Fantasy: I Have a Max-Level Immortal Emperor Account

Chapter 103 Slaying the Ghost Python, the Holy Son's Trail!

Thundercloud Insect Valley.

A dazzling blue arc of electricity flickered continuously on the giant lightning tree nestled among the mountains, while beneath the tree lay a dense mass of gray mist soul power, which countless low-level insect monsters devoured wantonly.

Amidst the majestic mountains, a nearly thirty-foot-long black-scaled python slithered and flew by, its body radiating ghostly energy. Even from hundreds of meters away, one could almost sense the chilling aura emanating from the black python.

call!

The sound of something cutting through the air echoed in the void, bringing with it gusts of wind.

If you look closely, you can even see that the black-scaled python seems to be holding a pale gold token in its mouth, and the token is even slightly gleaming.

Stab it!

As the giant black-scaled python passed by a thunderous tree, the powerful lightning energy, like sharp scimitars, shattered large sections of its scales, scattering countless drops of dark blood.

Even though the black-scaled python was covered in wounds, it did not react at all. It simply carried the pale gold token in its mouth and kept flying forward, as if it were being controlled by someone.

Sudden.

A streak of light flashed through the void and arrived on the black-scaled python in an instant.

A young man wearing a golden sun robe emerged from the light, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a slightly resolute expression on his face.

Lin Xuan looked down at the black-scaled python flying below.

Nickname: Yellow Spring Python

Race: Half-Demon

Level: First level of Nascent Soul Realm

Status: Dead

"kindness?"

"It's a dead python!"

A look of surprise appeared in Lin Xuan's eyes.

At the same time, Lin Xuan raised his right hand, and an identity token appeared in his palm. The light on the token flickered exceptionally quickly.

Then, Lin Xuan's sharp, eagle-like gaze locked onto the identity token in the mouth of the black-scaled python.

"Roar!"

Lin Xuan took a step forward, and thousands of python-dragon cells within his body roared in unison, carrying tremendous force as they slammed down on the black-scaled python's head, which was as large as a small house.

However, the black-scaled python remained unmoved by Lin Xuan's attacks.

With a force of tens of millions of pounds, Lin Xuan's fist was enveloped in the force of the fist, like a violent hurricane, slamming hard into the head of the black-scaled python.

Bang!

A huge, muffled thud resounded as the python's head was smashed into pieces. Large chunks of flesh, like a rapidly falling stone, slammed wildly onto the ground, producing a series of muffled thuds.

Lin Xuan raised his hand and waved it, a very strong pulling force emanating from his right hand, pulling the Holy Son identity token into his hand.

"The identity token is correct; it seems this ghost python is being controlled by someone!"

Lin Xuan looked at the falling pieces of flesh below and made a judgment.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Xuan sent a message using his identity token.

Message: The identity token of the Holy Son of Qianlei has been lost and taken to the outer area by a ghost python controlled by someone. The location displayed on the identity token of the Holy Son of Qianlei is of no use to any disciples from the Nine Heavens Holy Land who come to provide support!

Lin Xuan casually waved his hand, sealing away the identity token of the Holy Son of Qian Lei.

At the same time, Lin Xuan sensed another soul power aura on this identity token, besides the Ghost Python. If Lin Xuan had not already mastered the Great Ghost Control Technique, he would never have been able to detect it!

Lin Xuan manipulated the Great Ghost Control Technique, and with a casual pinch, countless tiny soul energies on the identity token of the Holy Son of Qianlei condensed into a thin line of soul energy as thin as a hair. The line was green in color, and although it had a slightly cold aura, it possessed a mysterious and unpredictable power that seemed to be able to influence divine consciousness.

Lin Xuan guessed that the other soul power on this identity token was likely acquired by Qian Lei Shengzi during his battle with his enemies.

This is a very valuable clue!

Lin Xuan broke off one-third of the strand of soul power from the hair, and then took out a tracking talisman, integrating the power from the severed hair into it.

He wanted to use the power of the talisman to try and find a life form with this soul power aura within a radius of ten thousand miles.

Clearly, the Breath-Tracking Talisman remained perfectly calm.

And right now.

A message suddenly appeared in his identity token.

Twenty thousand miles north of Lin Xuan, near the inner area of ​​Thundercloud Insect Valley, two core disciples of the Nine Heavens Holy Land are being besieged by a Nascent Soul Realm demon and dozens of other Nascent Soul Realm demons, and are sending out a request for reinforcements!

Lin Xuan was startled.

With dragon wings unfurled on its back, it flew northward.

at this time.

On the edge of the inner region of Thundercloud Insect Valley, there is a towering, undulating mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles.

The giant thunder trees atop the mountain range are each nearly twenty feet tall, several times larger than some of the thunder trees on the outer perimeter. Brilliant azure lightning bolts weave through the thunder trees, sometimes even striking the soul-devouring insect monsters to death.

Right at the foot of this mountain range.

The sounds of fighting were clearly audible, echoing beneath the vast mountains.

Within a towering forest of thunderous giant trees, two sharp, azure sword lights streaked across the sky like two falling meteors.

Behind the two sword lights.

Dozens of thick, dark ghostly mists, like a black cloud, were chasing the two sword lights ahead at extremely high speed, and the distance between them was gradually closing.

The fleeing cyan sword light belonged to Qin Feng and Qin Yun, two core disciples of the Nine Heavens Holy Land. Both were sword cultivators at the first level of the Nascent Soul Realm. When the Holy Son of Qian Lei sent out a distress signal, the two, who were on a mission near the Thundercloud Insect Valley, rushed over to investigate the valley.

But they had a stroke of luck and encountered the evil monsters in Thundercloud Insect Valley!

Although the two were the strongest sword cultivators in terms of offensive power, they were no match for the sheer number of their opponents, one of whom was a Nascent Soul Realm demon who was a whole level above them!

Qin Yun, one of the two, was injured by the Nascent Soul General ghost in the previous battle. If it weren't for a few pills supporting him, he probably wouldn't have been able to use his escape technique and would have died tragically at the hands of that Nascent Soul Ghost King.

"Qin Yun, I have a few Rejuvenation Pills here, take them quickly!"

Dressed in a purple robe, Qin Feng took out three top-grade Rejuvenation Pills from his storage bag and spoke with a slightly anxious expression to Qin Yun, whose escape light was beginning to sway.

At this moment, Qin Yun, who was also dressed in a purple robe, was deathly pale.

His lips were purple, and his purple robe was wounded by three sharp claws. Wisps of clearly visible corrosive white smoke rose up, and a highly corrosive force was raging within his body.

It has completely destroyed and severed all the meridians in his chest.

At the same time, Qin Yun also felt his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred, and even Qin Feng's voice from the side was somewhat indistinct when it reached his ears.

"Qin Yun!! Qin Yun!!"

Qin Feng, who was standing to the side, held three Rejuvenation Pills in his hand and called out urgently to Qin Yun.

But Qin Yun did not respond.

When Qin Feng anxiously turned around, his pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had seen something that terrified him…