"Since fellow Daoist(道友: fellow Daoist, a respectful term for a fellow cultivator) has nothing else, then I will take my leave." Seeing that the black-faced Nascent Soul cultivator remained silent for a long time, Zhang Ling casually cupped his hands and said. After speaking, without waiting for a reply, he directly transformed into a black light and sped away into the distance.
Black Wind Sanren(黑风散人: Black Wind Sanren, name of a person) watched him leave, not immediately chasing after him, still hesitating in place.
"Senior Black Wind(黑风: Black Wind, name of a person)… that person is also a Nascent Soul old monster, right?"
At this moment, a white light flew out from the collapsed rocks below, it was the middle-aged Confucian scholar from the Ye family. His face was covered in dust, looking extremely disheveled.
Just now, this old monster, seeing the treasure vault empty, almost killed him.
Black Wind Sanren(黑风散人: Black Wind Sanren, name of a person) had his thoughts interrupted by this sudden sound, and no longer looked in the direction Zhang Ling left. He looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar with a fierce expression, his eyes revealing murderous intent.
Raising his dry right hand, his hand was as sharp as an eagle's claw, black light flashing in his palm, immediately condensing into a sharp thorn. It flashed and pierced the middle-aged Confucian scholar's shoulder. The pain caused the Confucian scholar to scream wildly.
"Spare me… this junior(晚辈: junior, a humble term) doesn't know why there are no treasures in the treasure vault."
"Since you don't know, then you can die."
A cold light flashed in Black Wind Sanren's(黑风散人: Black Wind Sanren, name of a person) eyes, and with a light wave of his hand, the thorn pierced into the Confucian scholar's body flickered like a knife, and the Confucian scholar's terrified head flew from his neck, spraying out a stream of blood.
But then, a flash of white light flew out from his body, a vague gray-white figure, attached to a white jade small sword, screaming in terror, it was the Confucian scholar's soul.
A black light large hand of about ten feet in size waved, instantly pinching the Confucian scholar's soul. Only the white jade small sword was left, circling a few times in his palm, and then put into the storage bag.
The Confucian scholar's soul was completely destroyed, and this person's identity was the newly promoted head of the Ye family, who also had the strength of the late Golden Core stage, and was so easily killed.
Suddenly, Black Wind(黑风: Black Wind, name of a person) caught sight of the Confucian scholar's headless body falling to the ground. In his hand, he was still holding the wailing youth.
This youth's consciousness was confused after he searched his soul, and he had become a fool. Although he also had Foundation Establishment cultivation, he didn't know how to use it at all, and falling from a high altitude would definitely turn him into mincemeat.
Black Wind Sanren(黑风散人: Black Wind Sanren, name of a person) watched this scene calmly, as if appreciating the youth's death.
Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he released strands of black mist, once again forming a black light large hand, grabbing the foolish youth.
Then the black light large hand turned into black thorns, piercing the youth's body into countless bloody holes.
The youth still had a silly expression on his face, but his vitality had been cut off, and he died instantly.
Black Wind Sanren(黑风散人: Black Wind Sanren, name of a person) was casting spells with both hands, and a series of magic formulas hit the youth's body. Immediately, the blood flowing from the corpse quickly combined into a dozen blood-colored runes.
These runes overlapped, turning into several blood-colored butterflies. Flying in the air. After flying a few circles, the blood-colored butterflies flew towards the direction Zhang Ling left, as if sensing something.
"It really is this person."
Seeing the direction the blood-colored butterflies were flying, Black Wind Sanren's(黑风散人: Black Wind Sanren, name of a person) face was gloomy, and with a single grip, the youth's body exploded with a bang, turning into another piece of blood mist. Strands of blood-colored light flew out, all shooting into the blood color, gathering into a blood light ball in his hand, into the blood-colored butterflies.
Suddenly, several blood-colored butterflies overlapped, turning into a huge butterfly of two zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) in size. Black Wind Sanren(黑风散人: Black Wind Sanren, name of a person) flashed and stood on the butterfly, gently tapping his feet, a cloud of black mist submerged into the butterfly's body.
