Whoosh!
Another gust of wind blew past, bringing with it a bone-chilling chill.
The stone stele in front of the ancient temple that had been sucked dry by the peach blossoms was immediately reduced to dust by this gust of wind, scattering with the wind.
Along with the gust of wind came a dozen or so unobstructed surges of Qi.
The leading Qi, whose strength was comparable to that of a cultivator of the eighth realm, was the fastest.
Almost as soon as Lu Qingshan sensed the fluctuation of Qi, the figure had already appeared in his and Mo Yan's line of sight.
It was a black whirlwind that swept through the entire sky, and a terrifying Qi filled the air.
In the eye of the whirlwind, there was a cold and disdainful gaze, and an illusory figure appeared, intimidating.
A white-robed "young man" slowly appeared in the whirlwind.
His eyes were cold as he looked at Lu Qingshan and Mo Yan in front of the ancient temple, and then at the peach blossoms in Lu Qingshan's hand. His eyes flashed, and he said emotionlessly, "Very good. I can't believe I can meet a human cultivator in a place like this."
"The heavenly tribulation that shook the world just now was triggered by the sword in your hand, right?"
"That's right. Sitting at home, even the heavens sent someone to deliver a treasure to me."
The white-robed young man strode in the air, walking over.
His white robe flapped, and his entire body emitted a blinding light. He seemed like a god descending to the mortal world, possessing an invincible might.
Lu Qingshan's eyes were clear as he quietly watched the newcomer approach, his expression solemn.
A cultivator of the eighth realm.
This white-robed young man exuded the Qi of a cultivator of the eighth realm.
The white-robed young man's killing intent was obvious, and he did not conceal it in the slightest.
"Demons?" Lu Qingshan softly muttered to himself.
He was in the form of a human, but his demonic intent was awe-inspiring.
As far as he knew, among the Demons, only the Mental Demons had this ability.
Thus, there was no doubt that this white-robed young man was a Mental Demon.
If he guessed correctly, he was one of the three souls of a Mental Demon.
Lu Qingshan's heart sank.
The current situation was not easy to deal with.
Lu Qingshan did not know why Demons would appear in a place like this.
The most important thing now was how to escape.
The incomer's intentions were obvious. His killing intent was obvious, and his strength was even greater.
A cultivator of the eighth level.
What kind of concept was that?
On the path of cultivation, the higher one's realm, the greater the gap between the ranks.
Back when Lu Qingshan was a Realm Four, he had to exchange his lifespan for three sword strikes to defeat a Realm Six.
Now, he, a level-six cultivator, had to face a level-eight cultivator.
This was not the end.
In the blink of an eye.
The remaining dozen or so figures also rushed over.
Among the dozen or so figures, there were no longer any human figures. They were all in the form of ferocious beasts, but their eyes were very human-like as they stared ferociously at Lu Qingshan and Mo Yan.
At this moment, Lu Qingshan was completely certain that these ferocious beasts and the white-robed young man before him were all "sub-souls" of the Mental Demon Clan.
"Brother Lu …" Mo Yan's throat felt dry as he looked at the huge formation.
"These are all demonic cultivators of the Mental Demon Clan."
Lu Qingshan knew that the situation was urgent, and quickly transmitted to Mo Yan through voice transmission.
"In the ancient temple, I discovered the secret of the Mental Demons, a secret that can change the situation of the Middle Spirit battle."
"The innate ability of the Mental Demon Clan is most likely three souls in one body.
Every Mental Demon can split into three souls, and each soul can occupy the physical body of a living being. This is also the origin of the Spirit Washing Demonic Cultivators. "
"The four rulers of the Spirit Washing Sect should be the two top Demons of the Mental Demons, as well as the sub-souls of Supreme Yu."
"Although this bloodline innate ability is extremely powerful, it has a fatal limitation. Once the main body dies, the three souls will be destroyed."
"In addition, the main body of the Mental Demon Clan is extremely weak. At least, it is far inferior to their sub-souls." Lu Qingshan added as he thought of the invincible Mental Demon that was almost instantly killed by the single-horned lizard.
"So, we only need to find the main body of the Mental Demon Clan and kill it. Then, we can bypass their powerful sub-souls and deal a fatal blow to the Mental Demon Clan."
"This news is related to the victory of the Middle Spirit battle. We must send it back."
"These Mental Demon Demonic Cultivators don't know about this. Looking at the eyes of the leading Mental Demon, it is obvious that their target is my Natal Sword."
"This is an opportunity."
"Since their target is me, there is no need for us to move together. Moving separately is the best plan.
The Middle Spirit battle is more important. I will lead them away and block one for you. It is better for you to go first and return to the Human Realm as soon as possible to bring the news back. This is the only way. "
Lu Qingshan quickly made a decision.
