As an organization that has been developing vigorously for decades under the noses of the seven major sects, the Black Evil Sect's ability to organize and mobilize is undoubtedly beyond doubt.
Su Yi had thought of this when he asked Ning Caichen and Fu Xiaozhuo to leave first. He guessed that their escape would not be so smooth, but it was the lesser of two evils. Compared to the harm of the white tiger,
Generally speaking, letting them go alone would obviously have a higher chance of survival. After all, they couldn't bear even the aftermath of the battle with the White Tiger. When Su Yi couldn't distract him, their life and death would often be a matter of a split second.
So Su Yi asked them to leave alone. If they can't leave...
That can only be blamed on timing and fate.
The fact was just as Su Yi expected, not long after the two of them left Guanggui City, someone blocked their way.
This is an unattractive middle-aged man wearing a police officer's uniform.
He stepped on a flying boat, stared at Ning Caichen and Fu Xiaozhuo not far away with a half-smile, and calmly put a loud arrow into the air.
"Two immortal masters are in such a hurry, where are they going?" the catcher asked with a half-smile.
Ning Caichen and Fu Xiaozhuo looked at each other with serious expressions on their faces. They both threw the thin man and the one-eyed dragon aside in their hands, preparing to face the enemy.
"Quick fight!" Fu Xiaozhuo said in a cold voice, patted the storage bag and took out the flying sword.
Ning Caichen also followed suit and said, "It's exactly what I want!"
After saying that, the two of them made a secret gesture to control the flying swords, one to the left and one to the right to stab at the policeman in front of them.
"It's rude to ask without answering!" The policeman suddenly smiled solemnly, and in the next second, it strangely turned into a black smoke that narrowly passed between the two flying swords and went straight to Fu Xiaozhuo and Ning.
Here come the ministers.
"go!"
The two of them hurriedly commanded the flying swords to stab back, and at the same time, they made secret instructions to cast their own spells and arrange spiritual shields.
"Ghost Wind Claw!" He said it quickly, and almost as soon as the two people's shields were formed, with a low roar, two palms wrapped in billowing black mist were printed on the two people.
Just two "bang bang" sounds were heard, and both of them were knocked away.
At this moment, the flying swords behind the two people arrived, but the policeman suddenly reached out and grabbed them out of thin air. The billowing black mist quickly formed two whirlwinds, sweeping the flying swords of the two people into it, causing them to tremble violently and then suddenly disappeared after a moment.
Take control, be swept up high by the whirlwind, and fly away into the distance.
Not far away, Ning Caichen and Fu Xiaozhuo, who staggered and stopped in front of them, were shocked and changed their expressions when they saw this. They hurriedly made secrets to recall the flying sword.
There is a distance limit for monks to control flying swords. However, the maximum distance limit that can be controlled is also different depending on the individual's magic power, skill proficiency, and spiritual consciousness.
This policeman obviously knew the limitations of monks' manipulation of magic weapons. As soon as he controlled the flying swords of Ning Caichen and Fu Xiaozhuo, he controlled their magic weapons and threw them away with a whirlwind.
Ning Caichen was only at the fourth level of qi training, and his strength was very limited. He was suddenly hit by the attack, and he hurriedly made a seal, but lost his sense of the magic weapon, and he couldn't help but be shocked.
But Fu Xiaozhuo next to him was at a higher level and reacted quickly. He quickly made secrets to control his magic sword, and then used his spiritual energy to wrap Ning Caichen's flying sword, making it twist and turn from the black mist whirlwind.
He flew out and quickly returned to Ning Caichen.
"Hahaha..." Not far away, the catcher laughed proudly upon seeing this, "Master Immortal? Bah! I thought you were so powerful, but now it seems like it's nothing more than that!"
Ning Caichen, who regained control of the flying sword, flashed with shame when he heard this, and said: "Miss Xiao Zhuo, thank you!"
"Young master, you don't have to be polite." Fu Xiaozhuo said coldly, and continued to perform kneading with his hands while muttering something in his mouth.
Upon seeing this, Ning Caichen simply put away his flying sword and chanted a mantra. After a while, flames burst out from his fingertips, and the flames quickly grew and formed a fireball.
The smile of the policeman not far away froze and he shouted sternly: "Old Liehuo, are you still watching the fun?"
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the flying sword floating above Fu Xiaozhuo's head suddenly grew in size. In the blink of an eye, it turned into several feet long and more than ten feet wide. It rumbled down like a hill and struck down on the top of the capturer's head!
This is a giant sword technique, a very common technique during the qi training period. Unfortunately, Su Yi's spiritual power is too shallow to be able to perform it. However, Fu Xiaozhuo, who is at the eighth level of qi training, naturally has no hesitation in performing this technique.
The catcher's face was no longer relaxed. His face was full of solemnity. His clothes were windless and he was making a hunting sound. The billowing black mist instantly turned into a huge tornado, rolling up and resisting the giant sword!