The butterfly issued a strange buzzing sound, a flap of its wings suddenly increased speed, with Black Wind Sanren(黑风散人: Black Wind Sanren, name of a person) chasing after Zhang Ling's departure direction.
The blood-colored butterfly is not a spiritual insect, but a secret technique he cast, the Blood Butterfly Tracking Technique. And this blood-colored butterfly is not actually tracking Zhang Ling, but Ye Chenming(叶晨明: Ye Chenming, name of a person) who was following Zhang Ling before.
This blood butterfly is made from the essence blood of Ye Chenming's(叶晨明: Ye Chenming, name of a person) younger brother, and naturally tracks the direct line of the Ye family cultivator.
Although Zhang Ling put Ye Chenming(叶晨明: Ye Chenming, name of a person) into the Two Instruments Gourd, when using the teleportation array, he also tainted some of this person's aura. This can be tracked.
And now Black Wind Sanren's(黑风散人: Black Wind Sanren, name of a person) target is really Zhang Ling. After thinking about it carefully, he understood that the Nascent Soul kid he had just discovered must be related to another direct descendant of the Ye family.
Based on this deduction, the treasure left by the Ye family ancestor must have been taken away by this kid. Black Wind Sanren(黑风散人: Black Wind Sanren, name of a person) was angry in his heart, the treasure that was easily available was actually taken first by others, this is what he can not tolerate.
With all his divine sense spread out, within a few breaths, his divine sense covered more than a hundred miles of area in the direction Zhang Ling left.
But what made Black Wind's(黑风: Black Wind, name of a person) face gloomy was that his divine sense did not detect the person who had just left.
How is this possible.
Although he was careless just now and didn't leave this person, only ten or so breaths have passed, even if that kid is a Nascent Soul cultivation, it is impossible to escape more than a hundred miles at once.
Unless this person uses a special escaping technique, or uses some kind of secret method to hide his figure, then he can not be detected. Fortunately, the butterfly transformed with secret technique can still sense a trace of faint aura.
But after a while, Black Wind Sanren(黑风散人: Black Wind Sanren, name of a person) flew five or sixty miles, and the strange butterfly under his feet hovered nearby, and no longer flew forward.
He repeatedly urged the secret technique several times, the butterfly did not respond at all, and also lost the target. This made Black Wind Sanren's(黑风散人: Black Wind Sanren, name of a person) face gloomy, and searched nearby.
But it was destined to return without success.
In fact, the location where Black Wind Sanren(黑风散人: Black Wind Sanren, name of a person) is now stopped is where Zhang Ling disappeared.
Just now, after Zhang Ling flew five or sixty miles, he no longer felt Black Wind Sanren's(黑风散人: Black Wind Sanren, name of a person) divine sense. He immediately put away the Black Tortoise, and covered the Metamorphic Mud on his body, completely hiding his aura.
At this moment, he was not flying in the sky, and sneaking to the ground. He has reached a depth of thousands of feet underground. Even if the Nascent Soul cultivator's divine sense is strong, he can not detect his current location without knowing the direction.
Zhang Ling used the earth escaping technique to travel underground for two hours, estimating that he has left thousands of miles. He was relieved, and directly opened up a simple stone cave underground, temporarily rest.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground to meditate, recover the consumption just now. Thinking in his heart, if this Nascent Soul cultivator shot at him, he could also deal with it calmly.
After all, the Black Tortoise had not been exposed at that time, and the black-faced man with a baleful aura was only in the early Nascent Soul stage. With his and the Black Tortoise's cooperation, not to mention killing this person, it was not difficult to severely damage this person.
Choosing to temporarily avoid sharpness, or because he had just condensed Nascent Soul, and the several magical powers he had chosen had not been cultivate completed, he could avoid fighting with other Nascent Souls, it was naturally better to avoid it.
Anyway, the treasure left by the Ye family ancestor has been obtained, and there is a chance to escape, Zhang Ling will naturally not entangle with that person.
After all, the cultivators who can condensed Nascent Soul are not ordinary people, and if they really fight, he will inevitably be injured.
