Although Ma Chenghua is still injured, he is still a practitioner at the second level of Qi training after all.
In terms of speed, it is not much different from Yang Haoran, but Liang Xingguo is not good at this point.
If he takes Liang Xingguo with him, Yang Haoran will have to take care of Liang Xingguo's speed, which will delay the process for a long time.
Yang Haoran was still unable to sense the response from the Soul-Eating Ruler, which made him unavoidably anxious.
Not daring to waste time, I took Ma Chenghua and entered Kunlun Mountain.
It took Yang Haoran and Liang Xingguo nearly a day to travel last time. This time, without Liang Xingguo's drag, the speed was significantly faster.
Yang Haoran and Ma Chenghua flew over the mountains and ridges like flying. Three hours later, Yang Haoran appeared in front of the cliff where the psychic topaz was placed.
Along the way, Ma Chenghua did not dare to speak nonsense.
It wasn't until Yang Haoran stopped walking that he looked around in surprise.
Then he blurted out: "It is really a geomantic treasure land that gathers the spiritual energy of mountains and rivers!"
Yang Haoran was thinking about the soul-eating ruler and didn't pay attention to it.
Just like last time, he used the gecko wall-walking technique to crawl towards the cave.
Without the assistance of the Soul-Eating Ruler, it would obviously take a lot more effort.
Until Yang Haoran entered the cave, Ma Chenghua still did not move.
He frowned and looked at the location of the cave, then assessed his own strength. He could only sigh and give up the plan of entering the cave.
With his strength, he is still unable to climb with bare hands like Yang Haoran, so he must use tools.
Yang Haoran was frightened as soon as he entered the cave.
The cave was empty, everything was gone.
He frowned and looked around, leaving no clues.
"Damn! Who did this?"
Yang Haoran said bitterly, looked around carefully again, and after confirming that there were no useful clues, turned around and left the cave.
Ma Chenghua couldn't help but feel a little uneasy when he saw Yang Haoran's gloomy face.
Yang Haoran looked at him: "The psychic topaz was taken away first, and a magic weapon was also taken away from me.
Now if you want to know who took the psychic topaz, I'm afraid you can only find it through chalcedony. How should I use this thing?"
After all, Ma Chenghua was the original owner of chalcedony, and his understanding of chalcedony and psychic topaz must be better than that of Yang Haoran.
Ma Chenghua was obviously taken aback, obviously not expecting this result.
Although Yang Haoran didn't make it clear to him, those who can take away the psychic topaz are definitely not ordinary people.
"Could it be that Mo Banshan has come back? This damn old thief!"
Ma Chenghua gritted his teeth and looked angry.
Yang Haoran frowned and was noncommittal.
He didn't want to jump to conclusions before he understood the truth of the matter.
"As long as you can locate the psychic topaz, you will naturally know who did it. Can you do it?"
Ma Chenghua nodded: "There is no problem with positioning, but it will take some time."
"how long?"
"About two hours."
Yang Haoran returned the chalcedony to Ma Chenghua and found a spacious open space.
In terms of finding psychic topaz, Ma Chenghua and Yang Haoran obviously had the same goal, so Yang Haoran was not worried about Ma Chenghua's tricks.
Ma Cheng's incarnation was carrying many strange bottles and jars, and he picked a bottle from somewhere.
Then sprinkle the powder evenly on the ground.
It was a beige powder that exuded a choking smell, with a faint smell of sulfur.
But it's not sulfur. It must be mixed with something else.
A bottle of medicinal powder was sprinkled on the ground, occupying a circle about three meters in diameter.
Ma Chenghua instantly became serious, turned over and knelt down, and bowed in all directions.
Then he stood up, making various strange movements and mumbling something.
Looking at it, it looked like some kind of sacrificial ceremony was being held.
But it is definitely not a Taoist ritual, the various actions are more like some kind of witchcraft.
Yang Haoran watched quietly to prevent anything from disturbing Ma Chenghua.
He speculated that this set of rituals may have originated from the ancient tomb mentioned by Ma Chenghua, and was one of the backup tools left by the owner of the tomb for the person who obtained the chalcedony.
The essence of witchcraft is to communicate with all the spirits of heaven and earth, as the machenghua ceremony proceeds.
There was a faint sound of rolling thunder in the originally calm sky.
Soon, lightning struck down like a sharp sword, tearing the sky in half instantly.
A gust of cold wind rose out of thin air, making a terrifying whimpering sound.
The area where Yang Haoran was located soon turned into a scene of flying sand and rocks.
Ma Chenghua was not affected and continued his mysterious ritual.
The rumbling sounds in the sky became more and more intensive, like the sound of war drums before setting off for an expedition.
Suddenly, a beam of white light appeared in the sky, shining impartially on Ma Chenghua's body.
At that moment, Ma Chenghua seemed as motionless as a sculpture.
The whole person seems to be integrated with the heaven and earth, and his body is shining with the brilliance of holiness.
After dozens of seconds, the light beam gradually disappeared, and Ma Chenghua's eyes widened suddenly.
There seemed to be something extra in Ma Chenghua's eyes.
Looking at the chalcedony originally held by Ma Chenghua, it had lost all its luster.
With a clicking sound, the complete chalcedony actually shattered into a piece of powder.
When blown by the wind, it instantly turned into dust between heaven and earth.
But now, less than two hours have passed since the ceremony was carried out.
Ma Chenghua remained motionless, as if he was adapting to something.
After five minutes, he finally let out a long breath and then moved his body.
Yang Haoran's eyes lit up, it should be over.
Sure enough, Ma Chenghua walked towards Yang Haoran with a serious look on his face.
"The psychic topaz is still within the Kunlun Mountains, but it is moving deeper.
I'm afraid it's more than three hundred miles away from us."
Yang Haoran frowned.
The three hundred miles in the Kunlun Mountains is not the three hundred miles in the plains, which means that the person has walked for at least three days.
"Can you sense his location?"
Ma Chenghua nodded: "The approximate location can still be detected by induction. The closer the distance, the stronger the induction."
"Okay, you lead the way and we go find the psychic topaz."
Ma Chenghua did not refuse, because his obsession with psychic topaz was stronger than Yang Haoran.
Only by finding the psychic topaz could he find Mo Banshan and put him to death.
What's more, Ma Chenghua guessed that the person who took away the psychic topaz was probably Mo Banshan himself.
The two of them coincided with each other, so they naturally had no objections.
Following the direction that Ma Chenghua sensed, he chased after it desperately.
But deep in the Kunlun Mountains, three hundred miles away from the two people, there was a bizarre situation.