Chapter 172 The End of the Road
Huan Yin endured the pain and turned around, nodded to the junior brother beside him, and rushed out towards the north.
However, before the two of them had rushed far, a dozen disciples from the Wan Du Sect blocked their way. These dozen disciples have strong cultivation levels, and they are all at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, the Great Perfection.
The junior disciple next to Huan Yin was only at the late stage of the fifth level of Qi Condensation. Although he knew that Huan Yin was powerful, at the same time he was surrounded by such a perfect Qi Condensation monk, and he still couldn't help but tremble.
These dozen Wan Du Sect monks had a ferocious smile on their faces. They had just killed a lot of Wuliang Sect disciples. When they were in high spirits, when they saw Huan Yin and the others, four people immediately rushed over with magic weapons in hand.
However, what responded to them was Huan Yin's even more ferocious and weird smile, and the palm he extended towards them.
The moment the four people rushed towards them, they were sucked in by Huan Yin's hand, and they were instantly swallowed up by Huan Yin's hand like an Arhat. Then Huan Yin's spiritual power surged, and the four people were completely sucked dry in an instant and fell to the ground.
"I can't beat the ones behind, so I'll take action on you!" Huan Yin was feeling extremely depressed because he couldn't turn around and fight. When he saw these dozen Wan Du Sect disciples, he suddenly became murderous.
When the remaining disciples of Wandu Sect saw that Huan Yin was so weird and his skills were extremely evil, they killed four Qi Condensation Perfection Masters in an instant, and their faces suddenly showed shock.
"You are a Juli cultivator!" Someone from the Wan Du Sect pointed at Huan Yin with a look of horror, obviously thinking that Huan Yin was the kind of person who deliberately lowered his cultivation level.
Huan Yin naturally didn't care what his enemies said. The wind came from under his feet and swept upwards. In just ten breaths, the dozen or so people who had been grinning at the two of them just now had all turned into mummies, withered and haggard. There was still a look of horror on his face.
Huan Yin killed a dozen more Qi Condensation Dzogchen, and felt that his cultivation level had improved a step further. However, the weird speed he was born with before was slowly dissipating, and his ability to absorb the cultivation level of others seemed to be gradually disappearing. . Huan Yin could imagine that if he really broke through the tenth level of Qi Condensation and achieved Gathering Strength, then his heaven-defying power would be completely dissipated.
"Let's go, junior brother." Huan Yin looked at his junior brother who was looking at him in disbelief, and pulled him to escape to the north again.
Huan Yin and the others quickly passed through the north gate of the Wuliang Sect branch and rushed into the vast grassland. In front of them, there were more low-level monks from the Wuliang Sect who were on the run, and behind them, there were more monks from the Wandu Sect who were chasing them.
"Stay!" A monk from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect who was on the seventh level of Qi Condensation raised his sword and suddenly slashed at a young cultivator of the Wuliang Sect who was on the third level of Qi Condensation in front of him.
When the young cultivator from Wuliang Sect saw that many monks who were more advanced than him were taking action against him, a look of despair suddenly appeared on his face. However, just when he was about to close his eyes and give up, the sword in front of him suddenly stopped, and then the figure blocking him also froze.
The next moment, panic suddenly flashed across the face of the monk from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, and then his body flew backwards unconsciously.
The Ten Thousand Poison Sect monk was quickly caught in Huan Yin's hand, let out a series of screams, and died in Huan Yin's hands instantly.
"Junior brother, run!" Huan Yin shouted as he looked at his fellow disciple who had not yet woken up from the shock.
When the young cultivator heard Huan Yin shouting, he woke up from a dream. He immediately got up, bowed to Huan Yin, then turned around and ran away again.
Huan Yin saved one person, turned to his junior brother and said, "Junior brother, run away. I won't accompany you anymore. You must take care of yourself!"
"Senior brother, do you want to help them?" Junior brother guessed Huan Yin's intention and looked anxious.
"Brother, you can't help anymore. The sect is about to fall, and the high-level monks will come to kill them soon. If you stay even a moment longer, you may pay the price with your life!" Junior brother shouted to Huan Yin again.
Huan Yin didn't comment, and jumped away from the junior brother who had led him out all the way, and rushed towards another fellow disciple who was being chased by the Wan Du Sect members. While running, Huan Yin turned around again and shouted: "Junior brother, run!"
The junior brother took a deep look at Huan Yin again. Knowing that Huan Yin had made up his mind, he clenched his fists heavily, turned around and ran away.
In the following time, Huan Yin escaped while constantly helping the fellow disciples he met. Although this greatly slowed down Huan Yin's escape speed, Huan Yin's character has always been like this. He couldn't bear to see his fellow disciples being beaten. Oppression by outsiders.
Half an hour later, Huan Yin had rescued twenty-three of his fellow disciples. Suddenly, an excited roar came from behind him: "In the worst case, I will re-enter reincarnation. Even if I die, I won't have it easier than your Wandu Sect!"
Then, suddenly an extremely powerful light burst out in the distant sky, spreading crazily around in an instant, as if even the sky was about to collapse due to the light.
Huan Yin remembered that voice. It was Li Ji's voice. Although he didn't know what Li Ji had done, he knew that the light he saw was Li Ji's last ditch effort and his desperate attempt.
