The sacred tree is about to pass, and the cannon fodder's wish countdown is coming

A solemn and murderous atmosphere surged, and the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be pushed by an invisible giant hand, slowly approaching the earth. The inky black clouds pressed down, and the atmosphere gradually became solemn.

When a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining fights against a cultivator at the Mahayana stage, success or failure is already determined.

Fierce gusts of wind whistled past, like an extremely sharp blade, fiercely cutting through Lu Ciyan's tender cheeks, leaving behind tiny but painful scars.

His thin and petite body was swaying in the strong wind, and he was unable to keep his balance. He involuntarily took several steps back.

The suffocatingly powerful pressure was like a towering mountain reaching into the sky, crashing down and pressing heavily on his shoulders.

As time went on, the pressure became stronger and stronger, constantly squeezing Lu Ciyan's internal organs, causing him unbearable pain.

Lu Ciyan endured the severe pain, his face gradually distorted. Although his legs had begun to tremble and could hardly support the weight of his body, he still gritted his teeth and tried hard not to let his knees touch the ground.

Fu Chen leaned back casually, and the invisible air supported him.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, outlining a playful smile, with a dark purple strange light flowing in his pupils. He looked at Lu Ciyan who was struggling in front of him in a playful manner.

Her white fingertips gently stroked her chin, and she spoke in a long tone, "Little guy, I don't remember offending you, but why are you hostile to me?"

He suddenly leaned closer, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Lu Ciyan took a few steps back in disgust to distance himself from him.

"You are not worthy of my Master!"

"Just...that?" Fu Chen didn't seem to expect this to be the reason, and there was a look of surprise in his pupils under his long eyelashes.

"If I don't like it, I don't like it. What do you care?" After Lu Ciyan roared, he finally couldn't bear the powerful pressure and sat down on the ground.

This is the gap between the Mahayana stage and the fifth level of Qi Refining. The opponent did not have to exert any effort, and was too lazy to even lift a finger to make Lu Ciyan unable to fight back.

Lu Ciyan once again felt the importance of strength. Without strength, he was like a fish on a chopping board or an ant on the ground, unable to fight back.

"You don't need a reason to hate someone, but if you don't have the ability, you have no right to hate me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pressure in the space increased again. Lu Ciyan felt a sweetness in his throat and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Lu Ciyan felt that if he didn't die today, he would be in great trouble. The other party might take his life, but he couldn't die because his master was still waiting for him to return.

He didn't know if his master would be angry if he found out that he had sneaked out.

That shouldn't be the case. Master has always been cold and indifferent...

But Lu Ciyan had no intention of sitting there and waiting to die. He had many treasures in his storage bag, so even if he couldn't win, he could still escape.

But as soon as he had this thought, before he could take action, the pressure in the space suddenly disappeared.

He raised his head and looked at Fu Chen in confusion, guessing that the other party would not let him go so easily and must have other tricks up his sleeve.

Sure enough, the next second, Fu Chen's light voice rang out: "I almost forgot that all the cultivators in your sect have a jade token."

Every disciple has a jade token, one that the disciple carries with him/her and the other is kept in the sect.

As long as the jade token is there, the person is there. If the jade token is broken, it means the disciple has died. The scene before the disciple's death will be recorded so that the sect can seek justice for the dead disciple.

Fu Chen secretly thanked himself for remembering the key thing and not simply killing the person and causing trouble.

However, killing a young cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining is extremely easy. Fu Chen has hundreds of ways to make the other party die without anyone knowing.

But in order to prevent future troubles and not give Lu Ciyan the opportunity to go back and complain to Xing Lan, Fu Chen decided to choose a safer method.

He raised his hand and made a stroke, and a dark crack appeared in the void like cloth.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, but the smile did not reach his eyes. He casually lifted Lu Ciyan's collar, his figure disappeared into it, and in an instant appeared thousands of miles away.

Deep in the dense jungle, two figures, one big and one small, suddenly appeared in mid-air.

Fu Chen's fingertips loosened slightly, and the small figure instantly slipped from mid-air and fell heavily to the ground.

"Enjoy your last days, little one."

"If you don't have the strength in your next life, don't easily reveal your dislike for others. This is the principle I'm teaching you on behalf of your master."

Fu Chen raised his chin slightly, smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes with his fingertips, and then quietly disappeared from the spot.

Lu Ciyan, who fell from mid-air, couldn't help vomiting blood. The white snow was dyed red by the blood. Lu Ciyan felt severe pain all over his body.

He took out a pill from his storage bag with difficulty and put it into his mouth.

The pill took effect instantly, and all the pain in the body disappeared.

He turned over and fell heavily on his back in the snow. The trees that blocked out the sun blocked the sunlight, and only a few patches of blue sky could be seen through the leaves.

He raised his hands to cover his eyes, his fingertips still trembling slightly.

After a long time, the heaving of his chest stopped violently. He slowly stood up and looked around.

This is a dense jungle with extremely tall trees and lush green leaves. Although spring has arrived, the snow on the treetops and branches has not yet melted.

There was a vast expanse of white all around, and it was almost impossible to find the direction.

Lu Ciyan could only walk in one direction based on his feeling, and took out the sound transmission talisman to ask his master for help.

Master will definitely not ignore him.

However, there seemed to be a special magnetic field or formation in this jungle, and his sound transmission notes were intermittent and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Lu Ciyan put away the sound transmission talisman and his expression gradually became solemn.

He didn't know where this place was, but it must be hiding a huge danger, otherwise Fu Chen would never have left him here.

But asking him, a child at the fifth level of Qi Refining, to resist these dangers is simply a pipe dream.

Lu Ciyan once again regretted secretly escaping from the sect.

But he didn't have time to regret for too long. Suddenly, there was a strange noise from the ground, followed by a shaking of the earth, as if a huge monster was approaching.

Without thinking, Lu Ciyan rolled over and hid behind a big tree.

He quietly stuck his head out and saw a snake that was two people tall.

Its entire body was as black as ink, its scales shone with a hard, cold light, and flames seemed to flow in its orange-red vertical pupils.

Lu Ciyan couldn't see through its realm, but it must be not low, because while it moved, many animals were already fleeing hard.

The black snake swallowed several animals covered with spikes that looked like pigs and dogs in one gulp. It was like it was eating at a buffet, taking one bite at a time and only swallowing the food it liked.

Lu Ciyan held his breath and concentrated, finally waiting until the black snake gradually went away and the ground returned to calm.

He exhaled heavily, leaning his back against the tree trunk, the screams of various animals still buzzing in his ears.