Mortal Seeking Immortal

Outside Qingyan City, the four bearded men were flying their swords westwards away from Prison Mountain. During this time, the bearded man released his spiritual sense from time to time to closely explore the surrounding movements.

Ye Zhou did not want to alert them, so he just followed them from a distance and paid attention to the surrounding movements. The group of demon cultivators might come at any time.

Seeing that Qingyan City had been left far behind them, the solemn expressions on the faces of the four bearded men suddenly dissipated a lot. The thin man flying in the front turned his head to look at the bearded man and said with a relaxed face: "Brother, it seems that those people didn't catch up..."

Before the thin man finished speaking, the bearded man's face changed drastically: "Second brother, be careful!"

At the same time, the bearded man's hand had touched the storage bag, and he took out a fire wall talisman from it and threw it in front of the thin man.

The thin man felt a strong wind coming towards him quickly in front of him, and heard the bearded man's warning, and the alarm bells in his heart rang loudly. He paused his flying sword and was about to retreat.

Unexpectedly, there was only a sound of a sharp weapon piercing the flesh, and the thin man saw a blood-red dagger wrapped in a thick black demonic aura piercing through his dantian.

The thin man's face turned extremely pale in an instant, and the spiritual power in his body gushed out frantically from the hole in his dantian. Almost in the space of a breath, the spiritual power in the thin man's body had been lost without a trace.

The thin man could not control the flying sword under his feet, and his figure was like a bird with broken wings, falling rapidly.

Seeing that the thin man was about to fall into a pile of meat, the flying sword under the feet of the blue-robed man closest to him suddenly accelerated forward and chased in the direction of the thin man's fall, as if trying to catch the thin man.

Unexpectedly, the dagger that pierced the thin man's dantian came back, lightly scratched in the air, and instantly cut off the thin man's head, and a large amount of blood sprayed out in the air, splashing the blue-robed man's face.

All this happened in just an instant!

Ye Zhou, who was following the four people from a distance, had been paying attention to whether anyone was chasing him. However, he did not expect that this group of demon cultivators was so cunning that they set up an ambush on the road that the four people had to pass.

"Second brother!"

"Second brother!"

The three bearded men looked at the headless corpse with bloodshot eyes, and took out all kinds of magic weapons in their hands, chasing in the direction where the blood-red dagger flew back.

The blood-red dagger flew to a small mound several dozen feet away in front, and three figures wearing black robes and exuding a faint demonic aura appeared in front of the small mound.

The three of them all wore similar devil masks on their faces, and the blood-red dagger was taken into the hands of one of them.

Seeing the Qi training grade magic weapon thrown by the three bearded men, one of the demon cultivators snorted disdainfully, and an aura of the initial stage of foundation building emanated from him.

The bearded man's face changed drastically: "Not good! This person has the cultivation of the initial stage of foundation building! Retreat quickly!"

Without waiting for the three to recall the magic weapons, the demon cultivator of the initial stage of foundation building waved his sleeves, and three groups of black magic energy the size of a human head flew out of his sleeves, turning into the shape of a skull in the air, and biting the magic weapons of the three bearded men!

In the blink of an eye, the magic weapons of the three bearded men were bitten by the skull, and a large amount of magic energy spewed out from the skull's mouth, wrapping the magic weapons inside and corroding the spiritual light on the magic weapons.

In a short while, the three magic weapons were corroded by the magic energy and lost their spiritual light. They were completely reduced to a pile of broken copper and iron, and fell to the ground with a whoosh.

Their life magic weapons were destroyed, and the three bearded men all spit out blood!

But they did not dare to stop the flying swords under their feet, and kept fleeing backwards. Their destination was Qingyan City. As long as they escaped into the city, with the protection of the formation, these demon cultivators would never dare to mess around!

Seeing the three bearded men's thoughts, the demon cultivator in the middle impatiently turned his head to the demon cultivator standing on his left and said, "Moying, go and get rid of them so that we can go back and report. Remember to get rid of them cleanly without leaving any traces."

As soon as the demon cultivator finished speaking, the demon cultivator called Moying also burst out with the initial foundation building cultivation. As soon as he mobilized the spiritual power in his body, a large amount of demonic energy was released from his body, and the rolling demonic energy covered his figure.

The next moment, the demonic energy wrapped up Moying's body and turned into a residual image in the air, shooting towards the three bearded men!

The bearded man's face turned pale, the flying sword under his feet paused, and he took out several talismans from the storage bag, and said to the two blue-robed monks, "Hurry back to Qingyan City, don't worry about me!"

The blue-robed monk saw the bearded man's thoughts, and saw that the flying sword under the feet of the young man next to him paused, and he was about to stay here with the bearded man.

The blue-robed monk quickly reached out to stop the young man, and took him to Qingyan City without looking back. A breeze carried his words to the bearded man's ears.

"Brother, don't worry, I will definitely send my fourth brother to Qingyan City safely."

At the same time as the blue-robed man's voice appeared, the bearded man had already activated all the talismans in his hand, and countless fireballs, ice cones, and earth spikes appeared out of thin air, all smashing towards the demon shadow!

A blazing wall of fire condensed in front of the bearded man, intending to stop the demon shadow.

The demon cultivator standing in the middle saw this and sneered: "A mere ant, overestimating his own ability, actually thought he could escape from the demon shadow. You should know that the speed of the demon shadow can be comparable to that of an ordinary mid-stage foundation-building cultivator."

After that, the demon cultivator was about to enjoy the unilateral slaughter from the demon shadow, but he felt that the demon cultivator standing on his right was shaking unconsciously. He looked at the demon cultivator reproachfully and was about to ask him what was wrong.

He saw his companion standing on the right looking to his left rear, his eyes full of fear. A flying sword appeared behind his companion at some point.

As long as his companion dared to move, he had no doubt that the flying sword would pierce his companion's heart in the next moment.

The demon cultivator thought it was not good, and a large amount of demonic energy surged out of his sleeves, and was about to turn into a thick demonic wall in front of him, but unexpectedly, a white and slender hand fell on his shoulder silently.

A powerful aura of the great perfection of the foundation building realm was released from the owner of this hand, instantly blocking the spiritual power in his body, leaving him without the strength to move his fingers.

The demon cultivator felt a threat from death, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the trembling was more severe than his companion.

"Is he so unlucky that he was caught by the righteous sect the first time he went out to act?!"

The demon cultivator saw from the corner of his eye that the owner of this hand was a male cultivator with a gloomy ghost aura all over his body. He was stunned. He had never heard of any disciple of the righteous sect carrying such a strong ghost aura.

Could this person be a passing ghost cultivator?

The evil cultivator breathed a sigh of relief, as long as they were not from a righteous sect. He was about to beg for mercy, but he saw a young man about twenty years old walking out from behind the ghost cultivator.