God Destroying Pearl

Jiang Donghe regretted his rash behavior, but now he was in a difficult situation.

Song Yun looked at Jiang Donghe and the others in panic, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he said lightly:

"Since you want the storage bag back, then exchange it with yours."

Although Jiang Donghe was extremely unwilling, he knew that resistance was futile in the face of Song Yun's powerful strength.

Helplessly, Jiang Donghe had to grit his teeth and signal to the disciples behind him.

All the Beihan Sect disciples, including Yang Tianba, handed over their storage bags reluctantly.

Song Yun waved his hand and put the storage bags into his pocket, then waved his hand and said:

"You can leave now."

Jiang Donghe and others felt as if they had been pardoned. They did not dare to stay for another second and turned away in shame.

Looking at the embarrassed backs of Jiang Donghe and the others as they left, Song Yun did not feel too much emotion in his heart, he just shook his head slightly.

Afterwards, Song Yun restrained his breath, returned to his previous calm appearance, and continued walking towards the city gate.

After Jiang Biehe and his companions were completely away from Song Yun.

Jiang Biehe stood still on the street, shaking with anger. He cast a gloomy look at Yang Tianba, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and shouted angrily:

"Asshole! What the hell is going on? Didn't you swear that he was only at the early stage of the Golden Core? How come he has become the late stage of the Golden Core now! Do you know that because of your wrong judgment, our Beihan Sect has lost face in Yinxue City today!"

Yang Tianba was so frightened that his legs went weak.

With a plop, he almost fell to his knees.

Yang Tianba's face turned pale, and he said in a trembling voice:

"Master, I... I really don't know what's going on! The last time he attacked, he was indeed only at the early stage of the Golden Core. I never thought that after such a short time, he would break through to the late stage of the Golden Core. Master, I... I deserve to die!"

As he said that, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard, and a bright red palm print instantly appeared on his face.

Jiang Biehe suppressed his anger, snorted coldly, a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes, and said:

"Hmph, now that things have come to this, it's no use just blaming yourself. You should go to the Liu family in Yinxue City immediately and ask them to compensate Beihan Clan for the losses they suffered this time!"

Yang Tianba looked embarrassed and said stammeringly:

"Master, what if they don't agree?"

Jiang Biehe glared with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and said through gritted teeth:

"Humph, if they refuse, just tell them clearly that I, Jiang Biehe, will come to their house to 'have a chat' in person. I want to see if the Liu family has the guts to reject the request of the Beihan Clan!"

Yang Tianba's heart trembled, and he nodded hurriedly and said:

"Yes, Master! I will do it right away and will definitely fulfill my mission!"

After saying that, he didn't dare to stay for another second. He turned around and ran hurriedly towards the direction of the Liu family in Yinxue City in despair. His back looked extremely embarrassed.

Jiang Biehe looked at Yang Tianba's departing back, the anger in his heart still lingering.

He clenched his fists and swore secretly that he would not be a gentleman if he did not take revenge.

At this moment, on the streets of Yinxue City, the people of Beihan Sect looked dejected and received strange looks from passers-by.

Jiang Biehe felt as if countless needles were pricking his face, and the hatred in his heart grew stronger.

Five days later...

In a silvery white world.

Following the map in his hand, Song Yun flew towards Yaoxue City where Wang Tianbao was at lightning speed.

He was dressed in a black robe, with his long black hair tied behind his head, dancing freely in the wind, setting off his resolute face.

At this moment, Song Yun's figure was agile, like a black meteor, streaking across the vast sky.

Just as Song Yun was flying rapidly in the air, a burst of fierce shouting and killing suddenly came from the front.

The sound penetrated the biting cold wind and reached his ears clearly.

Song Yun's heart trembled, and he immediately slowed down and approached the source of the sound cautiously.

As Song Yun gradually approached, the scene in front of him came into his sight.

It turned out that there were five or six monks in white clothes, who were aggressively surrounding and killing a middle-aged man in black clothes.

Among this group of white-robed monks, the one with the highest cultivation level was a middle-aged man.

He had a square face and sharp eyes. He was wearing a white robe that fluttered in the wind. He had a belt inlaid with blue gems around his waist. He exuded the powerful aura of a person who had reached the peak of his foundation.

The other white-robed monks were in the late to early stages of foundation building. They all had serious expressions, holding magic weapons tightly in their hands, and surrounded the middle-aged man in black.

The middle-aged man in black who was being chased had an upright figure, a resolute face, and a stubborn look in his eyes.

His cultivation had also reached the great perfection of foundation building, and at this moment he was watching the white-robed monks around him vigilantly.

