Chapter 180: Kill
"Boy, stop!"
Behind Qin Ziyang, the cultivator of the Evil Heart Sect who was chasing and killing him kept shouting, and various talismans kept appearing in his hand, throwing them towards him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info
Qin Ziyang's face remained unchanged, but he just input all the mana of his body into the flying sword under his feet, and rushed towards the mountain gate of the Qingyang Sect.
Before, he was not far away from Yuanyang Sword Sect Xiahou and others, but when they clashed, he was already far away, at least nearly a hundred zhang. At this time, even if he was vigorously pursued and killed by this Evil Heart Sect Foundation Cultivator, he would be able to do it with ease!
However, after about a quarter of an hour, Qin Ziyang's speed couldn't help but slow down. No matter how you escape, you will fight one after another overnight, coupled with the continuous escape for your life, the mana in your body has already been exhausted, even if you have the supplement of various pills, you are not the opponent of the Zhuji Monk.
However, at this moment, there was a sudden slight tremor in his sea of knowledge, and he saw that the soul mirror floating in the middle of the sea began to glow slightly, and bursts of dark light rose from its mirror.
However, no matter how big its movement was, it didn't dare to approach the more than 2,000 golden tadpole texts composed of the Soul Devouring Sutra. Even now, the more than two thousand golden tadpole texts have become dim.
"The Soul Cry Mirror has recovered?" Feeling the light that was constantly generated on the mirror surface of the Soul Crying Mirror, Qin Ziyang thought secretly in his heart. Immediately, he glanced back at the Evil Heart Sect monk who was still unrelenting, and immediately had a plan in his heart.
"Hey, hey, kid, it seems that you can't escape the palm of the old man's hand!" Behind Qin Ziyang, the Evil Heart Sect Foundation Building Monk said gloomily.
"This senior, please listen to the kid!" Qin Ziyang didn't have the slightest intention of turning back, but instead shouted loudly: "I'm not a disciple of the Yuanyang Sword Sect, it's useless for you to chase me like this! Besides, this place is my Zheng Guo monk's territory after all, are you so sure of catching up with the kid? Perhaps, your senior brothers have already been killed by the monks of the Yuanyang Sword Sect, and you still don't run for your life!"
"Boy, shut up!" The Evil Heart Sect monk was furious and said loudly: "What about the Yuanyang Sword Sect, my Evil Heart Sect has been rampant in the Zhao Kingdom for more than ten years, how can I be intimidated by the Yuanyang Sword Sect!"
"Senior, the kid is for your good!" Qin Ziyang's speed slowed even slower, and he saw that his face was pale at this time, as if he had been greatly frightened, and he was still fighting in the trapped beast.
"My Qingyang Sect is in front of you, aren't you afraid of meeting my Qingyang Sect senior!"
"Hmph!" the Evil Heart Sect monk snorted coldly and said, "What if you encounter it, you can kill them together!"
Seeing that the speed of the kid in front of him who kept running away was getting slower and slower, a burst of joy immediately rose in his heart, and the speed of the flying sword under his feet was even faster!
"It's too deceitful!" Qin Ziyang roared angrily, slapped the storage bag and offered a dark green flying sword, slashing at the evil heart sect monk. Moreover, he took out a handful of talismans and threw them at the man scattered.
"Hehe, carving insect skills!" The Evil Heart Sect monk sneered, and he didn't see any movement from him, the pitch-black spear-like magic weapon reappeared, turned into a snake-shaped whip, and slammed into Qin Ziyang's flying sword.
"Boom!" The two magic weapons collided, but it was the magic weapon of the monk of the Evil Heart Sect, and it was actually slightly inferior.
"Boy, the magic weapon is good!" The evil heart sect monk's eyes changed, and he immediately revealed a strong greed, and with a wave of his hand, three more pitch-black magic weapons appeared, namely an axe, a spear, and a long stick, which were entangled with Qin Ziyang's dark green flying sword.
"Hehe, this flying sword belongs to the old man! This sword falling into your hands is really a pearl in secret, for the sake of this flying sword's face, the old man will give you a good time!" The evil heart sect monk roared wildly, and the mana in his body gushed out, actually narrowing the distance between him and Qin Ziyang again.
At the same time, the large handful of talismans that Qin Ziyang threw out also bombarded his body, but in the face of this group of flames, the evil heart sect cultivators didn't care about it, and just relied on the black mist around him to resist.
"Boom!" "Boom!" Explosions came one after another, and I saw that after this large group of flames hit the mist on the body of this evil heart cultivator, it was directly wrapped in this group of mist, as if it had been swallowed directly!
Seeing this, in the eyes of this evil heart cultivator, the kid's face became more and more pale. Unexpectedly, he took out a large handful of talismans from the storage bag and threw them over.
"Why do you have so many talismans on this kid, and there are also the best of this top-level magic weapon. Could it be that this kid also has some background?" the evil heart monk kept thinking about this, but his movements did not slow down, but instead accelerated the speed of strangling the flying sword.
As he struck, a series of four pitch-black magic weapons wrapped around the dark green flying sword, making it struggle in a limited space.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
Another violent explosion sounded, and the talisman thrown by Qin Ziyang in the second wave collided with the black mist around the body of the Evil Heart Sect monk, splashing a large amount of flying ash.
However, in the midst of this thick flying ash, a dark light actually hid in the second wave of talisman spells, shooting straight towards his head!
This light, not to mention that the black mist couldn't stop it, even if it was himself, he only discovered it when the dark light broke through the black mist and was about to shoot in front of him!
"What ......" The evil heart sect monk suddenly had such a thought in his heart, and he subconsciously wanted to cast a protective magic weapon in his hand, but as soon as this thought was mentioned, this dark light shot directly into his head!
"Buzz ......"
It was as if a big bell was ringing in his ears, and a violent fluctuation sounded directly in his sea of consciousness, directly shaking his entire soul, and he couldn't move at all.
At the same time, a dark green light flashed, breaking through the four dark green flying swords entangled with pitch-black magic weapons, and straight through the chest of this evil heart sect monk!
"Poof!"
Almost half of this person's body was cut off by this dark green light, and the flying sword without the support of the monk's mana fell directly from the air with two wrecks of different sizes.
Qin Ziyang's figure strangely appeared below the corpse of this evil heart sect monk, grabbed the storage bag on this person's waist and the flying sword that had been restored to its original state, and fell into the dense forest on the ground.
After landing on the ground, a pale red blood mist immediately rose from Qin Ziyang's body, enveloping him and shooting tightly in the direction of Qingyang Sect.
There was not much mana left in his body, and the flying magic weapon could not be used for a long time, plus the air was too easy to be attacked by others, so he directly abandoned the flying magic weapon, and instead began to use the blood shadow to escape.
Soon, the surrounding scenery began to become familiar, and he had approached the outer sect of the Qingyang Sect sphere of influence.
Suddenly, his rapidly running figure slammed, and a flash of fire suddenly rose in front of him, blasting straight in his direction.
At the same time, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Fellow Daoist, dare to trespass on my Qingyang Sect!"