Chapter 60: Fierce Battle

Yan Zhengping's undisguised murderous look made Song Wen feel cold all over. ơɱ

He would not arrogantly think that he could withstand the attack of Yan Zhengping, who was at the ninth level of Qi training.

Song Wen could not help but complain in his heart that this Gui San was a psychopath.

You have a deadly feud with the Yan family. Since you have already caught the Yan family's handle, why don't you reveal it directly to the Corpse Demon Sect? The Corpse Demon Sect will deal with the Yan family at that time. Why do you have to take risks and come to take revenge in person?

This made Song Wen have to doubt that Gui San gathered so many desperate people among the scattered cultivators, probably more to plot against the Yan family's wealth, and revenge was secondary.

The Yan family's foundation-building ancestor had not appeared in the world for many years, and the Yan family betrayed the Corpse Demon Sect, so that the Yan family lost the Corpse Demon Sect as a big backer. This made Gui San think that he and a group of scattered cultivators had the confidence to confront the Yan family head-on.

At this moment, Gui San finally launched his powerful attack. The demon-subduing pestle pierced through the air and pierced the defensive shield with a speed that was faster than one could hear.

The defensive shield, which was already shaky under the siege of many casual cultivators, was immediately broken by Gui San's full-strength attack, and turned into countless light spots and dissipated in the air.

After breaking the shield, the power of the demon-subduing pestle was slightly weakened, but it still had a terrifying power. With a sharp whistling sound, it continued to pierce Yan Zhengping.

Yan Zhengping's eyes turned cold. The demon-subduing pestle was full of evil spirits and ghostly spirits. He dared not take it lightly and could only go all out to deal with it.

Yan Zhengping's body was full of green air, and soon, it wrapped him up. This was a strange phenomenon that could only appear after practicing poison skills to a certain level.

Ten half-foot-long steel needles appeared in Yan Zhengping's hands. The steel needles were dark as a whole, but they were emitting green light, which looked extremely strange. Obviously, the poison on them was strong.

Yan Zhengping waved his hands, and ten steel needles flew towards the Demon-Subduing Pestle.

"Dangdangdang..."

A series of crisp and piercing metal and iron clashes sounded.

The steel needles kept bombarding the Demon-Subduing Pestle.

The steel needles were constantly knocked away, and the power of the Demon-Subduing Pestle gradually decreased.

Yan Zhengping and Gui San fought evenly, but it was hard for the others on the boat.

The full-strength attack of the two ninth-level Qi training cultivators, the residual power they burst out, is not to be taken lightly.

The middle-stage Qi training cultivators of the Yan family have their own late-stage Qi training cultivators to help them resist the residual power.

As for Song Wen, when the Demon-Subduing Pestle pierced the shield, he activated the flying talisman in his left hand, and at the same time, he suddenly exerted force on his feet and jumped towards the big tree behind him.

The corpse puppet stuck firmly to Song Wen's back to help him resist possible attacks from behind.

When the residual power burst out, Song Wen was less than ten meters away from the nearest big tree.

The aftermath hit the corpse puppet, instantly crushing the muscles on the corpse puppet that were as strong as old tree roots, revealing the corpse puppet's corrupted inner cavity and white bones.

The corpse puppet that Song Wen spent a lot of resources to refine was almost cut in half when it was shown to outsiders for the first time.

The impact of the aftermath did not run out, but penetrated the corpse puppet and hit Song Wen.

Song Wen, who was in the air, had already used all his strength to activate the "Corpse King Blood Refining Technique".

His whole body became full of corpse qi, and his blood was surging.

His skin became black and blue, and his skin gradually shriveled as if it was dehydrated. Strong and powerful muscle fibers emerged one by one, almost breaking through the skin.

The nails on his hands and feet became black and sharp, emitting a deep cold light.

This was the change brought about by the "Corpse King Blood Refining Technique" after Song Wen advanced to the fourth level of Qi training. This greatly increased his physical strength and allowed him to resist the spell attacks of cultivators of the same level.

The power transmitted through the corpse puppet was no longer enough to threaten Song Wen. Instead, Song Wen used this thrust to accelerate and fly towards the tree.

Song Wen climbed up the tree with both hands and feet, not daring to stop at all. He exerted force on all four limbs at the same time, and leaped into the depths of the dense forest like an agile monkey.

With the help of the flying talisman, Song Wen could ignore the distance between the trees. He sought the shortest route and got away from the battlefield as soon as possible.

Behind him, various spells and magic weapons kept colliding, making roars, splashing water all over the sky, and smashing one towering tree after another.

Song Wen had no time to pay attention to everything behind him. Only by staying as far away from this place as possible could he have a chance of survival.

The strength of the scattered cultivators was obviously above that of the Yan family cultivators. It was difficult for the Yan family to protect themselves at this time, so it was naturally impossible for them to send people to chase and kill Song Wen.

As for the independent cultivators, seeing that Song Wen was only at the third level of Qi training, they did not take him seriously at all. They mistook Song Wen for a low-level Yan family cultivator who was irrelevant to the overall situation, and let Song Wen leave.

Without interference from others, Song Wen disappeared in the dense forest in just a few breaths.

The Yan family cultivators were gathered together by Yan Zhengping to resist the siege of independent cultivators. Since the top combat power was obviously less than that of many parties, the defense of the Yan family was stretched in an instant.

Yan Zhengping, who had a calm face, became a little anxious at this time.

He looked around with hope from time to time, as if waiting for rescue.

Yan Zhengping's expectations were not in vain. In the swamp water in the distance, a group of cultivators wearing Yan family costumes were coming by water.

They all stepped on something like a surfboard and sped on the water at a very fast speed.

The seven-colored grass spiritual field is the most important property of the Yan family. Naturally, it is impossible for it to be unattended on weekdays. These Yan family cultivators are the force that guards the spiritual field.

Usually, they hid in the dense forests around the spiritual field, guarding against monsters in the swamp and casual cultivators who stole spiritual medicine.

Seeing the reinforcements, the Yan family members were cheered up.

Yan Zhengping shouted loudly, "Ghost Three, today is your death."

Ghost Three glanced at the more than 20 Yan family cultivators who came. Among them, the highest cultivation level was only the eighth level of Qi training, and there were only five cultivators in the late stage of Qi training. The rest were all cultivators in the middle stage of Qi training.

Ghost Three's expression became a little solemn, but he did not show any panic. Everything at the moment was still within his expectations.

"Everyone, we are already at war with the Yan family. Now we have no choice but to kill the Yan family. Use all the tricks you have in your heart to avoid more trouble."

"The Yan family has occupied the poisonous miasma swamp for more than a hundred years. There must be a lot of gold and jade in their treasure house. As long as we take down the Yan family, the treasures you have lost in the battle can be repaid tenfold and a hundredfold."

Many casual cultivators looked at each other, and greed was revealed in the eyes of these desperate men.

They were not good in terms of qualifications. They could survive in the cruel world of cultivation and cultivate to the late stage of Qi training by being ruthless and unscrupulous.

The casual cultivators' attacks became fierce in an instant, and strange means such as talismans, evil spirits, and wronged souls were used.