"It looks like I'm going to disappoint my seniors!" Aramadi suddenly smiled weirdly.

"Huh?" The middle-aged Taoist priest's expression changed, and he stretched out his hand to wipe it around his waist, and the bronze bell that shimmered with earthy yellow light instantly suspended above his head.

At the same time, his figure exploded, and in the blink of an eye, he had retreated dozens of meters away from the desolate road.

All this is a long story, but in fact, it only happened in a blink of an eye, and when the middle-aged Taoist priest looked at it intently, there was no trace of desolation in the light mask.

As if feeling something, the middle-aged Taoist priest looked up into the distance, and a figure turned into a streamer and fled.

The middle-aged Taoist priest stared angrily at the direction in which the figure was fleeing, and said in astonishment: "You can fly with a weapon during the Qi refining period?" I really underestimated this kid, I should have known that he had the means to save his life!"

He stomped his foot angrily, and the momentum around him skyrocketed, and suddenly he rose into the sky and chased after him as a streamer.

In mid-air, Huang Wudao stepped on the flying sword, frantically mobilizing the spiritual power in his body, and flying at the most extreme speed.

Fortunately, Huang Wudao has a Qiankun ring by his side, so he was able to successfully get out.

In other words, he had previously forced the middle-aged Taoist priest to retreat far away from him through psychological tactics.

Then taking advantage of that gap, he quickly took off the Qiankun ring on his hand, and threw out the light mask, and the body entered the medium space, and then came out again.

After a series of shapeshifts, he finally managed to escape the shackles of the enchantment, and he was taken by surprise.

As for the spirit lock talisman that imprisoned the spiritual power in his body, after entering the medium space that isolated the spiritual power from the outside world, it naturally became invalid.

To be honest, Huang Wudao originally just had the mentality of giving it a try, but he didn't expect that the Qiankun Ring really ignored the constraints of the enchantment and was easily thrown out.

This seems to be a child's play, who would have thought that it would really work, and it is exciting to think about it.

If it weren't for the fact that there were no supernatural means and magic weapons that could be used at the moment, it would be impossible to say that he would have to face this middle-aged Taoist priest head-on.

Although the Desolate Dao currently only has the cultivation of the ninth order of the Gathering Spirit Realm, with the strength of the "Nine Turning Heavenly Demon Technique" he cultivated, he still has the confidence to break his wrist with the monks in the early stage of foundation building.

However, looking at the methods used by the other party, it seems that there are a lot of magic weapons and treasures in his body, and he can only avoid the edge for the time being.

A gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late!

Give Lao Tzu another two years, and then I will be chasing you all over the world!

There is also Nangong Chan, this matter has nothing to do with her, if she can return to Tianyun City in the future, she will definitely teach her that life is better than death!

What a vicious woman, who wants to put me to death!

Huang Wudao was not angry in his heart, secretly annoyed, and subconsciously glanced behind him.

I'm in the late stage of building the foundation!?

Looking at the momentum of the rainbow streamer, flying over, Huang Wudao's heart trembled, and he almost didn't stabilize his body and fell from the flying sword.

I didn't expect that middle-aged Taoist priest to hide his true cultivation from the beginning, he was really an old treacherous and cunning person!

It's over! It's over!

There was a wail in his heart.

Looking at the speed of the streamer behind him, it was much faster than him, and it was definitely a speed that only monks in the late stage of foundation building had.

And the momentum and coercion that are sensed from afar, the ones who are serious belong to the monks in the later stage of foundation building.

Huang Wudao gritted his teeth and made a decision in a flash of light.

In the next second, his hands began to form strange patterns rapidly, trying his best to urge the qi and blood of his whole body, and at the same time, the spiritual energy in the dantian spewed out, impacting the Daguan acupoint.

With a "boom", the momentum soared to the sky, and the desolate cultivation was suddenly promoted from the ninth order of the Spirit Gathering Realm to the middle stage of the Returning Yuan Realm.

It is really unbelievable that he actually used a secret method to forcibly improve his cultivation to a great realm.

However, with the forcible improvement of cultivation, a large amount of blood beads gradually oozed from the surface of the desolate body, and it didn't take long for it to soak through the clothes.

