In the blink of an eye, Deng Zhonglin sank into the ground and used all his strength to escape.
Although the Yellow Springs Escape Technique allowed him to become invisible, if he were to pass through tangible objects, it would use up a lot of his spiritual energy. Thus, he was prepared to go deeper and find a river. Then, he would be able to use the most energy saving method to escape.
The sword light in the sky dissipated and Zhang Yan came out. He thought for a while. If he used the Five Elements Escape Technique, he would be able to travel underground without any problems. However, if he did that, he would not be able to catch up to this person within two to four hours.
Thus, he reached out and used the Heaven and Earth Locking Technique. Then, he pointed with his finger and used the Five Elements Escape Technique.
"Not good!"
Deng Zhonglin suddenly felt his body sink. It was ten times slower than before. He knew that he had been trapped by a forbidden technique.
In his heart, he was extremely shocked. Just now, he saw the opportunity early and turned around to escape as soon as he saw the sword light. The two of them were at least ten miles apart, but they were still enveloped by the Restrictive Lock Technique. It could be imagined how great the Fa Li of the person who cast the technique was.
When he turned into smoke, he was unable to use any techniques. If he wanted to remove this technique, he would have to show himself.
Immediately, the yellow smoke gathered and he returned to his human form. His spiritual energy spread out and instantly, all the mud and rocks around him disappeared. Then, he used the fastest speed to cast a counter spell to remove the restriction on his body.
However, when he tried to use his escape technique again, a restrictive force descended upon him. This feeling was as if the surrounding soil was being grabbed along with his entire body, and it was about to be pulled out.
The timing was extremely accurate. It was just as his spiritual energy was circulating and he was just a step away from success.
Luckily, after he entered the small world. He had imagined that he would be surrounded and attacked by several cultivators from the Mysterious Sect. Although that wasn't the case, the situation was extremely similar. His mind moved and a golden lock flew out. With a "kacha" sound, it cracked open. His body suddenly stopped and he stopped his ascension.
This was the Origin Lock. It could help him avoid danger once. However, the difference in spiritual energy between the two parties was not small. Thus, he couldn't escape. However, with this momentary delay, his magic power had already returned. Without hesitation, he used a "Concealment Technique" that only third stage cultivators of the Netherworld Spring Sect could learn. Immediately, a stream of Essence Qi shot out from his five apertures. It wrapped him up. He transformed into a wisp of smoke and flew away.
This time, he used his techniques one after another. Divine Arts, Dharma Arts, and Dharma treasures were used one after another. Finally, he managed to break free from the shackles temporarily.
However, he was not happy in his heart. Instead, he was secretly complaining.
In a battle of magical powers between two cultivators, the one with the more powerful mana would have too much of an advantage. More often than not, a random Daoist technique or divine ability would force the other party to use all his strength to deal with it. And now, he had encountered such a situation.
The only thing he could do now was to escape as soon as possible. Once he came face to face with Zhang Yan, he would have no hope of winning. Even if Zhang Yan attacked him purely with Fa Li, he would still be able to take care of him.
Traveling underground was no longer feasible. The Art of Concealment could only last for ten breaths, and the speed of escape was far inferior to the Underworld Escaping Art. After the effect wore off, if the opponent used the same method Just Now again, what could he use to resist?
Suddenly, an idea appeared in his mind. He gritted his teeth and said, "Whether it works or not, I can only give it a try. If I can make it there, I will be able to shake this person off!"
He immediately rushed upwards. After a breath's time, he was already on the ground.
In this short period of time, Zhang Yan had already caught up. The distance between the two of them was less than a thousand feet.
Deng Zhonglin knew that he had wasted a lot of time. Once he showed himself, it would be extremely dangerous. So when he reached the surface, he didn't think and threw out a Dharma Talisman. The light turned and a small mirror appeared. It shone on him. In an instant, he disappeared from where he was and escaped into the Mirror World.
The mirror light flipped, and under the illumination of the sky, it suddenly reflected a ray of light. In the blink of an eye, it was dozens of miles away.
Deng Zhonglin staggered and fell out of the light.
This was a Dharma Talisman that he exchanged many precious materials from the Origin Mirage Gate. There was a Daoist Bewitching Mirror True Form left behind by a predecessor. Cultivators could borrow the light from the mirror to travel far away in an instant. This way, they could avoid certain Daoist techniques that couldn't be dodged.
It was just that this technique was very harmful to the cultivator. If one's luck wasn't good, it was very likely that he would die in the blink of an eye. If it wasn't for this life and death situation, he wouldn't have used it.
At this moment, even if he successfully used it, his face was distorted. His head felt heavy and his feet felt light. His body became blurred and was on the verge of collapse. Trembling, he took out a few pills and stuffed them into his mouth. Only then did he manage to stabilize his Dharma Body.
After taking a few deep breaths, he squeezed out the rest of his magic power and once again used the Underworld Escape Technique to escape into the sky.
About two hundred miles ahead was the place where he fought the Yuan Yang Sect disciples. At that time, in order to guard against the One Thought Sword, he specially set up eight banners that he got from the Huncheng Sect. Each of the banners had the ability to take the place of death.
However, he was also lucky that time. The two Yuan Yang Sect's third stage cultivators were fighting with a Daoist from the Xuan Lu Continent. Therefore, he didn't have to use it and succeeded.
After that, he was afraid that people would surround and capture him, so he didn't take it back. At this moment, he wanted to use it to escape.
