Chapter 193 Confrontation (Please Subscribe, Please Bookmark)

Although the defensive spiritual weapon can block most of the attacking force, it still inevitably produces a backlash force that directly acts on the body of the cultivator.

However, this force is not obvious. If the defensive spiritual weapon cannot be broken, it will naturally not cause too much persecution to the cultivator. On the contrary, it can burst out with considerable power, just like the result faced by the skinny cultivator now.

From the explosion of the twelve fire beads to the current backward flight of the cultivator, the whole process lasted only three or five breaths in total, which can be said to be a victory or defeat in a flash.

After all, the disabled cultivator chasing behind was inevitably affected by some of his body, but it was enough to catch up. The wooden stick that had been acting as his right leg carried a huge force across the void, and even a sharp sound of cutting through the void was heard.

Almost at the moment when Sun Mingsheng broke the interception, it appeared behind his back and hit his spine directly. A clear and audible sound came, and a burst of severe pain made his face appear strangely distorted.

A layer of fiery red light shield on the body surface did not play any role in buffering the attacking wooden stick. With the help of a huge force, Sun Mingsheng's speed suddenly increased, and he quickly distanced himself from the disabled monk in the middle stage of foundation building.

At this time, the skinny monk had just stood up from the ground, and the two could only watch his figure disappear again.

"I would rather face the old man's attack head-on. There must be valuable spiritual objects on him. We must not let him escape. Keep chasing him." The leading monk did not hesitate at all.

After the skinny monk refined a special elixir with a yellowish earthy color and a fishy smell, his pale face quickly turned ruddy.

The two of them joined forces to each offer a pair of small flying magic tools like wind and fire wheels, and once again turned into a stream of light and disappeared between the vast sky and earth.

The two flying instruments were obviously made by the same Qi Refining cultivator. During the flight, the auras of the two people merged together, and the original speed was suddenly increased by 30% without any consumption. This was not good news for Sun Mingsheng who was fleeing in front.

"Ahem, this caravan trip was really difficult. We encountered two life-and-death crises in a short period of time." Sun Mingsheng's face became more and more ugly.

The power from the disabled cultivator's wooden stick could only provide a relatively short period of acceleration. Facing the enemy cultivator who was chasing him, he also showed an anxious look on his face.

As time passed, the distance between the two sides became closer and closer, and because of the continuous heavy damage, the recovery of the mana in the Dantian was also at a point where it was not enough.

This chase and escape lasted for a full day and night. Although the direction was not identified during the process, and it was constantly turning to delay time as much as possible, the main direction was still the location of Pingyang County.

"Ming Wang, we must go all out to return to the family in the shortest possible time. It's one against three. If there is a slight delay, Ming Sheng's life will be in danger." Sun Youzhang, the only elder monk of the You generation, appeared on the flying magic weapon and gave instructions.

This You generation monk is also a four-spiritual root monk. He was promoted to the ninth level of Qi Refining after sufficient time to polish. In the past, he was quite low-key in the caravan. In addition to completing his own tasks, he did not perform other performances.

However, once something unexpected happened during the caravan's journey, these experienced elders would immediately stand up to make plans and even make the final decision.

This is also the fundamental reason why the family habitually sends an elder monk to participate in some more dangerous situations.

Perhaps due to their own qualifications, their cultivation strength and combat effectiveness are not the strongest, but their extremely rich experience in the past can play a role in stabilizing people's hearts at critical moments.

"Fourteenth uncle, I have already ordered everyone to take turns to control the flying magic tools and move forward day and night. They must return to the family for help within two days." Sun Mingwang has also calmed down.

The sun rises and the moon sets, the day and night alternate, and time flies. During the mutual pursuit and fighting of the three cultivators, the whole situation has not changed too obviously.

On a large grassland, Sun Mingsheng was panting, and with every heavy breath, a trace of blood would seep out of the wound under his neck.

The powder after a layer of healing elixir was crushed still did not play a little role, and his face looked even paler.

On an endless grassland, Sun Mingsheng's figure was intercepted by the two enemy cultivators and stopped again.

Although the escape along the way was assisted by the two demon beast souls, the consumption of mana in the dantian by the successive battles was still not a small number.

After several second-level inferior elixir was desperately refined, the mana in the dantian was only a thin layer, less than half.

If he continued to flee, he could only hold out for half a day at most, and would lose all his remaining fighting power, becoming a fish waiting to be slaughtered without any chance of fighting back. This was obviously unacceptable to Sun Mingsheng.

Even if he faced failure and death in the end, he would die in the battle, and he would definitely not want to go to the underworld alone, even if he dragged a cultivator to die with him.

As for the two foundation-building pills from this transaction, if it comes to the last moment, he will definitely destroy them completely so that they will not become the spoils of the enemy cultivators in front of him.

"You and I have no grudges, why do you two fellow Taoists have to pursue us so closely? Are you so aggressive? Aren't you afraid of the revenge of my Sun family?" Sun Mingsheng's tone was full of threats.

"The Sun family is just a small family in a remote corner. How many cultivators in the foundation-building stage are there? How strong is the highest cultivator?" The skinny cultivator was full of contempt, and he didn't care about a small family in a remote corner.

"It has come to this point. What's the point of Daoyou continuing to delay time? If you are willing to hand over the spiritual objects, you can leave a whole body." The disabled cultivator said lightly, his eyes pointed directly at the true meaning of verbal confrontation.

The two enemy cultivators had the upper hand in the past few battles, but they were not unscathed. The black and red wound on the skinny cultivator's abdomen still had a burnt smell.

The disabled monk in the lead had a wooden staff that served as his right leg, which was constantly stained with blood. His already disabled leg was once again severely injured, which would have a more obvious impact on the future.

The atmosphere between the three people became more and more severe, and the battle was about to break out. Sun Mingsheng's face became more and more gloomy, and his eyes kept scanning around, trying to find a way out.

However, after several fierce battles, both sides had a sufficient understanding of each other's methods. The two of them went all out and basically made up for some of the shortcomings in the past.