Mythical Cultivation

At this moment, how could Shen Zhiyuan and the other three miss such a good opportunity?

How could they let this "dog in the water" escape so easily? The flying swords in the hands of the three men flew away like meteors, carrying a sharp sword energy, slashing straight towards the old man!

However, unlike Shen Zhiyuan and the other two, Wu Ming did not use the magical sword light splitting technique again.

He calmly commanded the Qingxiao Sword and launched an attack together with Shen Zhiyuan and the other two.

At the same time, he quickly took out several spirit stones from his arms and began to absorb the spiritual energy in them without hesitation to restore his lost true essence.

These two attacks were quite exhausting for Wu Ming.

Nearly one third of the true energy in his body was drained away in an instant. Combined with the true energy consumed in the previous battle, the true energy in his body was less than half at this time.

Faced with such a situation, he knew that he had to recover his true energy first before he could continue to deal with the next battle.

"Humph!"

Seeing this, the old man from the Blood Demon Sect couldn't help but snort coldly.

He cursed inwardly, "How dare these people be so willing to spend so much money? Do they really want to keep me here?"

However, he changed his mind and said, "Forget it. Today's plan has obviously failed. I'm afraid I won't gain anything by continuing to pester them. It's better to save my own life first and then find an opportunity to seek revenge in the future!"

He widened his eyes and looked at the group of cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage in front of him with disbelief, and the disbelief in his heart surged like a tide.

He, a cultivator at the peak of the foundation-building stage, actually suffered such a tragic defeat at the hands of these people who were obviously weaker than him. This really made him feel extremely angry and frustrated.

However, despite the turbulent waves in his heart, he suppressed his anger and did not let his emotions completely get out of control.

He knew very well that in this situation, losing his mind would only put him in a more dangerous situation.

The other side has a large number of people and also has various precious treasures as support. Their strength should not be underestimated.

To confront it head-on would undoubtedly be like hitting a rock with an egg and would only bring suffering upon oneself.

What's more, this is the enemy's base camp. Who can guarantee that they don't have other reinforcements hiding in the dark?

Once he exhausted his physical strength and true energy in the fight with these four people, and the enemy reinforcements suddenly appeared, the consequences would be unimaginable.

By then, I would probably be doomed and become a laughing stock after my death.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take a breath, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He secretly felt fortunate that although the fatal attack from Wu Ming and the others was incredibly powerful, fortunately his self-defense magic weapon was extremely sturdy, and coupled with the multiple defensive spells he temporarily cast, he was able to barely withstand this terrifying attack.

Otherwise, he would probably be seriously injured or even dead.

The current situation is extremely unfavorable to him. He knows very well that he is definitely no match for Wu Ming and his four companions.

Continuing to delay will only make your situation more and more difficult and eventually end up in a tragic situation.

At the same time, the old man quickly glanced at the monks in the sect out of the corner of his eye.

He couldn't help but feel sad because he found that only half of the monks were able to maintain their combat capabilities, and these people were being besieged by numerous enemies. It seemed that their defeat was only a matter of time.

Faced with such a situation, the old man knew that he could no longer have any expectations of them.

After all, with such a huge disparity in power, it is almost impossible to rely on these exhausted monks to turn the tide of the battle.

However, just when he felt desperate, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

Since I can't rely on others, why not use these people? Let them use their last bit of energy to help the elders of the sect leave!

Thinking of this, the old man made a secret decision in his heart.

He decided to use these people as the last bargaining chip to buy him more time and opportunities.

So, he quickly used the sound transmission technique to transmit his voice to the ears of every Blood Demon Sect cultivator who was still struggling: "Everyone, please hold on for a while. Once my true energy recovers, I will use my trump card.

By then, I will be able to lead everyone to defeat these self-proclaimed righteous people in one fell swoop and wipe them out completely! And the spoils of war will be divided equally among us!"

This voice was like a flash of lightning, breaking through the haze in the hearts of the Blood Evil Sect monks.

When they saw the elder injured, they had lost all hope in today's battle and only wanted to escape.

But when he heard that the elder had another trump card and promised to split the spoils equally, he suddenly became energetic and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

"The elder actually has a trump card? I was wondering how an elder at the peak of the foundation building stage could be defeated so easily!" These Blood Demon Sect monks who were covered in wounds couldn't help but think in their hearts.

Not only that, the spoils had to be divided equally!

This was an unprecedented event for the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect.

You know, in the past, they had to hand over half of the spoils they had worked so hard to obtain to the sect. How could they have such a good thing?

More importantly, this old man is the elder of the sect!

Now that he has spoken, how dare the disciples in the sect not do as he is told?

If the elders cause trouble for them afterwards, they can only blame themselves for their bad luck and will not be able to fight back at all!

After weighing the pros and cons, most of the remaining seven Blood Demon Sect monks decided to follow the old man's orders.

So, they all used their unique skills and tried their best to get rid of the opponents in front of them.

Then, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, it pounced straight towards Wu Ming and the other three. Its purpose was nothing more than to buy the elder more time so that the elder could recover as soon as possible.

However, this is not the whole story.

Among these Blood Evil Sect cultivators, there are still one or two Blood Evil Sect cultivators who stand out from the crowd.

It was obvious that they had seen through the elder's conspiracy. He clearly wanted to use them, his disciples, to cover his retreat, and he even said it in such a high-sounding way.

They did not impulsively stop Wu Ming and his four companions' attack on the old man like others did, but instead cleverly dragged their opponents back.

He moved slowly towards the edge of the battlefield without saying a word, as if he was thinking of something else.

Although the remaining monks of the Blood Evil Sect knew that their situation was difficult, they did not give up resistance and still wanted to buy time for the elders.

They tried their best and engaged in a fierce battle with Wu Ming and his four companions, which gave the old man a few precious breaths of time to recover his true energy.

In this short period of time, Wu Ming and his four companions mercilessly killed two cultivators from the Blood Evil Sect.