Although Yuan Chen didn't look back, a huge fireball roared away and hit him directly behind him.
Sparks flew everywhere, and Yuan Chen slowly turned around, but saw no one, only a huge boulder that was blown into a puff of smoke.
"You've chased me all the way and you still want to run away? It's too late!"
Yuan Chen stood there without moving, but with him as the center, one after another small and exquisite magic circles appeared out of thin air, densely covering a three-foot radius.
The formation patterns of many formations were connected and turned into a fine spider web, and any movement on the web could not escape his perception.
"Here it is!"
Yuan Chen's eyes were like lightning, and he quickly found a flying blood-red figure.
The blood-red figure moved quickly, back and forth, moving around like a ghost. Even though the formation had sensed her presence, it could never catch its movements.
The spiritual light was still gathering above the magic circle, but before the gathered spiritual power began to explode, the blood-red figure suddenly floated far away.
"It's running pretty fast, but it's of no use. Just come here obediently!"
The overwhelming black rope surged out from the magic circle, and its momentum caused everything around it to stop, including of course the blood-red figure.
Strong pressure acted on the blood-red figure, as if the air was crowding out the blood-red figure, trying to crush it into a piece of meat.
Uh... ghost cake?
Yuan Chen quietly looked at the blood-red figure that had been fixed in mid-air and confirmed its identity.
At this time, everything around him had been frozen by Yuan Chen, and the image of the blood-red figure gradually became clearer.
The blood-red figure should be a woman, with disheveled hair, a twisted and ferocious face, and a pair of blood-red eyes bulging out, as if they would burst out at any time.
Such an image, coupled with the ghostly aura surrounding him, together illustrate the identity of this blood-red figure - a blood-clothed fierce ghost.
The Daoxian Sect is a major sect of the Taoist sect and has its own ability to shield evil spirits. Logically speaking, all kinds of demons and ghosts cannot break through the sect's formation. How can there be evil ghosts appearing?
A faint question flashed through Yuan Chen's mind, and before he had time to think, the blood-clothed ghost broke free from the shackles of the formation.
Wisps of blood-red ghost energy emerged from the bodies of the blood-clothed ghosts, and on each ray of ghost energy, a small face appeared, as if the ghosts who were not allowed to be reincarnated were screaming and wailing.
Under the screams of these small ghosts, the blood-clothed ghost struggled even more fiercely. It broke free from the binding power of the magic circle and rushed towards Yuan Chen with a roar.
"No matter who you are, you have to be honest in front of me." Yuan Chen smiled slightly, picked up the mallet in his hand and swung it.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but a trace of ridicule flashed in the eyes of the blood-clothed ghost. The power on the ghost's claws became more powerful. The blood-red ghost energy flew out like a sharp blade, like flying knives shooting at Yuan Chen.
Among the ghosts, the most ferocious are the evil ghosts, and the most ferocious among the evil ghosts are the blood-clothed evil spirits. Almost all monks know that the blood-clothed evil spirits have little sanity. Once they see raw flesh and blood, they will be impatient, even if they meet the same kind.
He only thinks about biting and devouring.
Even such a ferocious ghost would show such a look after attacking, which shows how much it disdains the wooden hammer in Yuan Chen's hand.
The two collided, and the result was unexpected. The wooden hammer in Yuan Chen's hand smashed the flying knife formed by the ghost energy into clouds of flying ghost mist, and smashed the blood-clothed ghost into a human form.
The blood-clothed fierce ghost's tyranny was fully demonstrated. Even though it had been smashed into a human shape, it was able to regroup in a very short period of time. It only took a few breaths to regain a ferocious blood-colored face.
The recovered blood-clothed ghost was about to cry when he saw Yuan Chen flexing his finger, and a flash of light the size of a soybean flew from his fingertips.
The flash of light swelled in the wind, and soon changed from the size of a soybean to the size of a fist, and then quickly turned into a huge alchemy furnace as tall as a person.
The raging flames flowed and surrounded the surface of the alchemy furnace, and did not weaken at all even in the wind. As it approached the blood-clothed ghost, the lid of the alchemy furnace suddenly lifted up, swallowing the blood-clothed ghost inside.