Mo Yan's eyes flickered slightly. He was shocked by the secret of the Demons, and also shocked by Lu Qingshan's decision.
"Okay." He did not refute and only responded silently.
Under the current circumstances, what Lu Qingshan said was the most correct way to go. How could he allow himself to refuse and drag things out?
Since the white-robed young man had targeted Lu Qingshan from the beginning, it was almost certain that this target could only be Lu Qingshan.
Mo Yan and Lu Qingshan were both aware of this point.
Mo Yan was an emotional person. He and Lu Qingshan could be said to have formed a friendship of life and death. He would not hesitate to sacrifice his life to fight with Lu Qingshan.
But the mission he was shouldering now was not his own life, but for the millions of people in the Middle Spirit Region. He could no longer think based on his emotions.
What influenced his thinking was only choice, and not the so-called life and death together.
Compared to the safety of the Middle Spirit Region and Lu Qingshan's life, which was more important?
On this point, he and Lu Qingshan made the same choice after weighing the pros and cons.
.....
The two of them seemed to have communicated a lot, but in reality, the voice transmission was only a matter of an instant.
From the Demons' point of view, Lu Qingshan nodded at Mo Yan. Then, he suddenly sped up and rose on his sword. His figure plunged deeper into the west, away from the Human Region.
The choice of direction was also in Lu Qingshan's consideration.
Mo Yan's escape technique was far inferior to his, especially the level-eight Devil Cultivator in the lead. He was too fast. If he really wanted to chase, it would not take long for him to catch up to Mo Yan.
So, in order to buy more time for Mo Yan, he had to lead these Demons away from the Human Region.
Mo Yan instantly understood Lu Qingshan's intention. He gritted his teeth and also used his escape technique, fleeing toward the east.
The moment he got up, Mo Yan saw that among the beasts, one of the beasts that was formed by the Inner Demon's body suddenly shattered, turning into a bloody shadow that filled the sky.
A sword light cut across the sky, occupying his vision.
It was Lu Qingshan.
Only Lu Qingshan had such a sharp flying sword.
Just running away was not the character of a sword cultivator.
So, when he got up on his sword, Lu Qingshan suddenly drew his sword. Before the Demons could react, he instantly killed a level-seven beast.
Lu Qingshan, who had been immersed in battle for many years, had an extremely accurate grasp of opportunities.
These Demons now looked as if victory was in their hands. They did not have the vigilance that they should have.
This could not be said to be arrogant.
The white-robed young man in the lead had level-eight cultivation. For the time being, the other beasts were also level-seven.
With such a lineup, facing two level-six cultivators, what was there to be vigilant about?
Would you be careful when you saw ants?
That was all.
So, they paid the price.
"Give you a treasure? I think you're the ones who are giving me your lives! "Lu Qingshan, who had fled far away, left behind a sentence.
His attack was not only to suppress the momentum of the Devil Race, but also to attract more hatred.
When Mo Yan saw Lu Qingshan's sword, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
With such a sharp sword, one could imagine that these Demons would be incomparably hostile to Lu Qingshan and use most of their strength to chase after Lu Qingshan.
His heart faintly trembled.
The truth was so.
After Lu Qingshan's sword, the white-robed young man's killing intent rose to the sky.
"You deserve to die!" A low voice resounded through the sky.
"That spell cultivator's escape technique is not obvious. On the other hand, this sword cultivator's methods are vicious and his escape technique is extremely fast. He is not easy to deal with.
Xiong Huo, take five people to chase after that spell cultivator. The rest of you, follow me to kill this sword cultivator! "The white-robed young man immediately made arrangements and ordered.
"Yes, Your Highness Tianmang," the one called Xiong Huo was a giant bear with red eyes and white fur. He replied in the Demons' language.
In the sky, the Demons quickly split into two groups. The group with more people chased after Lu Qingshan under the lead of His Highness Tianmang, while the other group chased after Mo Yan.
"Six Grade Seven Vicious Beasts … you should be able to deal with them," Lu Qingshan saw this and muttered in his heart.
At this point, he could only believe in Mo Yan.
With the legendary talent [Incineration], this world's Child of Fortune, he should be able to turn misfortune into fortune … right?
He couldn't take care of too many things at the moment.
Luring away His Highness Tianmang, who was a Grade Eight Demons, was the limit of what he could do. The rest was up to Mo Yan.
He himself was like a clay Buddha crossing a river, unable to protect himself.
His escape technique was fast, but no matter how fast he was, he couldn't be faster than a Grade Eight cultivator.
That didn't make sense.
So, the distance between His Highness Tianmang and Lu Qingshan was rapidly shrinking!
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