Chapter 133
The Purple Vine Woman's Vine Immortal Boat is woven from the threads of a woman's emotions.
A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; a woman's emotional changes are the most unpredictable thing in the world, with no rules whatsoever.
As a result, the man in the cloth strip grabbed a vital spot and gently pulled it.
The three-zhang-long Vine Immortal Boat was instantly dismembered, turning into withered branches and fallen leaves in the blink of an eye, hissing and emitting poisonous smoke.
The man holding the cloth strip loosened his grip and almost got poisoned.
The nine members of the Saint Demon Sect immediately dispersed, standing on nine tall, withered trees, forming a nine-sided encirclement.
The man in the cloth strip stood suspended in the middle.
His Cultivation Level seemed to be only at Nascent Soul stage. His not-so-tall figure exuded a chilling aura, and his whole body radiated an extremely dangerous presence.
Is the Saint Demon Sect getting worse with each generation? Qiu Renjun's aquiline nose twitched, and his fox-like eyes narrowed slightly.
The person's voice was strange, as if it carried some kind of ancient, mysterious sound, making it impossible to discern their true voice.
The black robe was engraved with some complex and difficult-to-understand symbols, somewhat similar to the attire of the Apostle.
However, his figure Spiritual Pressure also carried a trace of the Demonic Sect's mark...
"Who are you?"
Qiu Renjun asked in a deep voice.
The man in the cloth strip didn't respond. Instead, he stared in Lu Pingtian's direction, his eyes, like flames from the abyss, seeing through everything.
" With the Heavenly Demon Body, you might have become a great figure if you had been nurtured earlier, but unfortunately, the times are too short for you to become a powerful being."
Lu Pingtian regained his strength, slowly closed his eyes, and then suddenly opened them again.
The sky, too, opened its eyes.
Their eyes, dim as the glow of sunset, seemed to blend into the sky, indistinguishable from each other.
Suddenly, he drew his sword.
A sword slashed out—
With a splash of blood, the surrounding forest, stretching for dozens of miles, fell to the ground in a flash.
A fan-shaped basin was carved out, and upon closer inspection, the cross-section of the broken wood was covered with crimson demonic patterns.
This sword strike was so fast that it was imperceptible to the naked eye.
The man in the cloth strip remained unmoved.
The space it occupied suddenly folded over, and then folded back over in an instant.
This allowed him to avoid the sword strike.
His black robes were as still as water, not even disturbed by the gusts of wind stirred up by the sword energy.
Qiu Renjun's fox-like eyes narrowed slightly.
Spatial folding! This shouldn't be a spell that Nascent Soul Stage cultivator could cast!
Just as the man in the cloth strip folded the space to avoid Lu Pingtian's Heavenly Demon Sword slash, eight poisonous vines had already trapped his body.
The space suddenly distorted, reversing in the opposite direction of the direction in which the poison stinger was bound.
The man in the cloth strip used this to break free from the poisonous thorns.
They even took out a small bottle and dripped a drop of mysterious potion onto the stinger.
Fight poison with poison!
The thorny vines withered and died instantly...
"How can someone like this, a fraud, become an elder?"
The man in the cloth strip stood with his hands behind his back, unmoving. Throughout the entire incident, it was the space that was in motion, but the man himself remained still.
After much planning, Qiu Renjun put away his hand gestures.
"White Coffin."
A semi-transparent White Coffin surrounded the man in the cloth strip from all sides.
This is a barrier that freezes space.
It was as if a cubic glacier had frozen the man in the strip of cloth inside.
"If it were a perfect White Coffin, I might already be dead, but unfortunately there are still flaws in the details."
A spherical blood pattern automatically condensed around the man in the cloth strip.
"Reincarnation Blood Sacrifice".
Its body twisted and contorted in a spiral before exploding with a deafening roar.
The White Coffin was filled with blood.
"Suicide?"
At the same time, after Lu Pingtian's sword strike, he sat cross-legged weakly on a tree branch.
Suddenly!
A spherical blood pattern appeared behind him, replicating the cloth-strip man's physical body on the spot.
"I want to talk to you."
The man in the cloth strip suicidally transferred his physical body, came behind Lu Pingtian, grabbed his shoulder, and escaped through a spatial fold.
The Purple Vine Woman's eyes flickered, and several high-level vines wrapped around the cloth strip man on the spot, pulling him away into the folded space.
Sudden!
A black flame spread out from the depths of space, instantly engulfing and burning the vines.
This gave Qiu Renjun a moment's time.
"Chase the sword."
A black shadow flashed from his sleeve, and a sword flew out like lightning, chasing into the folded space.
Qiu Renjun used his Body Integration Realm Spiritual Pressure to pursue Lu Pingtian on his sword, and in the blink of an eye, he was hanging on Lu Pingtian as they broke through the air.
It turned out that the sword had been stuck in the hilt of the Heavenly Demon Sword.
They left behind the Heavenly Demon Sword, but lost track of Lu Pingtian.
The man in the cloth strip slipped away like a cicada shedding its shell, making a quick getaway with his men.
A Nascent Soul cultivator snatched Lu Pingtian from two Body Integration Realm and Spirit Severing Realm experts in broad daylight! The Purple Vine Woman felt that everything had become abnormal after her trip to Zongzhi Mountain.
