Mythical Cultivation

Now he just wanted to catch the escaped kid, torture him a little, vent his hatred, and then use his blood to heal his wounds. Therefore, he did not notice that when the colorful talisman exploded, a purple bullet rushed in.

By the time he realized the danger, it was too late. With a loud bang, the Sky Thunder Child exploded less than ten feet away from him, instantly shattering the two layers of curved light shield that had not yet dissipated, and the aftermath rushed towards his body.

He only temporarily added a layer of curved light shield, but it was not very effective. After just one breath, the curved light shield was shattered. He threw out two intermediate magic tools, but they were also blown away by the explosion of the Tianleizi. In the end, the lightning of the Tianleizi explosion still hit him.

The area within a hundred feet around the middle-aged man was filled with the aftermath of the explosion. All the trees and rocks were gone, and even the ground was a foot lower. This was the scene after the explosion of Tianlei Zi.

Even Wu Ming, who had already flown nearly a thousand meters, felt the aftermath of the explosion. A wave of air nearly knocked him off his flying sword. But Wu Ming didn't dare look back, and he focused on escaping. He knew that a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage wouldn't die so easily, and he didn't even think about picking up heads or bags.

Just a few breaths after the explosion, Wu Ming had already flown thousands of meters away, and he heard a roar from behind him.

"Just wait for me, youngster. If I catch you, I'll make sure you're neither alive nor dead."

The camera returned to the site of the explosion, and saw a miserable humanoid creature walking out of the explosion. His clothes were torn, his body was covered in blood, one arm disappeared without a trace, and he was spitting blood as he walked.

The green-scaled snake in the cave was also frightened by the power, and hurried out of the cave, only to see the miserable middle-aged man. Then it was scolded again, and then it took the middle-aged man back to the cave to heal.

Wu Ming ignored the middle-aged man's scolding and instead flew away on his flying sword. He did not dare to head towards Yunlong Village, for fear of leading the middle-aged man into the village, which would be a disaster for Yunlong Village.

After an incense stick of time, Wu Ming had already fled dozens of miles. He didn't know if this place was safe anymore, but his Zhen Yuan was running low. With no other options, Wu Ming fell to the ground, found a place to hide, and then recovered his Zhen Yuan.

After the previous battle, the true energy in his body was less than half, and after flying such a long distance on the sword, the true energy in his body was almost exhausted, so Wu Ming had to stop and restore his true energy.

And in a place unknown to the two of them, there was a middle-aged man with a white face and no beard, wearing a black long gown with a red fire pattern embroidered on the collar. The collar reached below the ears and was split in the middle, revealing the layers of clothes inside. The same color brocade was tied on the outer robe. For some reason, there was a hint of nobility mixed in with this heroic look.

This person was flying low and slow on a dark green flying sword, seemingly searching for something. Suddenly, a communication talisman flew towards him from a distance. He received the message, which brought a smile to his face. He turned the flying sword and quickly flew in another direction, the direction where Wu Ming and the middle-aged man were fighting.

This person was none other than Pan Ning, an inner sect disciple of the Qingyun Sect stationed in Changxin County. A month prior, he had received a tip from a fellow disciple that Yin Lenghai, a true disciple of the Xuesha Sect, had arrived in Changxin County. After a period of investigation, he finally tracked down Yin Lenghai and, after a fierce battle, nearly captured him.

Unfortunately, Yin Lenghai used a secret blood explosion technique of the Blood Demon Sect to forcibly increase his strength by three levels. In addition, he gave up several high-level magic weapons and finally escaped from Pan Ning. However, this person was also seriously injured and only one tenth of his strength remained. Pan Ning was tracking Yin Lenghai's whereabouts and preparing to kill him completely.

The Blood Demon Sect was a second-rate faction in Qingjiang County, affiliated with the demonic sect. Had it not been for its support from the Netherworld Sect, it would have been annihilated by the Qingyun Sect long ago. As a true disciple of the Blood Demon Sect, Yin Lenghai, known for his massacres and other evil deeds, had long been on the Qingyun Sect's to-do list. So, upon learning that Yin Lenghai had arrived at his base, Pan Ning naturally sought to eradicate his evil and, to this day, hadn't given up on tracking him down.

He even turned down a mission assigned to him by the sect, which was to investigate missing people in a village under the jurisdiction of Changxin County, just to capture Yin Lenghai as soon as possible.

When Yin Lenghai first fled, he was able to track him down every few days, but in the past half month, he rarely tracked down Yin Lenghai's whereabouts. He almost thought that Yin Lenghai had left Changxin County and even had the idea of ​​giving up.

However, today he received a message that there was a battle between Foundation Establishment cultivators in an area less than a hundred miles away from Yunlong Village. This did not move him, but the message said that one of them was suspected of practicing the Blood Evil Sect's skills. This also made him think of Yin Lenghai. He hoped that he would not be disappointed this time. However, he had some doubts in his mind about who had fought with Yin Lenghai. He didn't know if it was a fellow disciple of Qingyun Sect. But when he arrived at the place, he would know the answer.

Just as Wu Ming was recovering his true energy, Yin Lenghai finally caught up. A few dozen miles was a mere stick of incense for a Foundation Establishment cultivator. If he hadn't treated his injuries first, he would have caught up with Wu Ming long ago. However, he had already marked Wu Ming with tracking methods during their fight, so he took his time to treat his injuries before pursuing Wu Ming.

However, he did not dare to be careless this time. He had just been tricked by this young man and had recovered some of his injuries. However, after the explosion of a heavenly thunder, all the healing efforts for more than half a month were in vain.

Even though his hatred for Wu Ming was no less than his hatred for Pan Ning, he did not dare to underestimate this young man. Who knew if he still had something like the Heavenly Thunder Seed?

So he was much more cautious this time. After finding Wu Ming, he didn't dare to go straight up to him. Instead, he stopped two hundred meters away from where Wu Ming was hiding. Then he pulled out a mid-grade flying sword from his storage bag and slashed towards where Wu Ming was hiding.

Wu Ming, who was recovering his true energy, suddenly felt something was wrong. Before his brain issued any order, his body had already taken action and rolled to the side.

Just as Wu Ming had just left the spot, a flying sword slashed at the place where he had just crossed his knees, directly cutting a mark one foot deep and nearly ten feet long on the ground. The escaping sword energy also caused several wounds on his body, and blood flowed out. If this sword had hit his body, he would probably be cut in half.

Wu Ming stood up, sweating coldly. This was like walking through the gates of hell. Foundation Establishment cultivators were indeed not to be underestimated. Even with his full strength, he couldn't possibly possess such power. Having just escaped the middle-aged man's clutches, he had begun to look down on Foundation Establishment cultivators. Now, reality had returned.

"Boy, you are very good. You actually made my injury, which had just recovered a little, worse. I will not hold back this time. Let's see how many moves you can hold out in my hands." The middle-aged man, Yin Lenghai, said coldly.

After hearing what the middle-aged man said, Wu Ming realized that the middle-aged man was already injured, and he had not used his full strength in the previous battle, which was why he was caught off guard. Now that others were about to attack with all their strength, how could he stop them?