Immortal Road

From the experience gained in the past few days, Ishikawa was able to confirm that the cultivators of Qingyun Sect could find him by the red light spot. Although the blind dragon had swallowed the red light spot and the soul together, Ishikawa's position had been exposed.

If it was an ordinary foundation-building cultivator, Ishikawa naturally didn't have to worry. Even if they followed the trail, they couldn't catch up with Ishikawa.

But if the Jindan cultivator came in person, this would be troublesome.

Ishikawa tried his best to escape to Qingyun Sect.

Originally, it was not far from Qingyun Sect, so after a while, Ishikawa could already see Wuling Sect.

At this time, Ishikawa suddenly felt a sharp pain in his consciousness.

A powerful consciousness covered Ishikawa's consciousness. Ishikawa felt that his consciousness was completely covered, and the covered consciousness formed a shackle, which slowly shrank, almost compressing Ishikawa's consciousness into a small ball.

The pain brought by the consciousness made Ishikawa snort coldly, and he almost fell off the flying sword.

Obviously, the person who could cause such an impact must have a good cultivation base, and it is very likely that he is the Jindan-stage cultivator from Qingyun Sect.

Ishikawa put all his strength into running towards Wuling Sect. As long as he reaches Wuling Sect, Patriarch Qi will not ignore this matter.

Ishikawa was also secretly puzzled. Jin Wushu is the person with the highest cultivation base in Wuling Sect, except Patriarch Qi. He actually defected to Qingyun Sect?

Even if this person defected to Qingyun Sect, there was no need to risk the risk of being exposed to target Ishikawa, because Ishikawa was just an insignificant person to Wuling Sect.

Before Ishikawa could think about it, the pain in his consciousness came again. Ishikawa's consciousness was like being put on shackles. Every time it was tightened, Ishikawa felt more pain. Ishikawa clenched his teeth, and beads of sweat fell from his forehead.

"Boy, surrender. As long as you hand over the sword, I will spare your life." A voice suddenly came from Ishikawa's mind.

This voice is very familiar. The tone is very similar to the young man Ishikawa met in Qingyun Sect. The leader of Luoyun Sect called him a ghost spirit that day. That man, like Kong Yao, the leader of Luoyun Sect, is an old monster who has lived for thousands of years.

The young man who died in the Tianyuan Treasury should have been possessed by a wisp of his consciousness, and the man who is chasing Ishikawa now should also be his spiritual clone.

Ishikawa instantly understood that this trip had been calculated by someone. This person must have come for the mining pick magic weapon.

Ishikawa has hidden the mining pick magic weapon in the valley, and the ghost spirit will never find him through the mining pick magic weapon.

Ishikawa guessed that he was chased by several monks on the way to Wulingmen. It is very likely that these people guessed Ishikawa's identity through a series of things such as Yunqing Sword.

In any case, only the Five Spirits Gate can allow Ishikawa to temporarily escape for a moment.

The spiritual consciousness shackles are getting closer and closer, and Ishikawa's face has turned livid. This kind of mental pain is completely different from the physical pain. If it weren't for Ishikawa's strong spiritual consciousness, his mind would have been devoured by the ghost.

There are still hundreds of feet away from the Water Spirit Gate. Ishikawa has already felt that the ghost is not far behind him. His escape speed is very fast. Ishikawa's escape speed is much slower than the ghost. The spiritual consciousness is under such a strong attack, and the escape speed is even slower.

At this moment, the black blind dragon in Ishikawa's spiritual consciousness suddenly swam out from above Ishikawa's spiritual consciousness and violently hit the spiritual power shackles.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" After three consecutive hits, the spiritual consciousness shackles were somewhat loosened by the blind dragon. Ishikawa also felt a little better.

The blind dragon stretched his body slightly, opened his mouth wide, and actually started to gnaw the spiritual consciousness shackles.

This spiritual shackle seemed very delicious. The blind dragon devoured it voraciously. In just a short moment, it completely swallowed the spiritual shackle into its stomach.

Without the spiritual shackle, Ishikawa's escape speed increased immediately.

A young man in a white Taoist robe appeared less than 300 feet away from Ishikawa.

He waved his hand, and a blood-red flying sword flew out from his sleeves and flew behind Ishikawa in an instant.

This blood-red flying sword was different from the flying swords used by other Qingyunmen monks. The bloody aura on this sword was very strong. Ishikawa felt a strong murderous aura at a distance of dozens of feet. The whole flying sword seemed to be dripping with blood.

The sword was about to hit Ishikawa, and its escape speed suddenly slowed down a lot.

At the same time, the monk also cried out with his head in his hands.

Ishikawa took this opportunity to directly open a big hole on the mountain protection formation.

After entering the Wuling Gate, Ishikawa ran straight to the main peak without stopping.

After the man in white screamed in pain, he chopped with the blood-red flying sword in his hand, breaking a large hole of dozens of feet in the mountain protection formation.