But he was by no means relaxed. His whole body was shaking violently, as if he would be unable to hold on any longer.
"Old Liehuo, do you want to see me die?" The detective struggled to resist the giant sword, but the giant sword still fell slowly, making his whole body's bones creak.
At the same time, his appearance underwent an astonishing change. The originally ordinary face turned into a haggard, bloodless and ferocious appearance. It turned out that he had also been disguised.
"Fire Flame Palm!" Following a burst of strange laughter, a man emerged from the ground!
It turns out that there is actually someone hiding here.
This man had red hair and an ugly appearance. He shot out two fireballs with both palms and landed heavily on the giant sword.
This giant sword was originally transformed by magic. After being resisted repeatedly, it finally ran out of power and quickly shrank and transformed into a flying sword that flew back to Fu Xiaozhuo's hand.
At this moment, Ning Caichen's fireball technique was also released, and the huge fireball turned into a meteor and hit the previous policeman hard.
This time, the two people on the opposite side yelled and launched their own attacks. The red-haired weirdo fired fireballs one after another, which collided with Ning Caichen's fireballs to cancel each other out. A whirlwind of black mist swept in, blowing away all the fireballs and extinguishing them.
brush!
Fu Xiaozhuo took the opportunity to release heavy sword shadows again, but the two men here repeated their old tricks. While resisting the sword shadows, they quickly retreated and distanced themselves from Fu Xiaozhuo and Ning Caichen.
After the spells were exhausted, the two sides temporarily stopped confronting each other.
The red-haired weirdo smiled proudly and said: "The so-called immortal master is nothing more than that! What do you mean by the difference between immortals and mortals? You are just stronger people, what qualifications do you have to claim to be immortals?"
"No one claims to be an immortal, at least we don't!" Ning Caichen snorted coldly, "You two have such a strong blood evil spirit, they must have done a lot of harm to others, right? Who are you?"
"You and Hetu killed the sect leader of my Guanggui City, but you don't even know who I am?" the previous police officer said grimly.
"Master of the Five Color Sect, the Immortal King of Hell?" Fu Xiaozhuo frowned, "You are not a mortal martial artist, and the martial arts you use are not mortal at all!"
"Of course Yinsha Shenfeng is not an ordinary martial art, it is an immortal method!" The Ageless King of Hell chuckled, "Since you have heard of my name, you must also have heard of the Patriarch of Fire, right?"
Just as Ning Caichen was about to speak, Fu Xiaozhuo snorted coldly: "They are stalling for time, young master, don't talk nonsense to them!"
"I was also stalling for time, but there's no need for it now." Ning Caichen suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled.
The two people on the opposite side were stunned for a moment and before they could react, they saw Ning Caichen pointing at the two of them and shouting: "Down! Down!"
A huge wave of dizziness surged up in an instant. The two of them immediately felt like they were top-heavy. They were all startled and immediately used their skills to resist, but they didn't know it was unlucky. This movement immediately attacked their hearts with poisonous energy, and both of their legs weakened.
Sitting paralyzed on the ground.
"Despicable, as an immortal master, you actually..." Lao Liehuo couldn't help shouting in shock and anger.
But before he finished speaking, a flying sword arrived in an instant, brushing the ground, and two good heads flew into the sky!
But it was Fu Xiaozhuo who took the opportunity to kill them directly!
Although these two people are mortals, they have learned the so-called magical skills of the Black Evil Cult, and their strength is comparable to that of low-level monks who practice qi. It is a pity that they encountered Ning Caichen who did not follow common sense, and they have not had time to fully display their strength.
, and died.
"Young Master actually knows how to poison?" Fu Xiaozhuo put away his flying sword and asked with a strange look on his face.
"Don't think that I am a pedantic scholar who doesn't know how to adapt. I am also an old man!" Ning Caichen took out a bottle and shook it angrily. "This is the first time Master and I met. Master learned from a monk.
He gave me the trophies he got when he had no use for them. This thing is specially designed to poison cultivators. It is certainly more than enough to poison these two fools who have only half-learned the techniques to harm people!"
Fu Xiaozhuo said with worry on his face: "These thieves have sent people to intercept them in this direction, and I'm afraid they won't let them go in other directions. We made a lot of noise just now, and it will definitely alert the enemy. Young Master, we have to leave quickly!"
"Let's go!" Ning Caichen nodded heavily, "Our strength is low, staying here will only distract Master!"
The two of them stopped talking nonsense. After mentioning the two prisoners, Fu Xiaozhuo sacrificed his flying magic weapon, and the four of them flew away in the direction of Jiayuan City.
Not long after the two left, three more figures arrived.
All three of them are riddled with evil spirits, and they are not like good people.
One of them has fluctuations in spiritual power, and he is actually a cultivator. The other two have very strong evil spirits and very weak spiritual power. They are very similar to the previous immortal king of hell and old fire, and they are obviously the same type of people.
