Chapter 132

After beating the younger one, the older one comes

Under the scorching sun, the shadow suspended in the air gradually solidified, revealing the figure of a burly man with a waist-length beard and thick eyebrows forming a straight line.

He looked in shock at his son who had lost all his voice below, and stretched out his hands in disbelief.

"No... Impossible! My son has a blood restriction planted by me personally to protect his body. Even when he is on the verge of death, he can still summon a part of my remaining soul. How could he die first?!"

Yin Bufan's eyes were a little dull, and a trace of Nascent Soul power that he unconsciously emitted solidified the spiritual energy around him and prevented it from flowing normally, like a calm volcano that seemed about to erupt in the next second.

"Who?! Who is it?!!"

"I know, it's a space restriction! A space restriction array made by a high-level array master!"

"They took advantage of me being trapped in the secret realm to kill my son with such vicious means. I swear once again that I will kill all the people involved and bury them with my son!"

“Ahhh Qi! I’ve memorized these two Qi energies! Get ready to die!!”

Snap——

Ling Mochen, who was hiding not far away, keenly sensed a faint sound. He looked in the direction indicated by his intuition and suddenly widened his eyes.

"Not good! Qingyan, a crack appeared in the space restriction!" Ling Mochen said quickly.

Yan Qingyan had put on the concealment mask again, and several concealment arrays were wrapped around the two of them, not daring to make the slightest sound.

The other party is in the Nascent Soul stage. Although he is only a shadow and it is unknown how much strength his real body can exert, it is better to be careful.

"I don't know how long he can maintain this condition. The characteristics of our spells are too obvious. We must erase all traces of this place before anyone else arrives!" Yan Qingyan frowned.

"Liuhuo, do you have any information?" Ling Mochen asked.

Liuhuo's expression was unusually serious today. He spoke in a low voice like a little adult, "That's right. This is the bloodline of the Yinhuang clan. Only the direct descendants of the Yinhuang clan have it..."

"Huh? This Yin Siwen has such a prominent background?" Yan Qingyan was surprised.

She originally thought that the other party just had a father in the Nascent Soul stage, but she didn't expect that there was a clan behind him!

"Damn it, could Yin Siwen be still alive?!" Yan Qingyan was deeply suspicious. The life-saving techniques in the immortal world were beyond her imagination, and the functions of many treasures were more magical than each other.

Liuhuo shook his head and said, "You're overthinking it. He's just a foundation-building stage. No matter how powerful he is, can he be resurrected from the dead?" He's not an old monster like the Nascent Soul stage. Even if his physical body dies, his Nascent Soul can escape and live again.

Ling Mochen asked quickly: "What is blood traction?"

Liuhuo explained: "When a direct descendant of the Yinhuang Sect is on the verge of death or seriously injured, the direct bloodline relatives will immediately notice it and separate a projection with only one tenth of the original body's strength from the injured Yinhuang clan member to help him fight."

"Tsk tsk, the spatial restrictions you set up in advance are generally not enough to resist the Yinhuang clan's 'bloodline pulling technique'. This old guy is probably in a 'special' position."

The new owner is really lucky, Liuhuo sighed.

"Is there any way to break it?" Ling Mochen asked again.

Liuhuo shrugged: "If you can beat them, then fight. If you can't, then run away. Anyway, this blood traction is equivalent to the puppet technique. Just treat it as a normal fight."

Not long after the phantom appeared, the surrounding space restrictions began to show signs of breaking.

This item was originally a one-time-use treasure. The fierce battle just now had already consumed a portion of the stored spiritual power. Now that Yin Bufan was furious, there were signs that it would be "expended" early.

"Qingyan, the opponent only has one tenth of your strength. He will be more likely to lose his mind when he is furious. Do you want to fight?" Ling Mochen said calmly.

Two middle-stage Jindan cultivators with earth-level spells may be able to defeat the phantom of a middle-stage Yuanying cultivator.

Yan Qingyan quietly looked at the mad shadow of Yin Bufan, slowly shook her head and said, "Let's run."

"Huh?" Ling Mochen was stunned.

Yan Qingyan explained: "The opponent is just a phantom. It doesn't matter if we win, and..."

