Chapter 207 Daoyou, I'm cold

"Daoyou, are you really going to be so decisive?"

Chen Xuanrang stood in the formation, his eyes darting around, looking for an opportunity to break the formation, but he still tried to get closer to Ning Daoran: "I admit, I did make a mistake.

With your talent, you and I can definitely join forces. In the Fanshu City area, who can be a match for you and me? Even if the old man Mo Yunting from the Divine Weapon Sect comes, I'm afraid he will be a little bit afraid!"

"out!"

Ning Daoran directly activated the Transformation Level Liang Yi Sword Technique, and suddenly his whole body was filled with green sword intent. A Tai Chi Bagua form automatically appeared under his feet, and his green robe fluttered, and he actually had some of the aura of a Taoist swordsman.

In an instant, twenty-four small swords flew out and killed the enemy directly with the golden swords! "Are you still a sword cultivator?"

Chen Xuanrang shuddered slightly, he prostrated himself, his blood boiling. At the moment when the first flying sword was about to hit him, he raised his hand accurately and grabbed the golden sword with his flesh and blood!

However, the golden sword was surrounded by the essence of Gengjin, and as the sword continued to struggle, Chen Xuanrang's thumb and index finger were immediately torn and bleeding!

“Puff~~~”

A splash of blood splattered away, and the golden sword left a bloody hole in his leg.

"you……"

As a casual martial artist, Chen Xuanrang usually relied on his strong body. He once killed a Jindan cultivator and even suppressed a third-grade low-grade magic weapon with his flesh and blood.

But he had never seen a magic weapon of the Golden Silk Sword's level before. It was simply not something his flesh and blood could withstand.

"You want to risk your life, huh?"

Chen Xuanrang kept rolling in the air, dodging the attack of the golden sword, with a fierce look on his face: "Since you want to play, I will play with you to the end. I hope you can afford it!"

As he spoke, Chen Xuanrang suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he drew a line in the air with his finger. Then, his fingertips stained with blood drew across his chest continuously. For a moment, his clothes burst apart, and three curse marks appeared on his chest muscles as thick as a mountain!

At this moment, Chen Xuanrang's blood power increased dramatically, and actually reached the level of the middle stage of Baodan Realm! "Explosion, right? Overload output, right?"

Ning Daoran frowned. This warrior who could run rampant in Qingzhou must have some extraordinary qualities.

This spell-sealing technique is obviously not an orthodox technique. It is related to the devil and evil ways. It is true that it can improve his cultivation in a short period of time, but the damage caused is absolutely irreparable.

When the water is full, it overflows; when the moon waxes, it wanes; the way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency and reduce the surplus.

After using this curse technique, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult for Chen Xuanrang to break through in the future, and it will be difficult for him to make any further progress in this life.

However, some people are just like this. For the sake of a victory, for the sake of momentary satisfaction, they must win this game even if it means risking their future. They call it passion, mutual bonds, eternal commitment, etc. There are many explanations.

…

"Daoyou, die quickly!"

Chen Xuanrang, who already possessed the combat power of the middle stage of Baodan realm, came charging at him with an unruly look on his face, and crushed him with a punch from mid-air, saying with a ferocious look: "My boxing skills are unparalleled in the world. This punch will make you feel as if the way of heaven is above you!"

Ning Daoran's scalp tingled. This person is so childish!

He stepped back violently and input a strand of powerful magic power into the Lingxiao Wumeng Bracelet. For a moment, the Lingxiao Wumeng Bracelet entered full-power working state, squeaking, and wisps of majestic essence surged, pouring countless frosty auras into the Canghai Xuanbing Formation.

Suddenly, with the addition of the power of the formation, the temperature inside the black ice formation instantly dropped to around minus one hundred degrees Celsius.

Pouring water and turning it into ice is just like this.

In the wind, Chen Xuanrang, who was wearing a short shirt, felt very cold! "Zizi--"

Strands of frost quickly froze everything, including Chen Xuanrang. Even if the blood in his body was vigorous, he could not resist the invasion of the spiritual power from the freezing weather.

He wanted to shout: "Daoyou, I'm cold..."

The next second, twenty-four golden swords wrapped in frost "clang clang clang" struck the ice sculpture that Chen Xuanrang had turned into. A group of flying swords attacked until the ice sculpture was broken into pieces of broken ice! Thus, a notorious villain Baodan Wufu, who had a long-standing reputation in Qingzhou and Ningzhou, was finally punished in Fanshu City and ended his sinful life.

Chen Xuanrang didn't bring a storage bag, so there was nothing to touch on the corpse.

As for his flesh and blood, his vigorous blood can indeed serve as food for the fire-eating ants, but Ning Daoran still didn't do it. He was not a real demon cultivator, so he should forget about "eating people". He really didn't care about this! After taking back the formation flag and formation plate, he heard a voice coming from afar.

"Mountain meat, it's really mountain meat!"

"Hurry up and cut up all the mountain meat..."

"That's great. Our Gazi Village can finally make a name for ourselves. From now on, everyone in our Gazi Village can have a large house with three entrances and three exits, and can have three wives and four concubines..."

The voice was so excited that it seemed like it was about to cry.

Ning Daoran hurriedly activated the Acalanatha secret technique, the invisibility technique, and the sound absorption technique. His body suddenly disappeared in the wind. When he looked back, he was dumbfounded.

Before, the bag that Chen Xuan had asked to contain Qing Tai Sui had been opened at some point, and Qing Tai Sui had disappeared. He must have escaped again with the help of earth escape.

It's over, a huge loss! He frowned, floated up, and watched quietly in the air. In the distance, a large group of people with strong auras were approaching, and they were not far away.

Although Ning Daoran has disguised himself as Jianjia Sanren, it is better to avoid trouble.

