“Senior Brother, you are too weak!”
“He’s just a Cultivator at the Qi Refinement Stage Eleventh Level, how come you still haven’t dealt with him?”
A hint of disdain was revealed in the woman’s tone.
He Pingsheng separated his Divine Thought and scanned the woman’s cultivation: Foundation Establishment Stage First Level.
“What the hell do you know?!” Changping Daoist cursed, “Open your eyes and look carefully, can you break this shield?”
Only then did the woman’s gaze fall upon the shield around He Pingsheng’s body.
She reached out and took out her Flying Sword, expanding it before fiercely striking it.
As a result, the shield remained as steady as a mountain.
“This…” The woman was slightly startled and said, “A second-grade defensive Talisman, and… its quality is very High Grade!”
“It even reached High Grade!”
“Not good!” The woman suddenly saw the Mountain Moving Talisman in He Pingsheng’s hand and said, “Senior Brother… another… another second-grade Talisman!”
“Oh my, it seems its quality is also very high, could it be High Grade?”
Seeing He Pingsheng activating the Talisman, the woman instantly retreated.
“Damn it…” Changping Daoist also turned and ran.
It wasn’t that he had no means of resistance; there were a few second-grade Talismans in his Storage Pouch.
He even had one defensive type.
However, these items were purchased by him at a huge cost.
He didn’t want to waste them on a mere Qi Refinement Stage Disciple.
The best way was to let this kid activate the Talisman.
So what if you activated it?
Once activated, if I ran, this Talisman would be useless.
When the Spiritual Qi on the Talisman dissipated, I would come back to deal with you.
This was the safest and most cost-effective method.
Bang…
Just as the two of them had rapidly retreated, a small mountain instantly condensed above He Pingsheng’s head.
The small mountain was tens of zhang in circumference, with a dark and heavy body, appearing incredibly massive.
“Fall…”
He Pingsheng waved his hand, and the small mountain above his head flew out with a whoosh, descending towards Changping Daoist’s head.
Changping Daoist never expected that he had already retreated a hundred zhang, yet this small mountain could still be thrown out.
How was that possible?
One must know that the attack range of this Talisman was related to the caster’s Divine Thought.
Attacking beyond a hundred zhang meant that the kid opposite had also reached a hundred zhang in Divine Thought.
Qi Refinement Stage Eleventh Level, Divine Thought of a hundred zhang?
Was this possible?!
Shouldn’t a Qi Refinement Stage Eleventh Level Cultivator’s Divine Thought only be fifty or sixty zhang?
However, he no longer had time to ponder this question.
“Open…” The old man directly waved his hand and summoned his defensive Magic Treasure.
A round small shield.
After Spiritual Qi was injected into the small shield, it instantly expanded into a large circular shield.
The large shield was a full ten zhang in circumference.
He also wanted to summon his own defensive Talisman, but there was no way!
There was simply no time.
Because just like He Pingsheng, he also needed three breaths of time to expand a second-grade Talisman.
Where would he find three breaths of time now?
Bang…
Changping Daoist almost injected all of his Spiritual Qi into this shield.
As a result, this shield did block the small mountain’s single strike.
However, the light membrane of the shield was instantly torn apart.
And Changping Daoist was also sent flying a hundred zhang.
“Pfft… pfft pfft pfft…” Changping Daoist spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, already severely wounded.
He looked up and saw that He Pingsheng was actually walking towards him.
Looking again, he was shocked to find that the small mountain did not disappear after one strike; it was still hovering above He Pingsheng’s head.
“Not good!” The old man endured the severe pain, waved his hand, and summoned his Flying Sword, saying, “Junior Sister, run!”
The two flew on their swords, turning into streaks of light and soaring into the Void Realm.
However, what the old man didn’t expect was that just as he flew into the Void Realm, He Pingsheng also came flying on his sword from behind.
Looking from afar, He Pingsheng was not only flying on his sword, but he also had a Vajra Talisman shield around his body, and the dark small mountain was still hovering above his head.
“Damn it…” The old man said, “How is this possible?”
“How can a Qi Refinement Stage Cultivator fly on a sword?”
“Junior Sister… you and I must work together to kill this fellow!”
“Otherwise, if this operation is exposed, we will surely die!”
He thought Qin Mingyue would help him, but he never expected that Qin Mingyue was also scared stiff at this moment; she only cared about escaping on her sword, disappearing in a few breaths.
And behind him, He Pingsheng’s figure was getting closer and closer.
“How bitter, how bitter…”
“Today, this old man will be buried here!”
“Damn it… I’ll risk it…”
The old man endured his injuries and waved his hand, taking out his only second-grade defensive Talisman.
“Open…”
Three breaths later, he expanded the Talisman.
A spherical light shield enveloped the old man’s body.
At this moment, He Pingsheng finally caught up with Changping.
“Fall…”
He Pingsheng commanded the small mountain with his Divine Thought, smashing it towards the old man again.
Bang…
The small mountain touched the defensive shield, and the shield Changping had expanded was instantly torn apart, then the black small mountain violently landed on Changping Daoist’s body.
“Pfft…”
Changping Daoist once again spat out a mouthful of fresh blood with a bang, and then fell from his Flying Sword into the deep valley.
His body slammed onto a huge rock in the valley with a bang, instantly shattering into pieces, deader than dead.
Whoosh…
He Pingsheng landed in the deep valley the next moment.
The old man was dead!
But the things on him couldn’t be lost.
After a search, He Pingsheng found a Medium Grade Spiritual Artifact Flying Sword and a Storage Pouch.
At this moment, the Mountain Moving Talisman above He Pingsheng’s head was also completely depleted.
However, the shield expanded by the Vajra Talisman outside his body was still there.
Because less than a tenth of its energy had been consumed.
He Pingsheng didn’t close the shield, and just like that, he flew up on his sword again, chasing after the woman named Qin Mingyue.
As a result, he chased for a long time but didn’t see any trace of Qin Mingyue.
She must have already fled far away.
He Pingsheng was not discouraged by this.
The monk may run away, but the temple won’t.
This time, the Beast Controlling Sect and the Hou Family colluded to scheme against him and Cheng Siyu; after this matter is reported to the Sect, it will surely cause a huge stir throughout the Alliance.
Let’s see what the Hou Family will say then.
Oh, right!
Third Senior Sister.
From Qin Mingyue’s words just now, it seemed Cheng Siyu had already been killed.
Let’s see.
Unfortunately, He Pingsheng searched for a long time in the vicinity but did not find Cheng Siyu’s corpse.
Never mind!
If he couldn’t find her, he wouldn’t look anymore.
He Pingsheng flew up on his sword and returned to the mountain peak where the group had previously stopped.
From afar, he saw a person standing on the mountain peak: Hou Muling.
On the ground beside Hou Muling, there were also two corpses lying.
Hou Muling saw the sword light flying from afar and knew there was a Cultivator flying on a sword; at first, she thought it was either Qin Mingyue or Changping Daoist, but as they got closer, she realized it was actually He Pingsheng.
At this moment, Hou Muling’s mind went blank.
She immediately took out a paper crane and tried to escape.
But how could He Pingsheng let her have her way?
Hiss…
A clump of dark green vines emerged from underground, instantly coiling around Hou Muling’s body.
Then, seven poisonous thorns flew out, fiercely piercing into her body.
Hou Muling immediately lost consciousness and fell to the ground with a thump.
He Pingsheng did not kill her; he merely controlled the poison to knock the woman unconscious.
This was a very good human witness; she couldn’t be lost.