Zhang Yan looked at the yellow smoke in the distance. If he used the Forbidden Lock Magical Ability, he would definitely stop his escape technique. With the opponent's speed, he could escape with this moment of delay.
With a slight thought, he stopped his body. A trace of red and purple color flashed between his eyebrows. Suddenly, he let out a loud shout.
Boom!
Deng Zhonglin felt as if there was a loud clap of thunder in his ears. For a moment, the sky and earth were spinning, and the escape technique was almost broken.
After a moment of absent-mindedness, he suddenly woke up and hurriedly tried to use the escape technique again. However, it was too late. The sword light behind him had once again caught up.
It was just a simple shout. It was to erase all the previous efforts he had made.
How could Deng Zhonglin not know that he had lost his last chance to escape? A fierce expression appeared on his face. He turned around and let out a strange cry. More than ten bright lights appeared on his body. He actually took out all the magic treasures he had brought with him this time. He shouted, "Daoist Zhang, wait. I have a magic treasure from your Qincang School. If you can …"
However, when he looked up, he saw a huge hand that was more than three hundred feet in size condensed from yellow smoke falling down. His expression suddenly froze, revealing a look of shock.
The next moment, a loud bang came out. Endless smoke and dust rose, and then everything returned to silence.
Under this blow, whether it was Deng Zhonglin or the magic treasure, both were smashed together. It didn't even cause the slightest ripple.
Expressionless, Zhang Yan took out a magic talisman. Then, he captured a trace of Qi from the scattered flesh and blood below. He pointed a finger into the talisman and gently threw it out. The talisman suddenly turned into a stream of light and flew in the southwest direction.
He spread out his sleeves, riding on the strong wind, and followed.
The treasure that entered the world definitely had its Qi. If he searched for this talisman book, he would be able to find it.
After traveling for a few thousand miles, he saw that the talisman book fell into an empty space and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
He knew that this must be where the door was. However, looking at it from this small world, he couldn't see any clues. Even if he was close, he couldn't feel anything strange.
If he wanted to obtain this treasure, he had to go to the other side.
However, he wasn't in a hurry. Who knew what kind of world it was?
He thought for a while. The demon sect cultivator that he killed came alone, so the possibility of him being in the Nether Spring Sect was very small. However, he had to be careful of accidents.
He immediately made up his mind and a streak of sword light flew around the room.
With the reflection of his sword spirit, he immediately saw the scene on the other side. It was a cave room. Other than a pearl on the ceiling and a praying mat on the ground, it was empty without any decorations. From this, it could be seen that this wasn't a long-term residence. It was very likely that this was a temporary place.
After making another circle and confirming that there wasn't any danger, he stepped in.
When he entered the cave room, he turned around and saw a floating painting on the wall. He thought for a while and didn't rush to take it. Instead, he closed his eyes and sensed it.
There was little water and wood around, and there wasn't any Qi. He immediately determined that he was in a secluded mountain.
There were only two Qi movements in the cave, and they were weak. Their cultivation wasn't high, but one of them was familiar. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
He walked to the entrance of the cave and sensed it. As he expected, the outside was filled with restrictions.
He probed further and realized that it was just a warning. Attacking from the outside would cause a huge commotion, but if he attacked from the inside, it would be easy to break. Thus, he waved his sleeves and erased all of them. He pushed open the stone door and stepped out.
The sound of the stone door opening immediately alerted the disciple guarding the door. He ran out with a face full of joy and said, "Teacher, you're back …"
When he saw Zhang Yan's figure, he suddenly stopped and revealed a terrified expression. He screamed and turned to escape.
Zhang Yan casually flicked his finger and a small ball of Five Elements Devil Slaying Divine Thunder exploded in the small space. After the spiritual light disappeared, there was nothing there.
He walked forward along the path under his feet and calmly stopped in front of a stone room. He waved his hand and removed the restriction on it. He pushed the door and entered.
He looked over and saw a young Daoist sitting cross-legged on the couch. In front of him was a jade scroll that was emitting a misty moonlight.
Sensing that someone had entered, the person opened his eyes and was shocked. He said in shock, "Manor Master?"
Zhang Yan smiled and said, "Zhao Yang, I didn't want you to be here."
Zhao Yang's expression was both awkward and depressed. He said, "It's also my bad luck."
Zhang Yan asked and found out that Zhao Yang had borrowed the identity of a disciple of the Netherworld Spring Sect's elder. He wanted to sneak into the Netherworld Spring Sect and gain experience.
Originally, he was just a Core Formation cultivator, so no one paid attention to him. His actions were quite smooth. Unfortunately, Deng Zhonglin and that elder were familiar with each other, so he was a little suspicious. Seeing that Zhao Yang had outstanding talent, he wanted to take him as a disciple. So he half-forced him to stay by his side. Other than not being allowed to go out, he didn't lack any cultivation techniques or treasures.
Zhang Yan smiled and said, "Fortune and misfortune depend on each other. I see that your cultivation has improved. If you didn't have this opportunity and cultivated step by step, you might not have the situation you have today."
Zhao Yang nodded subconsciously. When he was by Deng Zhonglin's side, he was constantly worried about his life. He thought that the only way to prevent himself from being killed was to display his extraordinary aptitude and arouse Deng Zhonglin's desire to cherish talent.
Zhang Yan nodded and said, "This is not a place to stay for long. Since I met you, it is also your opportunity. Come with me."
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