to break free.
"The disciple of the master-level creator should have a lot of treasures, right?!"
Xia Yan saw the three artifacts emerging from Feng Jing's corpse, and with a flick of his finger, they directly ingested them into his hands. With a slight sweep of the thought, it was taken into his Lingluo ring.
The blood mist formed by Feng Jing's corpse also quickly dissipated in the space.
"This guy, he was really waiting for help just now! However, he was so unlucky, he didn't know that I had broken through to another realm." Xia Yan's thoughts came out, sensing all the breaths within 20,000 miles around him.
After only three or five breaths, Xia Yan sensed that a tyrannical aura suddenly appeared in his perception, rushing towards his position at a very fast speed.
"It's really a world lord-level creator, and there is no restraint."
"If it's at the core hall master level, it shouldn't have such a strong aura." Xia Yan's eyes flashed, and his face became serious. With Xia Yan's current strength, if he meets the core palace master, of course there is no need to be afraid. But if the opponent is a World Master-level creation, then you have to be more cautious.
If a cultivator does not want others to sense him, he can restrain his breath. Usually, the stronger a practitioner is, the stronger his ability to restrain his breath will be. Of course, if you restrain your breath, you will naturally not be able to perceive the breath of other practitioners. And if a powerful cultivator does not restrain his aura, it will be easier for other cultivators to perceive it.
"Whoosh!"
A figure appeared in Xia Yan's sight. Xia Yan hung on the spot, motionless, just looking at the figure thousands of miles away from him.