The two men were very respectful to the cultivator. After they examined the corpse together, one of them looked solemn and reported with his hands in hand: "Master Xue Xue, judging from their bloodline, they can only die with half a stick of incense."
The cultivator closed his eyes and prayed in silence for a while, then suddenly pointed in the direction of Jiayuan City: "They are running this way! You two, follow me!"
"Yes!" they both said in unison.
The cultivator took out the flying boat, and the remaining two people hurried up without any orders. The cultivator hesitated slightly, then gritted his teeth and took out a spiritual talisman to bless the flying boat. Then he made seals with his hands, and the flying boat suddenly turned into a meteor, heading towards Ning Cai before him.
Chen and Fu Xiaozhuo chased in the direction they left.
No matter how decisive Fu Xiaozhuo's character is, and no matter how much Ning Caichen claims to be an "old Jianghu", they are just rookies in the spiritual world.
The two flying magic weapons are only the lowest level, which is not even a bit worse than Master Xue Xian's mid-level flying magic weapon.
What's more, they were afraid that they wouldn't be able to catch up with them, so they even blessed the flying boat with a Sunda Wind Talisman.
In less than a cup of tea, on a plain dozens of miles away from Jiayuan City, the two sides were already in sight!
"Oops, there are cultivators, we're catching up!" Fu Xiaozhuo was controlling the flying boat. Ning Caichen noticed the situation behind him immediately, and his expression suddenly changed and he said anxiously.
The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer. Ning Caichen gritted his teeth and muttered words, and suddenly dense fireballs appeared, forming a sea of fire. He stretched out his hand and the flames rose in the wind, burning and moving towards the pursuers.
Ning Caichen patted the storage bag again and threw the vial containing poison into the flames.
Fu Xiaozhuo started to accelerate as soon as Ning Caichen reminded him, and Ning Caichen released a sea of fire at intervals to block the pursuers. At the same time, no matter what poison was in the storage bag, he threw it into the sea of fire envoy.
It turns into billowing poisonous smoke, blocking the way.
After firing five seas of fire to block his way, Ning Caichen turned a little pale. It was obvious that this was taking a lot of toll on him.
But when he looked again, he couldn't help but look surprised and disappointed.
The distance between the two sides has not shortened much!
The monk behind him had a jar-shaped magic weapon suspended above his head. He was flying at a high speed while casting spells. Everything he passed, whether it was flames or poisonous smoke, was absorbed into it, making all Ning Caichen's obstacles useless.
"It's disrespectful to come and not return!" Master Xue Xian over there seemed to notice Ning Caichen watching from a distance, sneered, and suddenly made a quick gesture with his hands and pointed forward: "Go!"
Whoosh whoosh!
As three blasts of wind-breaking sound were heard, when Ning Caichen reacted, he saw three ice spears shooting towards him in the shape of a pin, and they were in front of him in the blink of an eye. The oncoming force was fierce!
Ning Caichen's face suddenly turned pale!
Can't stop it!
This ice spear technique itself is an advanced water attribute technique. The monks who can perform this technique are at least high-level monks in the Qi training stage. They can release three ice spears at once and have such power that even Nie Xiaoqian is slightly inferior.
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In other words, this pursuer is at least a monk at the twelfth level of Qi training, or even a thirteenth level of Qi training!
Although his master Su Yi once taught him that the difference in practice level does not mean anything when fighting, the practice level is one step at a time, and the level of cultivation will skyrocket every time you cross a level. This is an indisputable fact. The difference between the opponent and Ning Caichen is at least eight or nine.
At a small level, this gap is like a chasm, which cannot be bridged by other aspects.
"Xiao Zhuo!" Ning Caichen shouted in panic.
Needless to say, Fu Xiaozhuo also noticed the situation behind him.
While controlling the flying magic weapon to fall at a high speed, she slapped the storage bag to draw out a magic talisman, chanted a spell in her mouth, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on it.
The talisman quickly enlarged and formed a shield like a tortoise shell, covering the two of them.
Fu Xiaozhuo was still worried, so he took out three more formation flags, chanting words in his mouth and practicing them quickly.
When the airship slid to the ground and plowed a deep trench on the plain, and the soil was churning, she quickly planted three formation flags on the three corners of the airship, and a light blue protective shield was immediately formed under the tortoise shell.
As soon as I finished doing this, three ice spears arrived in unison!
boom!
The tortoise-shell shield only lasted for two breaths before it trembled and shattered. The dimmed ice spear stabbed hard on the light blue light shield. The light shield shook violently and cracks were instantly covered!
Fu Xiaozhuo turned his palms and took out a spiritual stone. He pressed his palms against the light shield and pumped spiritual power wildly. Only then did the three ice guns completely consume the power of the three ice guns before the light shield cracked, causing them to turn into white mist.
