Within an hour, eight people died one after another.
The corpses lay quietly on the ground, their throats sealed with a clean sword.
The soul was so shattered by the sword energy that it exploded inside the body before it could escape from the body.
Tragic, miserable.
It was a fierceness and decisiveness that no one had expected, and it was full of provocation.
"Mochen..."
Xue Rui roared in a low voice, like a wounded beast roaring.
His eyes were sharp and filled with murderous intent. He slowly moved away from the eight corpses and threw them into the endless darkness of the forest.
"Even if I don't have a thousand years of cultivation resources, I will cut you into pieces."
"We are both fifth-level true immortals. I can't touch you in the outside world."
"But in the Demon Buried Mountains..."
Xue Rui smiled ferociously and flicked his fingers.
"Wow."
A wave of fire swept through, burning the dead team members to ashes.
"Group of three, work together."
"Each group has a hummingbird and will find Mo Chen at all costs."
Xue Rui calculated: "Let's count how many hummingbirds there are."
Everyone whispered to each other and cleared each other's mind.
After a while, someone weakly replied: "Seventy-six."
Xue Rui strode forward without looking back: "Two hundred and ten people, divided into seventy groups, leading seventy hummingbirds."
"The remaining forty-eight people, take three hummingbirds and follow me."
"As long as Mo Chen is still in the central area, as long as he never breaks through the encirclement, it will be a matter of time to find him."
"The six-month hunt has only been over for a month, and we have enough time to play with him."
"Torture him well so that he can live but not die."
...
Suning has no idea about Xue Rui's layout and planning.
At this time, he was hiding in a tall hollow tree, sensing his clone's every move from a distance.
This magical power called "Nine Transformations of Spirits" was created by Semi-Saint Jiang Lin'an himself.
If the situation were not at stake, Suning would not expose it at all.
All parties suspected that he was the reincarnation of Jiang Lin'an because of the Dragon and Phoenix Dharma. Once they saw something fishy, Suning asked himself if he could even jump into the Yellow River to clean himself.
Yes, he took advantage of Jiuyang and rose from a mortal to the eighteenth level of martial arts. Now he is even more likely to become an immortal.
But Jiang Linan does not exist in Jiuyang's memory.
Just a few words, never mentioned.
To be precise, Jiang Lin'an fell into Taixu Mountain in the fairy world six thousand years ago and was indeed "reincarnated" in the small world of China by extraordinary means.
For some reason, he sealed the memory of his past life, reincarnated and reborn again and again, and the cycle continued.
Until Jiuyang appeared, his sealed memory suddenly became a little looser.
For unknown reasons, he forcibly stripped the memory from his mind, turned it into a memory soul, and hid it in Qingluan Cave, the Ziwei Forbidden Land.
It's true that Jiuyang is Jiang Linan's reincarnation, but he doesn't know it himself.
When Suning used the True Phoenix Dharma to devour his soul, he only swallowed the Nine Suns and had nothing to do with Jiang Linan.
So that night when he stepped into the Ziwei Forbidden Land and faced that "special" memory spirit, the story he told almost scared Suning to death.
Damn, I'm really afraid of whatever comes next.
He didn't want to get involved in any causal entanglement with Jiang Lin'an, so he was about to go to the fairy world. As a result, he was filled with joy and sorrow.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is fate that plays a trick on people.