Blood instantly gushed out of his throat. The Jindan cultivator kicked his feet with his eyes wide open. His body stiffened, his head tilted to one side, and he died.
A Jindan monk was slashed on the neck by her silently without making any sound.
She quickly took off the space ring from his hand, and with a movement of her hand, some medicine powder fell on the corpse. While the smell of blood had not yet been blown away by the wind, she quickly evacuated and hid in the dense forest again.
Another Jindan cultivator who was searching in this area soon came over following the smell of blood. He squatted down to check on his killed companion and saw that there was only one fatal wound on his neck and the space ring on his hand had also been taken away.
Instantly, the Nascent Soul cultivator in that direction came over, looked at the dead person on the ground, narrowed his eyes, and asked in a gloomy voice: "How did he die?"
"He was killed by a single blow, with the blade pointing upwards. It should be that Fengjiu rolled down from the tree and stabbed our men when they were not prepared..."
Before the Jindan cultivator could finish his words, his face changed and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. He fell straight down without even having time to react.
Seeing this, the Nascent Soul cultivator took a step back with his eyes narrowed, twisting his hands tightly in his sleeves: "What a Feng Jiu!"
Before they even saw him, they had already lost two Jindan cultivators. No wonder the higher-ups had to send four Yuanying cultivators down. If they were ordinary, how could they have caught his eye
Thinking of this, he sank into his Dantian, and a sinister voice mixed with spiritual energy came out of his mouth: "Two Jindan cultivators have died, so be alert, work in teams of two and don't act alone. Be careful of her using poison!"
His voice spread in the air like ripples on water. The powerful man's pressure and spiritual energy were clearly transmitted, echoing in the dense forest again and again, reminding other people in the dense forest and making them more vigilant.
However, even with the warning from the Nascent Soul expert, some Jindan cultivators still didn't believe it. After all, Feng Jiu was only a Great Spiritual Master-level cultivator. How could she kill a Jindan cultivator? In their opinion, it was because the two Jindan cultivators underestimated the enemy that Feng Jiu had the opportunity to take advantage of.
Even though they didn't quite believe it in their hearts, those who were in the same area still rushed together, and two Jindan monks formed a small team to search.
In this forest, Feng Jiu, who had also heard the words from the Nascent Soul cultivator, was now fixing her sights on a lone Golden Core cultivator.
She quietly and silently sneaked up from behind and was about to make a move when the Jindan cultivator who seemed unaware suddenly turned around. At the same time, another Jindan cultivator appeared from the dark, and the two of them surrounded her from the front and the back.
"Let me see where you're going this time!"
Feng Jiu's eyes moved and her brows raised slightly: "Run? I didn't want to run! All I want is your lives!" The dagger was put away in her hand, and the Qingfeng sword that had not seen blood for a long time appeared in her hand with a whoosh.
As the Qingfeng Sword came out, bloodthirsty murderous aura burst out from the sword. The sword energy surging from the sword body, accompanied by the sword's own cold green light, instantly changed the breath in the air.
The cold air spread out, and murderous aura surged everywhere. Without giving the two Jindan monks a chance to recover from the shock, a red figure instantly rushed out, with a ghostly body movement and a sharp murderous aura, and attacked one of the Jindan monks at a speed that was faster than one could hear...