"Should we continue the pursuit?"
A Cultivation Level of the Saint Demon Sect, who possessed Nascent Soul cultivation but was completely unable to participate in the battle, asked.
The Purple Vine Woman shook her head.
"It's impossible to catch up with them."
The Nascent Soul Steward looked shocked.
"Even Qiu Ren- Master Qiu Ren can't do anything..."
"Our sect has finally produced a Heavenly Demon Body, we can't let him perish like this, can we?"
Qiu Renjun landed on his feet and carefully examined the reincarnation blood patterns inside the hundred coffins.
"In the end, he was just a Nascent Soul cultivator who knew some unorthodox methods. Whether it was killing or capturing people, he could have waited for Junior Nephew Lu to be alone. There was no need to choose this opportunity. He didn't even take the Heavenly Demon Sword."
"What was the purpose of that?"
"Their arrival was so hasty, and they only took Junior Nephew Lu with them. Perhaps it's related to Zongzhi Mountain, which we just left. Maybe all they want is firsthand intelligence..."
The Purple Vine Woman suddenly realized.
"You mean Xiao Ran! Who exactly is trying to find out about Xiao Ran?"
Qiu Renjun:
"After the incident in Flamefree City, everyone wanted to find out about Xiao Ran."
The Purple Vine Woman seemed lost in thought.
"This person's Cultivation Method system is chaotic and disorganized, yet he can use various Cultivation Method with ease, as if he knows all kinds of Cultivation Method. Many of them are even variations of forbidden techniques from the Saint Demon Sect."
This reminded Qiu Renjun of something, and he suddenly said, "Do you remember that the Saint Demon Sect once had a prodigy who was skilled in researching various forbidden techniques, and who was later devoured by the Wraith?"
You mean—
The forest east of Chaos City.
Beneath a dead tree, a circle of flames encircled the ground.
Surrounded by a menacing Beast Tide, they dared not step into the circle of fire.
Lu Pingtian leaned against the withered tree root, his face pale, unmoved by honor or disgrace, his expression one of "If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening," as if his whole being had become Xiao Ran.
The man in the cloth strip gave him a calming pill.
"Look at yourself now. Sometimes talent can be a hindrance."
Lu Pingtian closed his eyes and channeled his energy, trying to blend into the Dark Forest and pinpoint his location. He said, "With your mere Nascent Soul Cultivation Level, you managed to take me away in front of Martial Uncle Qiu Ren. Do you still dare to say you have no talent?"
The man in the cloth strip stood with his hands behind his back in front of him.
"But you don't seem surprised at all."
Lu Pingtian said calmly:
"Because I have seen true talent."
The man in the cloth strip squatted down.
"What a coincidence, I happen to be very interested in this person you just met. If you don't want to be subjected to soul-searching, we can talk in detail."
"Neither friend nor enemy. If you have to say what kind of relationship we have, he is an unfathomable and unreachable mentor of spiritual teachings."
The man in the cloth strip narrowed his deep orange eyes slightly.
"You mean, you lost to him?"
"I was utterly defeated by him, but for me, it was the first major victory of my life."
"Don't exaggerate. I won't kill you. The only thing I care about is that person's true identity and strength."
Lu Pingtian suddenly opened his eyes.
"And who are you?"
The man in the cloth strip turned away without saying a word.
Lu Pingtian sneered.
"The reason you've been able to waste your breath on me until now is because you can't search my soul. My Dao Heart now connects heaven and earth; how could your strange and ingenious techniques possibly penetrate it? If you don't tell me your identity, you won't get any information even if you kill me."
The man in the cloth strip threw out a red wooden plaque.
The word "" is engraved in the center of the wooden sign.
—The Saint Demon Token!
Lu Pingtian recognized the wooden sign at a glance, and a look of surprise finally appeared in his calm eyes.
Because he also possessed almost the same Saint Demon Token, which was proof that it was personally passed down by his Master, Myriad Laws Elder.
"You are Nan Menzi, who died in the mouths of the Wraith six hundred years ago?"
"Nan Menzi, a name from a very long time ago."
The man in the cloth strip sighed slowly, a hint of reminiscence appearing in his eyes, which were like flames in the abyss.
Lu Pingtian had never met Nan Menzi, but he often heard the name from his Master.
He is said to be a genius in the study of forbidden techniques. Although his Cultivation Level is not high, he has a deep understanding of various Cultivation Method and has even modified many forbidden techniques.
However, during a certain Heaven's Chosen Assembly, he was devoured by the Wraith, which suddenly entered the venue...
"Can one survive being swallowed by the Wraith?"
"Let bygones be bygones. I've changed jobs and I've changed my name."
As soon as the man in the cloth strip finished speaking, a seemingly ordinary Black Ring on his middle finger, which was unnoticed by outsiders, suddenly began to vibrate.
At the same time.
A line of text appeared in my mind—
[Little Mist: Lu Pingtian of the Saint Demon Sect ascended to the Nascent Soul Stage at the Sword Tomb on Zongzhi Mountain, wielding the Heavenly Demon Sword, but was defeated by Xiao Ran.]
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