Traveling through time to cultivate immortality: a life and death test

Liu Xing fled in panic, even his speedboat swerving crookedly. Song Ming chased him, laughing heartily, constantly harassing Liu Xing's escape route with his magical instruments. Although Liu Xing initially caught them off guard, escaping a distance of three hundred feet in an instant, Song Ming reacted with remarkable agility. As soon as he saw Liu Xing's attempt to flee, he immediately pursued him with his flying sword, simultaneously attacking him with his magic sword, leaving him exhausted.

All of this was, of course, a deliberate act by Liu Xing. As soon as he realized Song Ming's strength, he envisioned trapping him within the formation and then using his magic talisman to annihilate him. However, to compel the enemy into the formation, he needed some maneuvering. So, along the way, he didn't fully activate his assault boats, nor did he bring out more top-grade magical instruments. He simply used his Yunluo umbrella to block the enemy's attacks. At the same time, he activated the Ten Directions Qi Condensation Technique to conceal some of his spiritual energy, causing it to appear increasingly chaotic and weakened. He intended to appear weak and at his wit's end, thus paralyzing the enemy.

Fighting and fleeing all the way, crossing mountains and lakes, half a day passed in a flash. They were getting farther and farther from the market town, closer and closer to the canyon. Liu Xing was like a cockroach, seemingly on the verge of collapse, yet like the indestructible cockroach, he still had a breath left. Song Ming constantly channeled his spiritual energy, desperately attacking Liu Xing, preventing him from fleeing at full speed. His own spiritual energy was also depleting, but victory was within his grasp, and he was unwilling to give up easily.

The light from the Yunluo Umbrella grew dimmer, cracks even appearing on its surface. Even the ultimate magical weapon could no longer withstand the continuous onslaught. Finally, within a large canyon, the Yunluo Umbrella shattered under a blade attack. Liu Xing, drained of his mana, fell from the sky. Panic washed over Liu Xing, his eyes filled with despair.

Although Song Ming was exhausted, he was finally about to win and was very happy. As the saying goes, "strike while you're weak, and kill you!" He rushed forward and was about to finish off the opponent with a single blow.

At that moment, a green haze suddenly enveloped him. He was within effective range to attack Liu Xing with his magic knife. Whether in the air or on the ground, he was within the formation's reach. If he hadn't spotted the formation beforehand and attacked Liu Xing from behind, he would have been trapped. Liu Xing's fall was carefully calculated, and to paralyze his enemy, he had even sacrificed his beloved Yunluo Umbrella, a top-grade magic weapon. Now that his goal was achieved, all the effort was worth it.

Seeing himself trapped by the formation, Song Ming panicked. He used all his strength to attack the light shield with his magic knife. After five or six attempts, he found that the light shield only shook twice and did not break. He knew the attack power of the top-grade magic weapon, and it might take him half a day of continuous attack to break the restriction. Suddenly, he felt depressed. He had capsized in the ditch and fell into the enemy's trap.

He looked outside again, and Liu Xing was no longer in a weak state. The opponent's spiritual power still had a large part left because he had been hiding and dodging, while his own spiritual power had only been left a small part due to the continuous attacks and the blood seclusion he had used before. Although he was at the foundation building stage, his total spiritual power seemed to be inferior to the opponent's. The opponent's acting was too realistic. He just recalled the whole process and there was no flaw at all. At this time, Liu Xing was looking at him as if he was looking at a dead fish. Song Ming felt a chill in his heart. He even suspected that Liu Xing was the reincarnation of some old immortal, and his mind was so deep.

"You still have one chance. Who are you?" Liu Xing asked. He wanted to find out the other party's identity in order to deal with the aftermath of killing him.

"My grandfather is Song Delei, the leader of Xuanyin Sect, and I am Song Ming, the young master of Xuanyin Sect. You'd better let me out immediately, and then voluntarily hand over your soul to serve me as your master, and I can spare your life." Song Ming threatened.

After testing the situation, Song Ming realized that the formation was merely a trap and lacked offensive power, so he was safe. While the barrier was thick, he could definitely break it if he used his magic talisman twice. So, after his initial panic, he had calmed down and was no longer so worried.

Liu Xing pondered silently after hearing Song Ming's introduction. No wonder he possessed so many top-grade magical instruments and such powerful forbidden techniques. He turned out to be the son of a top official or wealthy family. This meant he was highly likely to possess a talisman. Even if he abandoned the formation and fled now, he could only delay the enemy for an hour. He could then use the talisman's power to break free and then come after him. He might even mobilize the Xuanyin Sect's forces to lay a net, leaving him with no escape. Furthermore, once the enemy had fallen for this trick, all his other tricks would be ineffective.

"I see you're quite capable, so I'm thinking of recruiting you. If you follow me, building your foundation and forming your elixir will be no problem in the future." Seeing Liu Xing silent and pondering, Song Ming thought he was worried, so he started to tempt Liu Xing with his future. Although he had a talisman to break the formation, it would also deplete his spiritual power, and he would definitely be weak for a while. In addition, if the opponent abandoned the formation and fled immediately, it would take him an hour to break the restriction. After that, his spiritual power would be insufficient, and he would not be able to catch up all of a sudden, which would be very troublesome. He had to quickly deal with Liu Xing and go back to play with his Qingqing. Thinking of Wei Qingqing's hot body, he was so angry that he wanted to rush back and kill her right there.

"The Xuanyin Sect is the top power here, and with my support, you'll undoubtedly achieve great things in the future. Isn't that a thousand times better than being a casual cultivator like you? My patience is limited, so make a decision quickly." Song Ming continued to chatter, trying to persuade Liu Xing to surrender. Liu Xing, however, repeatedly weighed the pros and cons and the consequences of killing him. As for surrender, that was out of the question. He had already severely offended him, so how could he possibly give him another chance? If he released him, he would immediately suffer a fate worse than death. Did he really think he was an inexperienced child?

"Haven't you thought about it yet? Do you really think I don't have the ability to break the ban? Look at this." Seeing that the other party seemed to be moving, Song Ming decided to give him a finishing blow, completely breaking his psychological defenses. He took out a talisman with the faint shadow of a black flag on it. It was a talisman. He looked at Liu Xing triumphantly, thinking, "Now you should surrender."

"Oh no!" Liu Xing seemed to suddenly remember something, and was horrified. He immediately sat down cross-legged, released his spiritual sense, and explored the distance.