God Destroying Pearl

About two days later, while Song Yun was flying on his sword, he suddenly heard the sound of fierce fighting coming from the front, interspersed with the roar of fireball talismans exploding.

Song Yun frowned slightly, and his spiritual sense quickly reached forward like an invisible tentacle.

His spiritual sense swept over and immediately captured the scene in front of him.

On the messy ground, three monks were engaged in a melee.

Two male monks were teaming up to besiege a female monk, who was obviously overwhelmed and in a precarious situation.

Around them, three bodies lay silent in a pool of blood.

Through his spiritual sense, Song Yun also discovered that their cultivation was only at the initial stage of foundation building.

After realizing that their cultivation would not pose a threat to him, Song Yun did not slow down and soon flew above the two fighting parties.

His appearance, like a giant eagle flying over the battlefield, attracted the attention of the monks below.

Feeling the powerful aura emanating from Song Yun, they all looked up and temporarily stopped the magic and sword fight in their hands.

Song Yun had no intention of stopping. He planned to speed up and pass through to avoid being involved in this meaningless fight.

However, at this moment, the nun below suddenly cried out for help, with a hint of despair and pleading in her voice.

"Senior, please stay!" The female cultivator's voice was urgent and clear, penetrating the air and reaching Song Yun's ears. "I am the daughter of the head of the Yang family in Yuxu City. These thieves want to rob the treasure I got. I hope that the senior can lend me a hand. My Yang family will definitely reward you handsomely!"

Song Yun's figure paused slightly in the air, and his eyes fell on the female monk.

Her clothes were torn and her body had several scars, obviously she had been through a tough battle.

Her eyes were full of pleading, and she was obviously in despair.

Song Yun's eyes swept over the female monk. She was dressed elegantly and had obvious family symbols on her body. It was obvious that she was not lying.

A hint of hesitation flashed through Song Yun's mind.

He knew that every helping hand from the world of immortal cultivation might involve a series of causes and effects.

However, he also understands that sometimes a small decision can bring unexpected rewards in the future.

His eyes flickered back and forth between the female monk and the two male monks, quickly weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

Finally, Song Yun made a decision.

Instead of speeding away directly, he paused in the air, as if considering whether to intervene in the battle.

The two male monks below saw this and showed nervous expressions on their faces.

They didn't know what choice this passing senior would make, but they knew that if this senior decided to intervene, they might die.

There was a glimmer of hope in the female monk's eyes. She stared at Song Yun closely, waiting for his response.

Although she was anxious, she tried to stay calm, hoping that this senior could help her.

Song Yun's eyes finally became firm, and his voice rang out in the air, calm and powerful: "Although I don't like to meddle in other people's business, but now that I have encountered it, I can't just sit back and watch. You two, leave your storage bags behind and leave quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."

After hearing Song Yun's words, the two male cultivators felt fear in their hearts.

They looked at each other, and both of them showed the intention to retreat.

In the world of immortal cultivation, strength is respected, and facing an opponent who is obviously stronger than themselves, they have no chance of winning.

So, they made the decision almost at the same time and rushed in two directions, trying to escape the scene.

When the female cultivator named Yang saw the two male cultivators running away, she became anxious and quickly reminded Song Yun loudly: "Senior, we can't let them escape. They have already stolen my storage bag." Before she finished her words, she had turned into a stream of light and chased after one of the male cultivators.

Her figure shuttled through the woods at an extremely fast speed, but it was obvious that she was already a little overwhelmed.

Song Yun snorted coldly, his spiritual sense had already locked onto the traces of the two male cultivators.

His storage bag moved slightly, and the ethereal sword flew out, with the sword body drawing an elusive trajectory in the air.

The sword seemed to merge with the space, instantly completing a space replacement and appearing directly behind one of the escaping male cultivators.

The speed of the ethereal sword was so fast that the male cultivator had no time to react.

The tip of the sword penetrated his defense and hit the vital point directly.

A scream was heard, and the male cultivator fell to the ground, his life instantly cut off.

Another male cultivator who was escaping was even more terrified when he heard his companions' screams.

He did not dare to stop for even a second and immediately exerted the spiritual power in his body to its maximum. His speed suddenly increased and he quickly distanced himself from the female cultivator who was chasing him from behind.

He knew that his life was hanging by a thread, and the only way to save it was to run as far away as possible.

Seeing this, the female cultivator became even more anxious.

She knew that her speed was not as good as the opponent's, and after a fierce battle, her spiritual power was almost gone.

But she still gritted her teeth and persisted, constantly mobilizing the spiritual power in her body, trying to catch up with the other party.

After Song Yun dealt with a fleeing monk, his eyes were calm, without the slightest hesitation or delay.

He knew that in the world of immortal cultivation, being kind to one's enemies was being cruel to oneself.

He turned to the spirit bird on his shoulder and said, "Go and get the storage bag from the dead monk."

The spirit bird nodded, and immediately spread its wings, turning into a golden lightning and instantly flew towards the fallen male cultivator.

The speed of the spirit bird was astonishingly fast, and it reached its destination almost in the blink of an eye.

The spirit bird moved nimbly and quickly. It took the storage bag off the male cultivator's body with a light hook of its claws, then grabbed the storage bag with its claws and flapped its wings to fly towards Song Yun.

At the same time, Song Yun's figure shook slightly in place. He used the means of space teleportation, and his figure appeared and disappeared in the space. In a few breaths, he caught up with another fleeing male cultivator.

His figure appeared beside the male cultivator like a ghost.

The male cultivator felt a strong sense of crisis and he instinctively wanted to dodge, but Song Yun's movements were too fast and he had no time to react.

Song Yun instantly slapped out with his palm, which contained powerful spiritual power and directly hit the male cultivator's back.

The power of this palm was so great that the male cultivator was blown away like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground.

The male cultivator fell to the ground, spitting out blood several times. His face was pale and his eyes were full of fear.

His body was twitching, and he had obviously been severely injured and no longer had the strength to escape.

He knew that his life was in Song Yun's hands.

Song Yun slowly walked to the side of the male cultivator, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the strong are respected and the weak can only be eliminated.

He looked at the male cultivator coldly, his voice devoid of emotion: "Since you have chosen this path, you should have expected this outcome."

The male cultivator struggled in despair, trying to use his last bargaining chip to protect his life.

His voice was trembling, but he still tried to show a threatening tone, and said to Song Yun: "I am a disciple of Yuxu Sect. Our sect master is a Jindan cultivator. If you dare to kill me, you will not survive."