Obviously, the meridian cleansing and marrow cleansing in front of him is different from the so-called meridian cleansing and marrow cleansing. The power contained in the colorful water droplet condensed from the mist on the beast soul pool is definitely not simple.
All the exotic beasts raised their heads and looked at the exotic beast standing in the center of the Beast Soul Pool, their eyes filled with reverence, as if they were paying homage to it. The atmosphere around them also became more solemn and grand.
Suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded, and a golden light flashed. The drop of water suddenly burst and turned into a misty drizzle that scattered everywhere.
Only then did everyone see that the golden light was actually a short golden arrow. This short arrow was somewhat similar to the cloud-piercing arrow seen at Beining Pass, but its speed was hundreds of times faster. In terms of speed alone, it was probably not much different from some legendary artifacts.
The arrow came too suddenly and at such a fast speed that neither Mu Hanyan and others nor the strange beasts were prepared. By the time they reacted, the drop of colorful water had shattered into a drizzle.
The strange beast that was undergoing meridian cutting and marrow washing shook violently all over as if struck by lightning, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Its body, which had already recovered some vitality, quickly aged again, and its expression became extremely painful.
All the strange beasts suddenly woke up from their dreams, turned their heads, looked at Mu Hanyan and others, and roared in unison.
"Oh no!" Mu Hanyan then realized that the golden short arrow had just flown from the direction they were in.
"Don't be impulsive. The arrow just now has nothing to do with us." Zhuang Ping'an also realized that something was wrong and hurriedly explained.
Unfortunately, the enraged beasts wouldn't listen to his explanation. Besides, there was no one else around. All the beasts reared up, roaring furiously and charging forward.
"Hahahaha, Mu Hanyan is dead." Behind the distant cliff, Han Yutang looked sneakily at the thousands of strange beasts rushing towards him in rage, and laughed triumphantly in a low voice.
"That's the Spiritual Heart Arrow, right? It's truly powerful, even hitting from such a distance," the henchman said, half flatteringly and half seriously. To be able to accurately hit a drop of water from such a distance was a feat not even Han Yutang, let alone an ordinary swordsman. The key lay in the exquisite short bow in Han Yutang's hand.
"Nonsense, this Lingxin Arrow was obtained by my master from Beiyuan Mist Plain. It is said that when it is intact, it has the power to kill gods and demons. Unfortunately, it is too badly damaged and even my master cannot completely repair it. Otherwise, I can kill that old strange beast with one arrow." Han Yutang said proudly.
The henchman curled his lips quietly. "If it really needs to be fully repaired, your strength might not be enough." Of course, he only thought about this in his mind and didn't dare to say it out loud.
"That's right, it's the divine weapon obtained from Beiyuan Wuyuan. It is incomparable to ordinary magic weapons." The follower said along with his words.
"Don't look at the gentle nature of these strange beasts in the Beast Spirit Illusion. However, they ruined their ancestral soul sacrifice and caused that old strange beast to vomit blood. These strange beasts must be furious. Even if Mu Hanyan has extraordinary abilities, she will be torn into pieces by those strange beasts, hehe." His compliment made Han Yutang very satisfied. Han Yutang said proudly as he put away his short bow. At the end, he couldn't help but laugh evilly again.
The follower also laughed a few times, but as he laughed a little, he couldn't laugh anymore.
Han Yutang was absolutely right. The ancestral soul sacrifice was interrupted by an arrow, and the old beast spat out blood. The other beasts were indeed like crazy, baring their teeth and roaring wildly. The beasts' roars were like thunder in my ears, and the earth was shaking violently, as if everything in their way would be torn to pieces and crushed into dust.
Although they were still far apart, the beast was charging towards them with such force that if it couldn't stop its momentum, it might crush them into a pulp. After all, the divine concealment talisman could only mask their aura, not their form.
"Or, let's go down first." The follower said tentatively.
"Well, let's go down first. Mu Hanyan is dead anyway. There is no point in us staying here." Han Yutang grew up in a honeypot and had never seen such a posture. He felt a little guilty. The follower's words were exactly what he wanted. The two of them used their hands and feet to slide down the cliff again.
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"Retreat quickly!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Mu Hanyan shouted to Zhuang Ping'an and others.
Zhuang Ping'an and others were already frightened by the violent aura of the strange beast. They did not care about taming their sword pets and turned around and rushed towards the cliff.
Although there were restrictions on the outside of the mountain, they were less noticeable on the inside, and their strength wasn't significantly affected. But don't forget, the beasts gathered at the Beast Soul Spring were all powerful. The weakest were equivalent to sixth- or seventh-level Sword Masters, while the strongest had reached the level of Grand Sword Master. Their numbers were dozens of times greater than theirs, and any hesitation at this moment could result in fatal consequences.
Soon, the gap between the crowd widened. Zhuang Ping'an, Sang Qinghe and other masters at the level of great swordsmen ran in the front, and those practitioners with weaker strength were left far behind. If nothing unexpected happened, they would most likely not be able to escape, and would either be buried under the sharp claws and fangs of the strange beasts, or be trampled into meat paste.
But at this critical moment of life and death, when even his own life cannot be saved, who can care about them?
"Where is Young Master Mu?" Zhuang Ping'an suddenly asked as they got closer to the cliff on the side of the mountain.
Mu Hanyan's strength is much higher than that of all of them, and logically her speed should be much faster than them, but Zhuang Ping'an did not see her.
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