Now that he is a Five Elements Golden Elixir cultivator, his style has indeed changed a lot compared to before. His strength has reached this point, and there is no point in continuing to hide. He still needs to be brave and make progress when the time is right.

However, troubles that can be avoided should be avoided. After all, he fears trouble the most in his life.

…

"Hurry up, it's just ahead!"

In the rain and fog, a series of vague sounds and shadows appeared.

They are all members of the Divine Weapon Sect, and there are many cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage among them.

"Don't get in the way!"

A young foundation-building cultivator in white clothes rose into the air, looking at the flesh protruding from the mountain with his eyes. He seemed a little impatient, and raised his hand, and a ray of spiritual light shot out. In an instant, a mortal who was cutting the flesh was beheaded.

"Get out of the way, everyone."

The young man had a cold face.

"Yes... he is a cultivator..."

A group of people who were cutting mountain meat were stunned.

"I'll count to ten. Kill all those who are still in the way!"

The young monk frowned and said, "Eight, nine, ten... kill!"

In an instant, the group of monks who followed him started killing people suddenly. In a blink of an eye, blood splattered everywhere. All the mortals on half of the hilltop were slaughtered, and no one was spared.

In the rain and fog, Ning Daoran didn't have time to stop it.

How could he have thought that there would be a cultivator who would be so cruel to a mortal and kill him without hesitation? As for taking action to defend the injustice, he had never thought about it. The identity of this young cultivator was extremely noble. Ning Daoran had seen him several times in the Fanshu City.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Mo Xinglie, the young master of the Divine Weapon Sect in Hongye Valley, and the only son of Mo Yunting, a great cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core!

This person is extremely talented. He has already advanced to the late stage of foundation building at a young age. It is almost a matter of time for him to form a pill. There is no doubt about it at all.

Mo Yunting treated this boy as the apple of his eye. He did not dare to hit or scold him and doted on him extremely. It was probably because of this that Mo Xinglie developed his arrogant and domineering personality.

The lives of mortals are worthless. This is probably what cultivators like Mo Xinglie think.

Even in the eyes of most immortal cultivators, mortals are indeed not taken seriously. In this world where great power belongs to oneself, what are mere mortals? Kill them, so what? However, most cultivators are self-righteous, and the court has also issued a clear order that immortal cultivators are not allowed to kill mortals without reason, so the territory of Xia is relatively peaceful.

However, it is not uncommon for people like Mo Xinglie to kill mortals in the wild. As long as they are clean and deny it afterwards, the imperial court will turn a blind eye and will not conduct a strict investigation.

…

Not long after, Mo Xinglie and others left.

Ning Daoran cast a few spells and went underground again, using the earth escape technique to search for Qing Taisui's trace.

Unfortunately, once Tai Sui is frightened, it will hide somewhere very deep and far away, making it difficult to find.

Although Ning Daoran's spiritual sense is very strong, the search radius will be greatly reduced due to the thick soil. At most, he can see places ten miles underground, and he cannot see deeper than that.

So, after searching underground for a long time, they still couldn't find any trace of Qing Taisui.

"What a pity, our destiny has not arrived yet..."

Deep underground, Ning Daoran was playing with the piece of spiritual bone. Fortunately, he had obtained the embryo of this magic weapon, so this trip was not in vain.

As for Qing Tai Sui, it’s okay to have it if you have it, but it doesn’t matter if you don’t have it. It’s just icing on the cake.

To be honest, Ning Daoran was not that interested in Qing Tai Sui. After all, many sects where martial artists were popular actually raised Qing Tai Sui. Otherwise, they would not be able to satisfy their need for blood food.

If you really want Qing Tai Sui, just find a martial arts sect and rob him.

But if it were to be Blood Tai Sui... then Ning Daoran wouldn't be able to guarantee whether he could still maintain his identity as a "righteous person". It would not be impossible for him to simply say "This thing is destined to be with me" at that time.

…

Two days later.

More and more people went up the mountain, especially those from the Divine Weapon Sect of the Red Leaf Valley. Many more came, and the mountain was full of foundation-building cultivators.

Ning Daoran waited for two whole days, but Qing Taisui did not appear.

"There is no other way. I am indeed lacking some affinity."

He started to leave.

But just as it was about to break out of the ground, the divine sense caught a very strong breath of a demon beast actually rushing towards this mountain, and it was a third-level initial stage demon beast! After the divine sense shuttled around, it confirmed that it was a third-level initial stage green snake demon.

On the ground, there were sounds of shouting and killing, and then a big battle broke out.

Unfortunately, the group of Divine Weapon Sect monks led by Mo Xinglie, who was in the late stage of foundation building, were no match for the early stage third stage monster and were beaten to a pulp by the green snake! "Retreat!"

Mo Xinglie's eyes were bloodshot: "This monster is extremely powerful, far beyond our ability to control. Return to the Divine Weapon Sect immediately and wait for my father to come out of seclusion before defeating this monster!"

"yes!"

Mo Xinglie turned around and saw a group of people rushing into the dense forest. Their voices came from the forest: "Retreat! Young Master, go first. We will cover your rear."

"A bunch of cowardly bastards!"

Mo Xinglie cursed angrily and left quickly.

In a short moment, all the people from the Divine Weapon Sect left, and the cultivators, warriors, and common people along the way also fled after hearing that the Demon King had appeared. In a blink of an eye, the mountain was deserted.

The green snake demon, with its tongue spitting out, coiled on the mountain peak, devouring the mountain meat that had not yet been cut.

…

"never mind."

Ning Daoran, who was originally planning to leave, suddenly stopped and instead raised his hand and took out the Qinglong Spear from his storage bag, collected the materials and then returned to the sword-making shop. It seemed like he was doing the same thing.

(End of this chapter)