The middle-aged man in black shouted angrily at the middle-aged man in white who was leading the group:

"Gao Qifeng, you guys are so good at killing me alone, if you can, fight me one-on-one!"

The middle-aged man in white, called Gao Qifeng, sneered, his eyes full of disdain, and said:

"How dare you sneak into my Ice and Snow Sect? Don't even think about escaping!"

Only then did Song Yun realize that this group of white-robed monks were from the Ice and Snow Sect.

The middle-aged man in black quickly formed seals with his hands, then shouted at the people surrounding him.

"Swords rain down!"

In an instant, the sky was filled with bright light, and countless long swords formed by spiritual power poured down like a rainstorm, smashing hard towards the white-robed monks.

Upon seeing this, the faces of the white-robed monks around suddenly changed. They cast spells and retreated, trying their best to resist this fierce attack.

After seeing the moves made by the middle-aged man in black, Song Yun thought to himself:

Is this the “Ten Thousand Swords Technique” of the Divine Sword Sect?

When the middle-aged man in black saw the people surrounding him retreating, he took the opportunity to fly forward on his sword, and the direction he fled happened to be the direction Song Yunlai came from.

The middle-aged man in black was startled when he saw the figure standing in the distance.

When he saw that the person coming was Song Yun, he was surprised:

"Song Yun?"

Song Yun looked at the middle-aged man in black, his face looked familiar, and he confirmed carefully:

"Are you Kuitian from the Divine Sword Sect?"

Song Yun recalled that the difference in their cultivation levels was not too great. At that time, they were both just fledglings in the world of immortal cultivation and they had even fought each other.

Unexpectedly, when they met again, their cultivation levels had become so different.

In the spirit of "less trouble is worse than more", Song Yun didn't want to get involved in Kuitian's affairs.

However, Gao Qifeng of the Bingxue Sect brought his men to quickly surround Song Yun and Kui Tian from a distance again.

Gao Qifeng looked at Kui Tian with cold eyes and said:

“Kuitian, I didn’t expect you to have helpers, but you still can’t escape today.”

Kuitian said to Song Yun anxiously:

"Song Yun, how about we join forces to kill them?"

Song Yun looked at Kui Tian with a calm expression and said:

"Why should I help you?"

Kuitian's expression changed instantly, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and he said:

"you......."

Then he seemed to remember something, a sly look flashed in his eyes, and he continued:

"You probably don't know yet that your senior sister was captured by the Ice and Snow Sect, right?"

Song Yun was horrified, his eyes full of anxiety, and said:

"What did you say? My senior sister was arrested?"

Kuitian nodded and said:

"Of course, the fact that I was being hunted down by the people from the Ice and Snow Sect was also related to the capture of your senior sister."

Song Yun was extremely anxious and said:

"what happened?"

Kui Tian looked at the people from the Ice and Snow Sect who were watching him eagerly, and said to Song Yun:

"Let's deal with them first."

Song Yun snorted coldly.

"Humph!"

The voice carried an endless chill, instantly releasing the terrifying pressure of the late Jindan stage.

This pressure was like an invisible mountain, instantly covering the entire surrounding space.

The people in the air, including Kui Tian, ​​felt an overwhelming force rushing towards them.

Their bodies seemed to be grabbed by an invisible giant hand, and they instantly fell from the flying swords in the air, falling rapidly towards the ground.

Only then did Kui Tian notice that Song Yun was actually standing in mid-air, and a feeling of fear surged in his heart.

Several people screamed in terror instantly.

"what......"

The sound was particularly harsh in the silent snow.

When the few people were about to land on the ground, Song Yun shot out a stream of spiritual power like lightning, gently supporting them and allowing them to land safely on the ground.

Song Yun then flashed and stood firmly on the snow, but he did not withdraw his pressure.

Under the powerful spiritual pressure of Song Yun, several people were like being fixed by a spell and could not move at all.

Kuitian looked at Song Yun with a surprised look on his face, and stammered:

"Senior Song...Senior Song, you...you have broken through to the Golden Core Stage?"

At this moment, Kuitian had mixed feelings. He was shocked by Song Yun's strength, but he was also secretly glad that he could use Song Yun's power to get out of the current predicament.

Song Yun swept his cold eyes over the surrounding Ice and Snow Sect monks, and finally landed on Kui Tian, ​​saying:

"Kui Tian, ​​you'd better explain everything clearly, otherwise..."

Song Yun didn't continue talking, but the cold look in his eyes made Kui Tian's heart shudder.