And don't continue to provoke angry people. If you accidentally stimulate something like 'self-destruction', it would be a waste.

How old are she and Ling Mochen? There is plenty of time in the future. Wouldn't it be better to steadily improve your cultivation to the Nascent Soul stage and then fight this old guy openly?

"But we left too many traces here." Ling Mochen said worriedly.

If we don't clean up all these traces, there will be endless troubles.

"rest assured."

Yan Qingyan seemed to know what Ling Mochen was worried about, and comforted him: "I have just buried a large number of blasting talismans underground. Although it cannot completely erase the traces, it can eliminate most of them. You can ask Qianji Pavilion for help with the rest."

After taking so many spirit stones from her, she must be able to help in some way, right?

She is now the top VIP among VIPs!

"good!"

The fighting spirit in Ling Mochen's eyes faded, and before leaving, he looked deeply at Yin Bufan.

After beating the young ones, the old ones came. It seems that the grudge between them and the Yinhuang clan cannot be easily erased!

Boom boom

On the quiet canyon path, a huge roar resounded through the sky, scaring away all the spiritual beasts within a radius of dozens of miles.

A hidden cave at the bottom of the canyon.

“What’s that sound?!”

Xue Aotian stood up suddenly and probed in the direction where the sound came from.

"Someone is fighting in the canyon!"

Xue Lingtian closed his eyes and asked expressionlessly, "Who is it? Is it related to us?"

"Yes...hiss! Is that Yin Bufan?!" Xue Aotian said in shock.

"What?!" Xue Lingtian suddenly opened his eyes and straightened his body slightly.

"His son Yin Siwen fell to the ground, and it is unknown whether he is dead or alive. It seems that he is not his real body, but just a phantom..."

Xue Aotian's eyes had become snow-white and transparent at some point, like two transparent snow-white marbles with an unknown liquid flowing inside.

They were extremely far away from that place, but this pair of strange eyes seemed to be able to penetrate layers of obstacles and see places that even spiritual consciousness could not reach.

The secret technique of the Xue family, the Eye of Exploration!

"Is there anyone else here?" Xue Fatian asked hurriedly.

"Yes! There are two more people in the canyon, running quickly in the opposite direction. It seems that they have fought with Yin Siwen and his group before."

"Is it a space restriction? In today's world of immortal cultivation, there are many people who have good things in their hands." Xue Aotian murmured.

Why is he so 'poor'? Don’t you even have a decent treasure on you?

"Yin Bufan's figure is becoming increasingly dim. I wonder if I can pick up some luck if I go over now?" Seeing that the crisis was about to be resolved, Xue Aotian suddenly became active.

"Be careful and don't reveal your traces." Xue Lingtian said.

"Haha~ Don't worry!"

The transparent white eyeballs returned to normal. Xue Aotian put on a black robe, put on a concealing mask, and strode out of the cave.

......

On the other side, Yan Qingyan and the other person left the battlefield and found a secluded cave to hide in.

"Huh - it seems that Yin Bufan's shadow cannot leave Yin Siwen too far away."

It was impossible for the other party to be unaware of their departure, but Yin Bufan did not do anything but shouted angrily, "Come here!" 'Other than that, there was no sign of catching up.

This is a good thing.

"The next step is to contact Qianji Pavilion to help clean up the battlefield." Yan Qingyan took out the communication jade talisman.

"Is Qianji Pavilion so trustworthy?" Ling Mochen frowned and said, "It would be better for me to turn back and wait for the spell called 'Bloodline Pulling' to run out. Yin Siwen's storage ring has not been taken away yet."

"Haha! There is a safe way, why take the risk yourself?" Yan Qingyan patted Ling Mochen on the shoulder.

Why didn’t I realize before that this person is so adventurous?

Yan Qingyan said: "I don't want Yin Siwen's storage ring anymore. I always feel that it will be stained with some 'dirty things'."

"Then I don't want it either." Ling Mochen immediately replied.

"Um?"

Yan Qingyan glanced at him, and in the narrow cave, her gaze met that of the other person who turned his head to look at her.

The two smiled at each other, and subtle fluctuations slowly appeared in the surrounding spiritual energy, like a breeze gently blowing up the calm lake surface, illuminated by the bright moonlight.