The moment he swallowed the blood-clothed ghost, the flying furnace lid was slammed down, giving the blood-clothed ghost no chance to escape.
The blood-clothed ghost who came back to his senses rushed left and right in the alchemy furnace, but was unable to break the shackles of the alchemy furnace. He could only let the flames in it burn his body, and the ghost energy was scattered.
A shrill scream rang out from the alchemy furnace, but Yuan Chen didn't pay attention. Instead, he patted the alchemy furnace with great concern and asked cordially: "Little sister, how are you doing in there?"
"I see that your face is flushed and the colors of your clothes are too bright and colorful. It is very easy for you to suffer a loss while walking in this world. I am worried that you will suffer a loss, so I plan to let you go back to the old age and remake it. Don't thank me too much."
"As for me, I don't have many other advantages, just two words - sincerity. You can transform yourself in peace, and when you come out, I will treat you to a big meal, a completely vegetarian one."
I don't know if Yuan Chen's words were too scary, but a slight noise suddenly came from the Forbidden God Peak, which had been silent at first, as if some small animal was frightened and couldn't help but run deep into the dense forest.
"Run, run, run, you know how to run, but to run away when you meet someone as amiable as me is really shameless."
After dealing with the threat behind him, Yuan Chen didn't stop much. He threw the alchemy furnace into the storage array and then ran towards the depths of the Forbidden God Peak.
The seemingly light wooden hammer was swung unconsciously in Yuan Chen's hand, and from time to time it would fly away the leaves in front of him, clearing obstacles to his progress.
Occasionally, if he exerts too much force, the wooden hammer in Yuan Chen's hand will hit the trees in front of him. The wooden hammer, which looks light and light, seems to be as heavy as a stone, leaving one shallow dent after another on the trunk.
If you look carefully, you can see that the hammer mark on the tree trunk is flashing with aura, and the flashing aura is exactly a number - one by one, the bachelor maker.
I want your soul to be No. 11, one of three thousand. Yuan Chen prefers to call it the Single Maker.
"Since the mastermind behind this is a man, I should use this spiritual treasure to give him a blessing and save him from feeling uneasy."
Yuan Chen clearly knew who the enemy he was about to face, and could probably guess what was strange about the enemy, so he had a plan in mind and ran very fast.
With one hammer, he knocked away the things coming from the darkness ahead, and Yuan Chen felt a little bit of anger rising in his heart.
The Forbidden God Peak prohibits the existence of spiritual energy, so neither Yuan Chen nor the beings running in the darkness use spiritual power to leave the body, but only use real weapons or spiritual weapons to fight.
Even the hidden weapon that just struck was a dart commonly used by people in the mortal world.
"Hmph, I thought you would have some other tricks to hide here, but I didn't expect that you would use this kind of gadget. It really disappoints me."
Yuan Chen chased after him quickly, not forgetting to taunt the enemy running ahead.
Listening to Yuan Chen's ridicule, the person running in front slowed down a little, as if hesitating whether to turn around and fight to the death, but after only a few breaths, he returned to his original speed.
"He doesn't look back like this. It seems that the thing in his body has a great influence on him. Otherwise, with his narrow-mindedness, how could he let me ridicule him like this."
Yuan Chen's eyes flashed with curiosity, and he became more and more interested in the enemy.
Driven by this interest, Yuan Chen's footsteps became even faster, and the distance between him and the person in front became closer and closer, and he would be able to catch up in a short time.
The people running ahead seemed to have accelerated to the extreme, and the faint sound of breathing came from the darkness.
There is no spiritual support in the Forbidden God Peak. People with advanced cultivation outside are just ordinary people here, and it is difficult to adapt to it for a while.
It's not easy for the man in the darkness to be able to keep running away at such a speed for a long time.
Yuan Chen didn't want to catch the person in front of him quickly. Whenever he got closer to him, he would consciously slow down and keep the distance within a certain range.
This kind of behavior only makes the people in front of you more anxious. Being caught is not scary, but what is scary is that it is so indistinct, almost but not close.
I don't know how long it took, but the man running like crazy in front finally stopped, and the sound of heavy breathing sounded in the depths of the forest, sounding like a patient who was about to expire.