In a blink of an eye, the man in white came to the square of the Wuling Gate and searched everywhere.

The disciples in the Wuling Gate were all panicked when they saw a man breaking the mountain protection formation and flying in with a sword.

The sword in this man's hand was the symbol of the Qingyun Gate monk.

The blood-red flying sword held by the white monk exuded a strong bloody smell.

"Bold, Wuling Gate dares to break in!" A majestic voice came from top to bottom. Ancestor Qi also immediately discovered the breath of this person. He flew out of the cave.

"Little waste, you are not dead yet?" The man in white immediately sneered after seeing Ancestor Qi.

At this moment, there were also thousands of Wulingmen disciples on the square. The white-clothed man's voice was so loud that everyone could hear it clearly.

"Looking for death! Since you've come to my door today, don't leave." Patriarch Qi made a seal with his hands, and five spiritual lights flew out from his sleeves. These five spiritual lights entangled together. Finally, they turned into the shape of a sword. Under the sunlight, it exuded a brilliant light.

"You five-spiritual root waste, dare to show off in front of me." The white-clothed man spit out a black flying sword from his mouth, waved his hand casually, and the flying sword flew out, and instantly soared to three feet. With another wave of his hand, the black flying sword stabbed out, with a black tail several feet long behind it.

Wherever the black tail passed, all the bluestones collapsed, and the Qi training period cultivators died on the spot.

Patriarch Qi naturally couldn't sit idly by. Soon, the two flying swords fought together. However, the black flying sword of the white-robed monk was extremely corrosive. After a while, cracks appeared on the sword of Patriarch Qi.

The ground was also in a mess.

Patriarch Qi roared, and a huge water dragon condensed in the air. Shichuan, who was hiding hundreds of feet away and watching, felt that the water spirit power around his body was rushing towards Patriarch Qi.

"Go!" Patriarch Qi roared, and the water dragon immediately rushed towards the white-robed monk.

The water dragon was dark blue all over, and huge water droplets spewed out of its mouth.

"That's all you can do." The white-robed monk smiled coldly, pinched out a spell in his hand, and the black air on the black sword immediately spread out, quickly covering an area of ​​50 feet in radius.

The water dragon's movements became sluggish in the black fog, and at the same time, the water dragon's body was slowly corroded. Not long after, many large holes were slowly corroded on the water dragon's body.

Ordinary Qi training monks died immediately upon contact with the black fog, and the spiritual herbs and trees planted also withered and died instantly.

Those Qi training monks who were hiding in the stone house fled in panic.

"Run away! Run away! The Five Spirit Sect is going to be destroyed." The man in white laughed and shouted: "Little waste, let the boy who just came back from your sect bring back the things I want, and I will spare you today, otherwise this day next year will be your death day."

Patriarch Qi looked at the monks fleeing in all directions, frowned, and a trace of anger appeared on his face. The lives of these Qi training monks are indeed worthless, but it is these people who maintain the operation of the Five Spirit Sect.

As for what the man in white said, Patriarch Qi didn't even listen.

"Hurry!" Patriarch Qi shouted again, and a large green flag appeared in his hand.

There was a green dragon printed on the flag. Patriarch Qi shook it hard, and the green dragon on the big flag seemed to be alive, and slowly crawled on the big flag.

Patriarch Qi poured all his spiritual power into the green flag, and soon his face turned pale.

"Roar!" A dragon roared in the sky above the Five Spirits Gate, like thunder, and the sky was instantly covered by a layer of dark clouds.

A green dragon circled out from the dark clouds, and when he looked at the green flag again, it was empty, nothing was left.

As soon as the green dragon appeared, it immediately ran towards the man in white.

"Interesting." The man in white sneered, "I didn't expect to see such a treasure here again. If you have the cultivation of the late foundation building, you can rely on this green dragon flag to fight me, but now it's not possible."

The man in white pinched out a few spells in his hand, and the black flying sword spun wildly in the air for dozens of times. There were bursts of black wind blowing out of it.

The black wind connected into pieces, gathered together one by one, forming a dense black fog. In an instant, it enveloped more than a hundred feet.

The black fog spread more and more, and soon, it enveloped Patriarch Qi.

Patriarch Qi frowned, and was immediately covered by a light shield, but he stood still, controlling the green dragon and rushing towards the man in white.

The man in white continued to expand the range of the black fog, and on the other hand, he used the black fog around him to condense into the shape of a big bird and fought with the green dragon.

However, this big bird was obviously not at an advantage and was quickly torn into pieces by the green dragon, but several more black birds condensed out in an instant.

A cold sweat flowed on Patriarch Qi's forehead.

This white monk seemed to be much more difficult to deal with last time.

While Patriarch Qi and the white monk were in a stalemate, the black fog had spread hundreds of feet and was very close to where Ishikawa was hiding.