God Destroying Pearl

When the first ray of morning light penetrated the treetops and gently brushed Song Yun's face, he slowly opened his eyes.

After a good night's rest, his eyes sparkled with unprecedented brightness and vitality, as if he could see through the subtle details of everything in the world.

Standing up, Song Yun gently stretched his muscles and bones, and felt relaxed all over, as if every cell in his body was full of energy.

As Song Yun's mind moved, an invisible force surged out from between his eyebrows.

At this moment, he was pleasantly surprised to find that after a night of sufficient rest and nourishment from nature, his spiritual awareness had actually made a qualitative leap.

The spiritual sense that could only barely perceive the surrounding area within a dozen meters, now surged out like a tide, easily covering a vast area of ​​20 meters around.

He knew very well what the improvement of spiritual awareness meant to a cultivator.

It is not just an improvement in perception ability, but also a deep insight into and control of the surrounding environment.

With this power, he will have more advantages and unlimited possibilities in his future cultivation.

After eating some dry food in the tree hole, Song Yun took a deep breath of fresh air and walked out of the tree hole.

Continuing to walk in the forest, Song Yun saw that the trees around him were getting taller and taller.

At this moment, a strange fruity fragrance quietly entered his nose. It was a breath of freshness and mellowness that he had never experienced before.

Following the scent, Song Yun pushed aside the bushes in front of him, and suddenly the view in front of him opened up - in a hidden small open space, several exotic fruit trees were full of golden fruits, sparkling in the sunlight. Those were the golden jade fruits mentioned in ancient books.

According to ancient records, the Golden Jade Fruit can not only enhance the physical strength of a warrior, but also has the miraculous effect of harmonizing qi and blood and consolidating cultivation. It is an extremely rare spiritual fruit.

Just as Song Yun was filled with joy, and his fingertips lightly touched the golden jade fruit that was gleaming with golden light and exuding an alluring aroma, ready to put it into his pocket, a sudden scolding came like a bolt from the blue, instantly breaking the tranquility and joy.

"Boy, stop right there!" The voice was filled with unquestionable majesty and ruthlessness, as if Song Yun would suffer unpredictable consequences if he made the slightest move.

He looked up suddenly and saw two monks in fiery red robes with fluttering sleeves walking towards him at a rapid pace not far away.

Some of them were fat, some were thin, with arrogance and disdain on their faces, and greed flashing in their eyes. They were obviously attracted by the golden jade fruit.

"If you put down the Golden Jade Fruit obediently, our Fiery Flame Sect may be able to spare your life." One of the thin monks sneered, his tone full of threats.

His fingers gently stroked the long sword hanging at his waist. The sword flashed coldly in the sunlight, revealing bursts of cold murderous aura.

"Huh, I didn't expect to encounter golden jade fruit in such a remote place. God must be helping me!" One of the fat monks laughed, with greed flashing in his eyes.

"Yes, brother, if we bring these golden jade fruits back to the sect, we will definitely be appreciated by the elders." Another thin monk echoed, with anticipation in his eyes.

As they talked, they quickened their pace, obviously eager to take the Golden Jade Fruit for themselves.

Song Yun's brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were as sharp as torches, quickly sweeping over the two Fiery Flame Sect monks, and quickly calculating the strength comparison between the two sides in his mind.

"One is at the twelfth level of Qi Refining, and the other is at the peak of the eleventh level of Qi Refining. I am not powerless to fight." Song Yun thought to himself.

"Hmph, you want the Golden Jade Fruit? That depends on whether you have the ability to do so." Song Yun snorted coldly, his tone also full of indomitable spirit and determination.

At the same time, he secretly clenched his fists, and the spiritual power in his body began to surge slowly, ready to respond to possible battles at any time.

With a cold laugh from the fat monk, "You're looking for death!" His body suddenly moved, like an enraged tiger, and pounced towards Song Yun with a force that could not be ignored.

His fist was wrapped with fiery spiritual power, drawing fiery red waves in the air. It was obvious that he wanted to use his advantage of being at the twelfth level of Qi Refining to subdue Song Yun with one blow.

Faced with this sudden attack, Song Yun did not show any panic.

He nimbly dodged the fat monk's fist by moving his body to the side. At the same time, he tapped the ground with his right foot and retreated several steps, thus putting some distance between himself and the opponent.

At this moment, another thin monk was not willing to be left behind. A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and his figure flashed, and he appeared on Song Yun's flank like a ghost.

The long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Song Yun's throat. He obviously wanted to take the opportunity to take Song Yun's life.

Faced with being attacked from both sides, Song Yun felt a chill in his heart, but he appeared calmer on the surface.

He knew very well that in this situation, any negligence could lead to a complete loss.

Therefore, he quickly adjusted his breathing and circulated the spiritual power in his body to the extreme, preparing to deal with the attacks of the two monks at the same time.

He moved again, shuttling between the two men like a dragon, cleverly avoiding the sword of the thin monk. At the same time, he punched out, colliding with the fat monk's fist with a loud "bang".

The spiritual powers of the two people collided in the air, stirring up circles of spiritual power fluctuations visible to the naked eye, causing the entire forest to tremble.

After this attack, the fat monk's face changed slightly. It was obvious that he did not expect Song Yun to have such strength.

The thin monk also took the opportunity to distance himself from Song Yun, staring at him vigilantly, not daring to attack him rashly again.

"Hmph, you have some skills, but you still can't escape death today!" The fat monk snorted coldly and attacked Song Yun again.

The thin monk followed closely behind, and the two of them surrounded Song Yun, one on the left and one on the right.

At the moment of the collision of physical bodies, Song Yun clearly felt the powerful impact brought by the opponent's physical body of the twelfth level of Qi Refining. It was a pure crushing force that made him secretly marvel.

So, Song Yun shook his numb fist and took out the magic sword without hesitation. The sword was light and emitted a faint cold light. It was the weapon that he relied on for the Qingfeng sword technique that he practiced carefully every day.

Facing the joint attack of the two Fiery Flame Sect monks, he took a deep breath and perfectly integrated his spiritual power with his swordsmanship. His body moved as light and agile as willow catkins in the wind.

The Qingfeng sword technique emphasizes "using softness to overcome hardness, and using speed to overcome slowness". Song Yun has profound attainments in sword techniques, and at this moment he has demonstrated his skills to the fullest.

Relying on the flexibility of his sword skills, he shuttled between the attacks of the two monks, sometimes lightly tapping the tip of his sword to dissolve the opponent's attack; sometimes, the sword light was like a weave, forcing the opponent to retreat again and again.

In a close fight with the thin monk, Song Yun instantly activated the space replacement method, and the magic sword in his hand was as fast as lightning, passing through the space and piercing his chest.

The thin monk had no time to react to this attack and was pierced by the magic sword, with blood gushing out.

"Junior brother!" The fat monk's eyes were red with anger when he saw this. He roared angrily, and his hatred towards Song Yun reached its peak.

He knew very well that if he didn't get rid of Song Yun today, he would have a hard time explaining to the sect.

So, he no longer held back, and the spiritual power in his body boiled over, pouring towards Song Yun like a volcanic eruption, and the attack became more ferocious and violent.

But Song Yun was not afraid of this. Instead, he responded more calmly.