Gu He was covered in bruises and was beaten so hard that he vomited blood, but Xue Kong's attacks were very measured. He only seriously injured him but did not kill him, leaving him with enough strength to breathe.
Xue Kong stepped on Gu He's chest with a cold look in his eyes: "Hand over the method of refining the Demon Soul Pill."
"You, what happened to Shouying?" Gu He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He no longer had any doubts about Xue Kong's foundation-building skills, and no longer had any thoughts of capturing Xue Kong and searching his soul.
The only thing left is the worry about Dong Shouying.
The three Qi Condensation Great Perfection monsters were suppressed by the Heavenly Sword. After all, the Heavenly Sword was a mid-grade Earth-level, Foundation Establishment-level magic weapon. It injured the three monsters so many times that they could not provide support.
There was a whistling sound in the air, and a figure came rushing towards them.
Xue Kong raised his head, his eyes cold and indifferent: "Just wait and see how I kill the foundation-building cultivator."
Bang.
He kicked Gu He in the chest again, this time using 70% of his strength, almost breaking Gu He's sternum. Gu He's face was pale and his consciousness was almost lost.
Xue Kong raised his hand and grabbed forward, holding the whisk in his palm, and attacked the foundation-building cultivator who was coming from mid-air. A burst of impact suddenly spread out.
"Hmph!" The monk snorted coldly, pinched a finger and pointed at Xue Kong, "Soul-Calming Technique."
Then a buzzing sound was heard.
When other people heard the buzzing sound, they just felt like an ancient bell ringing, and didn't feel anything else. But when Xue Kong heard the sound, he felt a sharp pain in his head.
Even he couldn't bear the severe pain and couldn't help but frown.
After all, this was a spell attack from a cultivator who was truly in the early stage of foundation building. In fact, that cultivator was at the second level of the Taoist foundation building stage, and his cultivation level was a little higher than Xue Kong's.
Xue Kong's blood and energy surged in his body, and he was injured by the magic attack.
His eyes flashed: "What a strange spell, it can ignore everything and directly attack my sea of consciousness."
Before this, Xue Kong didn't even notice anything. Since he couldn't notice it, he couldn't resist and could only endure it.
This kind of magic is really scary.
"Buds emerge from the dead tree." Xue Kong used his killing move, holding the dead tree whose branches gradually became smooth after absorbing a lot of vitality, and faced the cultivator's attack head-on.
The first attack to approach the monk was the whisk, but unfortunately it was easily blocked by a defensive magic weapon taken out by the opponent.
However, the approach of the dead tree and the spread of the aura of annihilation made the monk's face solemn. He turned around and circled in the air, intending to avoid the attack of the dead tree and go around to the back to rescue Gu He.
A murderous look flashed in Xue Kong's eyes, and his mind moved. The three evil ghosts flew back quickly and entered his body. Then, he secretly activated the [Nine Ghosts Soul Moving Technique], and his speed increased dramatically, and he rushed straight towards the foundation-building cultivator.
The dead tree followed behind him, and the man and the tree flashed by.
Before the foundation-building cultivator could react, Xue Kong got close to his body.
The man's face changed drastically. He raised his hand and was about to cast a spell again when Xue Kong moved his mind and a black mist surged out from his storage bag. In the black mist, a pale palm reached out directly to the monk.
"What is this!" The monk was so frightened that he saw the hand, which was pale and bloodless, with dense corpse spots covered on the skin. It was clearly the right hand of a dead person.
The palm was as powerful as a bamboo that broke through the wall, smashing all the defenses in front of the cultivator. Even his defensive magic weapon had no power to resist in front of the palm, and it shattered with a bang.
The palm moved straight forward without any hindrance, pierced into the monk's chest, and pulled out a bloody heart from it.
The bloody heart was still beating, and it was quickly caught back by the palm, merged into the black mist, and retracted into the storage bag along with the black mist.
"No, this is impossible..." The monk vomited blood and his breath was immediately on his deathbed. Fear remained in his eyes. The scene that just appeared was far beyond his cognition.
But his heart was already missing from his chest, and the flesh around the wound quickly turned purple and began to rot due to the poison. His consciousness quickly faded, and his vitality also quickly faded away.
The dead tree finally caught up and hit him, causing his body to collapse. A wisp of white smoke merged into the dead tree. This was the vitality of the foundation-building cultivator, causing the green light on the dead tree to flash again.
Three evil ghosts rushed out of Xue Kong's body and devoured the monk's soul.
Then, Xue Kong took a step forward and returned to Gu He's side. He looked indifferent and lowered his head to stare at Gu He.
The whole audience was silent.
Whether it was Gu He, or Che Jingshen and the female cultivator who were distractedly watching the battle here, or the groups of Qi Condensation cultivators in the forest, they were all dumbfounded and shocked beyond words.
All this happened so quickly. From the time the monk came to the rescue to the time he was killed by Xue Kong, it only took a dozen breaths. This was really incredible.
The location where the poisonous corpse's palm appeared was very secretive. Except for Xue Kong and the monk, everyone else only saw a thick black fog emerge briefly, and then the monk seemed to have lost his resistance and was killed by the dead tree.
It seemed like all this ended when Xue Kong approached the monk.
"Am I dreaming? He was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, yet he was killed so easily, just like a cultivator slaughtering a mortal. This, this, this..."
"He definitely can't be a Qi Condensation cultivator. He must be a Foundation Establishment cultivator, most likely in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment!"
"Yes, that must be the case. He has hidden his cultivation!"
The group of Qi Condensation cultivators who were watching the show from a distance in the forest all felt their scalps tingling. How could they snatch the treasure from a cultivator in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment?
Many people have even begun to think about giving up.
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