Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Chapter 142: The Disciple of the Demon Elder

Taoist Wen Mo had a solemn expression, his eyes revealed an endless cold light, he glanced at his arm that was still bleeding, and said: "I didn't expect that he is so young, but his vision is so sharp, quite interesting."

"But you want to kill me? That's just wishful thinking!"

Taoist Wen Mo curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer, and the blood mist within a hundred meters around him condensed wildly. He slapped the ground with his shriveled hands, and the soil under him began to crack at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As his hands danced quickly, a special magic circle suddenly appeared above his head, and then he heard a loud roar from Taoist Wen Mo:
"Look at my blood escape technique!"

As the words fell, the old Taoist Wen Mo turned into a ball of blood light and flew towards the distant Qiongshan Mountain.

Ye Qian’an: “???”

What a great blood escape technique! It really lives up to its reputation!

...............

The dark moonlit sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds and thunder roared loudly.

Amidst the heavy rain, a figure was fleeing in the depths of the dense forest like a stray dog.

Taoist Wen Mo kept looking back, using his spiritual sense to the maximum, but he could still feel a murderous sword intent approaching, so he could only use his blood escape method again.

After using it twice in succession, most of the blood in Taoist Wen Mo's body had dried up, and he was staggering when he walked, as if he might fall to the ground and die at any time.

"Now that you're here, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

The sound of death coming echoed in the forest.

Taoist Wen Mo trembled all over. He raised his head with an effort and looked at the figure standing not far away, smiling at him.

A slight chill, along with this soft and delicate rain, quietly descended into this exquisite forest. The fragrance of the earth, along with the continuous beating of the drizzle, gradually diffused in the forest pool, and water vapor rose up.

Until, the sound of raindrops hitting the bamboo paper umbrella suddenly rang out.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock, tick tock!

Taoist Wen Mo stopped moving, his left hand hung behind him, a blood blade condensed in his palm, his eyes were bloodshot as he said, "Young man, I have already escaped, what else do you want?!"

Ye Qian'an held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand and said with a leisurely smile: "Your disciple should be the guy who likes bellybands, right?"

Taoist Wen Mo achieved a breath of enlightenment.

As if he had guessed it, he immediately said angrily: "It's you!"

"You are the one who killed my beloved disciple?!"

Taoist Wen Mo's eyes were bloodshot. Zhang Yu was his beloved disciple, and now he was killed. He wished he could cut the person who killed him into pieces.

But he didn't expect that the other party would appear in front of him and want to kill him!
Ye Qian'an smiled again and said, "You demon cultivators are really interesting. If you can't win, you run away. If you can't escape, you just talk nonsense here. You are just like your disciple who has turned into ashes."

"You are so sharp-tongued, and you tried to kill my disciple. Go to hell!" Taoist Wen Mo's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he moved his five fingers. Five sharp spiritual powers filled with cold air suddenly shot out from his fingertips, carrying a fierce gust of wind, and shot directly at Ye Qian'an's head.

Ye Qian'an was no longer afraid.

After performing Blood Escape twice in a row, Taoist Wen Mo's body was already exhausted, and even if he ran away his strength would be greatly reduced.

The next moment, a ray of sword energy burst out from under the umbrella.

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The blood stained three feet, and the remaining arm fell off.

Taoist Wen Mo immediately let out a shrill roar and rolled on the ground like a wronged child. "My hand...!!"

The extremely sharp sword energy had already been injected into Taoist Wen Mo's body along the wound, shattering his dantian. In the space of a breath, all of the extraordinary meridians in Taoist Wen Mo's body were broken.

Taoist Wen Mo's teeth were almost broken, and he stared with his eyes wide open, pleading in his voice: "Let me go, as long as you can let me go, I am willing to give you all the treasures on my body!!!"

Ye Qian'an became interested and asked, "What treasure?"

Taoist Wen Mo did not dare to delay and immediately took out all the treasures he had accumulated over the years. Among them, what attracted Chu Yuan's attention was a special banner.

The banner was engraved with dense talismans, and there was a dead silence. A strong smell of blood permeated the air three feet around it.

Ye Qian'an was a little puzzled. He took it in his hand, weighed it twice, and asked, "What is this?"

"This item is called the Soul Banner, and it is used by me to sacrifice the undead... The user must reach the initial stage of Mahayana to control the undead within the Soul Banner."

The devil does not care about what others think, he just believes that practice is arbitrary, and as long as he can become stronger, someone must sacrifice.

Taoist Wen Mo gritted his teeth. If he hadn't been so close to breaking through to the Mahayana realm, he would have already wiped out the bastards in front of him in the battle just now.

Ye Qian'an collected all the treasures, perhaps they would be useful in the future.

"Go to hell, bastard!"

When Taoist Wen Mo saw that the other party was obsessed with money and property, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he stabbed Ye Qian'an's chest with the sharp blade that he had condensed earlier.

clang!
There was a crisp sound.

The sharp blade turned into a red mist and disappeared without a trace.

The yellow talisman exploded.

Taoist Wen Mo was horrified: "You... you actually have talismans all over your body!"

The sword cut his throat. Taoist Wen Mo covered his neck tightly with both hands, which was spurting blood. He stared at Chu Yuan and roared unwillingly: "I am... the disciple of Elder Tianmo... You dare to kill me... My master will not let you go... "

After saying the last sentence, Taoist Wen Mo's body became extremely stiff, and he finally died with an unwilling look on his face.

Before he died, he merged his soul and blood into his spirit and disappeared on the spot. Even if he died, he wanted his master to avenge him.

"Old Man Tianmo?"

Ye Qian'an had never heard of the other party's name, but since Taoist Wen Mo was originally at the level of fusion, his strength must be far beyond that of an immortal.

However, Ye Qian'an was not too afraid. On the contrary, when Taoist Wen Mo told Old Man Tianmo that he was "Shenxuan Sect's Young Master Zhou Yuyan", Old Man Tianmo would just go looking for Zhou Yuyan after knowing that.

It has nothing to do with me.

Ye Qian'an smiled, and then continued to ride the magic sword towards the distance. As for this matter, let Zhou Yuyan handle it himself.

Who told him to always target me?

Ye Qian'an was in a good mood and decided to have a good drink and then have a good sleep. When he opened his eyes tomorrow, he should have arrived at Lingdong City.

However, about a few minutes after Ye Qian'an left, a man in a black robe appeared out of nowhere at the location of the previous battle.

The man glanced at the Taoist Wen Mo who had already died, then looked at Ye Qian'an's leaving back, revealing a meaningful smile.

(End of this chapter)