He gritted his teeth and urged the flying sword under his feet with all his might, not caring about anything else.

There is only one belief in the wilderness now - get out!

In the dim moonlight, a figure swept across the sky and quickly disappeared into the hazy night.

"Where did this kid learn these evil methods? damn it!"

Seeing that Huang Wudao had fled with his life, he had lost the opportunity, and it was difficult to have a chance to catch up, and the middle-aged Taoist priest couldn't help but be unwilling.

Just as the back of the desolate Daoist was about to disappear within the scope of his divine sense, a trace of fierceness suddenly flashed on the middle-aged Taoist priest's face.

As he spoke, he stopped flying and slapped the storage bag on his waist, and a talisman with a dazzling golden light appeared in his hand.

This talisman is different from the ordinary talisman, not only is it more delicate and complex, but also it does not know what material is used to outline the shape of a small sword, which is vivid, like a real thing, jumping in front of you.

"Go!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest threw it forward, and the talisman seal suddenly turned into a small sword more than half a foot long, shining with golden light.

With a 'boom', the small golden sword shot in the direction where the desolate path disappeared, bringing up a golden mang's tail.

"How did you escape this fate?" the middle-aged Taoist priest muttered with a cold face.

Did you escape?

Sensing the streamer behind him and stopping the chase, Huang Wudao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he didn't dare to take it lightly, he still maintained his extreme speed, commanded the flying sword, identified a direction, and fled with his head bored.

An hour later, the barren road was about to have flown for more than 500 miles.

Now, even the old monsters of the Jindan stage can't lock their tracks anymore, and a monk in the late stage of foundation building doesn't have this ability.

Therefore, he began to slow down his speed, preparing to find a safe place to fall and rest.

However, it's not that he doesn't want to run further, it's just that he forcibly uses secret methods, and his body is in an overloaded state, which is difficult to maintain for a long time.

An hour is already the limit, and if it drags on any longer, it will hurt the foundation, and it is urgent to find a place to recuperate.

Looking around, I suddenly found a stone stream hidden in the depths of the dense forest, which is a natural barrier and a good place to hide.

Huang Wudao's face was happy, and he controlled the flying sword and prepared to fall towards the stone stream.

Right now!

"Poof!"

A cloud of blood exploded.

Huang Wudao screamed, and a small golden sword pierced through his abdomen, giving him a piercing force.

The golden sword emitted a "buzzing" restlessness and stopped in front of the desolate body, as if it was 'looking' at him like a human being.

After such a heavy blow, the desolate road was injured and injured, and it was difficult to maintain the flight of the imperial weapon, and his body was like a falling meteorite, smashing straight to the ground.

As his body fell into free fall, he felt his consciousness begin to blur.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the little golden sword that seemed to be chasing after him, and he was ruthless in his heart.

He held on to the last of his willpower, mobilized his divine sense with all his might, shrouded the golden little sword in it, and forcibly pulled it towards the Qiankun ring he was wearing between his fingers.

The little golden sword suddenly flickered, and then suddenly disappeared into midair.

And the desolate path also completely lost consciousness, and his body fell rapidly, smashing into the dense forest.

A hundred miles away, the middle-aged Taoist priest who was flying over changed his face greatly, and suddenly stopped his figure, his eyes were inexplicably frightened.

He found that he couldn't sense the spiritual imprint attached to the golden sword, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

"Could it be that someone intercepted the Golden Sword Rune Treasure and erased the spiritual imprint I left behind?

Thinking of this, the middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly had the idea of retreating, no matter how good the treasure is, it is in vain to suffer without life.

Be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years!

No matter what happened a hundred miles away, all this was out of the control of the middle-aged Taoist priest, and he was cautious by nature and didn't dare to chase after him anymore.

Although the golden sword rune treasure was snatched away in vain, which made the middle-aged Taoist priest feel painful, if it was really a monk in the Jindan period, he would follow the trail at that time, and his little life would have to be explained here.

After making up his mind, the middle-aged Taoist priest stopped staying, and immediately chose a direction and fled.