"Uncle Li..." Huan Yin's eyes were red and he looked into the sky, feeling a twinge of pain in his heart.
However, before Huan Yin stayed there for long, he saw that the bright light caused by Li Ji quickly dispersed. It seemed that the power of the light was disintegrated by some unknown reason and could not be sustained.
Then, in the distant sky, a small black dot suddenly moved towards Huan Yin.
The high-level monks are coming! Huan Yin knew that the branch sect had completely fallen, and the battle of the high-level monks of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect was probably coming to an end. Now some of them were killing them.
"Hahaha, the Wuliang Sect was breached by us, you can die too, haha!" Not far from Huan Yin, a monk of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect also saw the black dot in the sky, laughed wildly, and slapped a Wuliang Sect monk in front of him.
Huan Yin's face flashed with anger, and he rushed directly to the man and sucked him into a dry corpse in an instant.
"Even if you win, you can't enjoy the fruits of victory!" Huan Yin looked at the dry corpse in front of him, spoke angrily, and then got up and fled again.
After more than half an hour, Huan Yin fled all the way, but because he repeatedly helped others, he fell behind and was chased by the high-level monks of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.
At this moment, behind Huan Yin was a huge pit, which was pitch black and bottomless. Next to Huan Yin, there were seven or eight Wuliangmen disciples standing with him, constantly retreating towards the huge pit.
"Kill them quickly, keep chasing!" A Wandumen monk who was about seven or eight feet away from Huan Yin and his group said to the three fellow disciples beside him. His three fellow disciples were all in the early stage of Juli.
When the three Wandumen monks heard their senior brother speak, they all laughed grimly and shot three flames directly towards Huan Yin.
These three flames were the most common Juli period fire spells in the Wandumen. If they were enemies of the same level, they would probably never use this spell. However, all the monks of Wuliangmen were in the Qi Condensation period, and they looked like lambs to be slaughtered, so shooting these flames was enough.
The flames of the three people quickly merged in front of them, and then instantly turned into a huge pillar of fire that swept towards Huan Yin and his group.
Just when the three thought they would hear the screams of the Wuliangmen monks, and when all the Wuliangmen disciples showed despair, Huan Yin held the Yang Sword, and the black tortoise phantom shrouded his body, and took the initiative to meet the attacking fire column.
"Tear the night!" A voice sounded in the ears of everyone, and then a black tortoise phantom suddenly broke the fire column sent by the three Wandumen Juli monks. At the moment when the fire column dispersed, Huan Yin's figure appeared, and the Yang Sword stretched forward, with the tip of the sword facing the Wandumen monk in the middle who was in the early stage of Juli.
The Wandumen Juli monks had never thought that their magic skills would be broken, and naturally they could not expect that Huan Yin, a Qi Condensation monk, could still fight to the death.
The next moment, the blazing sword energy broke away from Huan Yin's Yang Sword, and the Wandumen monks standing opposite Huan Yin, and even the late Juli monk, felt a hint of threat from Huan Yin's sword energy.
"Boom!" Shaoyang sword energy rushed out crazily, and in the blink of an eye, it hit the cultivator in the early stage of Juli that Huanyin's sword pointed at.
"Ah!" The cultivator in the early stage of Juli was terrified. He never thought that the magic of a Qi Condensation cultivator could make him feel the taste of death at this moment. He took out a green shield to block his chest when Shaoyang sword energy hit him, and even used all his strength to activate the shield's defensive power.
However, the sharpness of Shaoyang sword energy ignored the power of the shield and directly penetrated the shield and hit the cultivator behind it.
The shield fell to the ground with a "dang" sound, and the cultivator behind the shield was revealed again. His expression was ferocious, and the posture of the last struggle was still maintained, but the shocking blood hole on his chest and the burn marks next to the blood hole told everyone that he was dead.
"Junior Brother Liu, Junior Brother Liu!" The other three Wandu Sect monks looked at their dead fellow in shock, as if they still couldn't accept the fact that he was killed by the Wuliang Sect Condensation cultivator in one move.
"Kill him, let's kill him together!" Suddenly, the late-stage Juli cultivator reacted, took out his immortal sword magic weapon, and shouted at the two people around him.
"A bunch of trash, actually want to sacrifice Juli cultivators at this time, it really makes our Wandu Sect lose face." Suddenly, a voice floated over from a distance, and then a figure entered Huanyin's field of vision at a very fast speed.
"Your sword is good, I want it. As for the person, just die!" The figure directly passed over the heads of the three Juli cultivators and flew towards Huanyin, and even raised his palm and hit Huanyin.
There was no magic light or shadow, not even a sound, but when Huan Yin struck out with his palm, he suddenly felt a force that he could not resist at all. Not only did it instantly shatter the black tortoise shadows around him, but it also quickly entered his body, smashing his internal organs into pieces.
Huan Yin's body unconsciously tilted up under the palm of the cultivator, and his hands were instantly thrown up by themselves due to the loss of strength, throwing the Yang Sword into the air.
The flying Wan Du Men cultivator stood in the air, stretched out his hand to take the Yang Sword, and then watched Huan Yin being pushed back by his palm and flew into the huge pit not far away...