C225 Blood Red Spear
C225 Blood Red Spear
The three of them increased their speed by quite a bit, and quickly flew above the forest, silently.
After running for about half a cup of tea's time, Zhang Zhengli suddenly stopped. He raised his hand, and Yang Xuan and Fatty Yuh also stopped moving.
He looked down and saw through the withered tree trunk. On the ground, there was a figure squatting there. The moonlight shone on his body and one could vaguely see his clothes. He seemed to be a villager.
"Eldest senior brother, I will go down and ask."
Fatty Yuh volunteered and prepared to land.
"Don't go!"
Zhang Zhengli scolded. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure below. Their position was a little high at the moment. Coupled with the night sky, even with the moonlight, they still could not see clearly.
Of course, Yang Xuan was not one of them.
Now that he had the Divine Sense, he casually swept his gaze downwards. His expression changed drastically and he said coldly, "That person no longer has any life force. He is a dead man!"
"What?"
Fatty Yuh was startled. That human figure was still moving. Although it wasn't a big movement, it didn't look like a dead man no matter how he looked at it.
He had just gotten down a little bit, but he quickly pulled himself up a little bit. His eyes shifted back and forth between the figure and Yang Xuan.
Zhang Zhengli frowned and took out the Spirit Exorcism Mirror.
The light on the mirror became brighter and brighter. It was even a little blinding. Now, it was all gathered in the center.
"Fellow Daoist Yang is right. That demonic devil is right below us. I think that man has already died. The two of you wait here. I will go down and take a look."
After saying that, he held the mirror with one hand and the flag with the other. His body descended rapidly. In just a few breaths' time, he had arrived in front of the figure and landed steadily on the ground.
When he got closer, the figure instantly became clear.
Zhang Zhengli only took a glance and his expression changed drastically. He leaped into the air and rushed to Yang Xuan and the other man's side.
"Let's go! Immediately!"
"Eldest senior brother, what happened?"
Fatty Yuh scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.
He watched Zhang Zhengli go down. He hadn't even done anything yet, but he had already flown up to them and asked them to leave.
Although he had no interest in killing demons and devils, since he had found them, he still had to eliminate them. Otherwise, the higher ups of the sect might blame him, and he wouldn't be able to escape from being scolded.
Zhang Zhengli glanced at him, then lowered his head and looked in the direction of the figure. He said urgently, "That person has the mark of our sect on his forehead! If we don't leave now, it will be too late!"
As soon as he said this, Fatty Yuh's body trembled. Without saying anything, he quickly fled into the distance.
Yang Xuan was very puzzled, but this was not the time to ask. He hurriedly followed behind. Zhang Zhengli deliberately slowed down and stayed behind to cover their retreat, in case something unexpected happened.
The three of them were much faster than before. However, Yang Xuan's cultivation base was still too low. He couldn't afford to fly for a long time, let alone using his full strength. In just a short while, more than half of the Spiritual Force in his body had been consumed.
"Keke, where are you three going?!"
A ghastly voice suddenly sounded from all directions.
"Quick! Don't care about anything! Run!"
Zhang Zhengli gritted his teeth and roared. His body suddenly sped up, and when he reached Yang Xuan's side, he suddenly slapped Yang Xuan on his back.
Yang Xuan was shocked. When he finally reacted, he felt that his body had become much lighter. His speed suddenly increased, and he was no different from Fatty Yuh. In fact, he was even faster than Fatty Yuh.
"Hehe, since you have seen my masterpiece, why don't you stay and chat with me?"
A gloomy voice was heard once again. It was weak and weak, and it carried an endless sense of vicissitude.
It was unknown what kind of secret technique the other party had used, but the voice seemed to have come from heaven and earth. It could not be found. It was as if countless people were standing in all directions and talking to each other.
Zhang Zhengli's expression was serious. He put away the Spirit Exorcism Mirror and bit his right index finger. His lips moved slightly, as if he was casting some kind of spell.
On his other hand, the small flag glowed. A drop of blood flew out of his index finger and merged into the light.
The white light turned blood-red. A monstrous Qi rose into the sky and transformed into a blood-red spear above him.
Although the spear was only an illusion, the spiritual pressure it contained was extremely terrifying. Yang Xuan was more than ten meters away from it, and he wasn't its target. However, he still couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine, as if he would be killed by it in the next moment.
"Is this... the disciple of a big sect?"
He was shocked in his heart. Such a powerful killing weapon, compared to the scarlet red pearl that Zhao Hu used, it was much dimmer. If he had this small flag at that time, even if there was a difference of one realm, Zhao Hu might not have been able to defeat him.
While he was thinking, Zhang Zhengli's face showed a wave of dissatisfaction.
"Not enough, not enough!"
He muttered. His mind moved slightly, and two more drops of blood flowed out from his fingertip and merged into the small flag. Instantly, the red light flourished!
On top of Zhang Zhengli's head, the blood red spear also solidified. It was as if it was made of red jade, and its power became stronger and stronger.
"I hope I can hold it for a while!"
He gritted his teeth and said. With a thought, the blood red spear fell from the sky and went straight towards the back, disappearing into the endless night sky in the distance.
Zhang Zhengli's face was a little pale, but his speed did not decrease much. He was still closely following Yang Xuan.
A moment later, in the distant sky, a thunderous roar was suddenly heard. It was like the roar of a furious tiger or wolf. It made people's hair stand on end when they heard it, but then there was no sound.
The few of them moved forward with their heads lowered. After a while, the voice was heard again.
"Tsk tsk, sword carrying kid, you're not bad. You actually destroyed one of my spiritual pet."
"Damn it!"
The corner of Zhang Zhengli's eyes twitched twice. He had decisively used up his blood essence to launch an attack. He didn't even manage to block the opponent's attack for a moment before he was caught up with so quickly.
"Sword, come!"
He gritted his teeth and roared. The long sword on his back suddenly shook. There was a golden light on the hilt of the sword.
As if it had heard his call, the long sword buzzed and immediately soared into the sky. It circled around him twice and then fell into his hand.
With the sword in his hand, Zhang Zhengli's Qi skyrocketed. His Fusion Stage cultivation base erupted, and his entire body seemed to have merged with the heaven and earth. Every movement he made seemed to have a certain charm.
He stopped and turned around, looking at the dark night sky in the distance.
At the same time, a cloth bag on his waist suddenly opened up. A ray of light rushed out from it, and in the midst of the light, a huge bird appeared.