With a single strike missing its target, Hao Yun passed through the afterimage left behind by the Old Monster of the Nether Spring and quickly turned back, suddenly losing sight of his target.
With the skill deactivated, Hao Yun landed on the ground and looked up at the sky.
"You junior have really surprised me. You almost hurt me. Not bad, not bad!"
The sarcastic praise annoyed Hao Yun.
Secretly manipulating the air pressure, the old monster Youquan, who was speaking, suddenly fell from the sky.
Hao Yun practiced this move for a long time because he couldn't fly. In order to prevent others from flying his kite, this move would also prevent others from flying.
Using a single move, Hao Yun successfully brought down the Old Monster Youquan.
Thump!
Old Monster Youquan planted his legs into the ground, and Hao Yun activated his Martial Soul True Form without saying a word, boosting his attributes once again.
With a powerful thrust of his legs, the muddy ground beneath Hao Yun's feet instantly cracked open, and he appeared in front of the Old Monster Youquan, throwing a punch at his head.
Chapter 91 Battle of Wits
Hao used all his strength in this punch, intending to smash the head of the Old Monster Youquan with one blow. According to the timeline, the Old Monster Youquan's strength is still quite average at the moment.
Without entering the Blood Cave, Old Monster Youquan has no ability to regenerate. As long as I blow his head off, he's doomed.
boom!
A punch landed on the air, creating a shockwave, and Old Monster Youquan dodged it like a ghost.
"Hehehe! Junior, your abilities are strange, but they are useless against me. Use whatever other tricks you have up your sleeve!"
The elusive sound reached Hao Yun's ears, gradually calming him down.
At this moment, Hao Yun's flaws began to be magnified. Having not properly studied cultivation knowledge, Hao Yun's methods seemed extremely ineffective when facing fellow cultivators.
Although it can catch the opponent off guard, it lacks the ability to deliver a decisive blow.
Hao Yun jumped up from the spot and unleashed a devastating attack, forcing the Old Monster Youquan to retreat with all his might. After all, he had just suffered a loss, and that strange dizziness left him unsure how to defend himself.
With a sudden thrust, Hao Yun appeared beside the Old Monster Youquan.
"Whale bite!"
Hao Yun used his ninth soul skill, a skill he had never used since acquiring it.
A miniature version of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King emerged from beneath the ground and bit down on the thigh of the Old Monster Youquan.
This move has an extremely strong binding ability; even if Hao Yun is bitten, he will not be able to escape for a short time.
"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"
The golden dragon tattoo on Hao Yun's body glowed red with red light and soared into the sky, lunging at the Old Monster Youquan.
The old monster Youquan, who was just toying with Hao Yun, is now panicking. Originally, he thought Hao Yun's cultivation was only at the Refining Void Returning Spirit stage and he had not yet become an immortal, so he did not take him seriously. He only thought that Hao Yun's methods were novel, so he had the idea of playing with him.
Who would have thought that this prank would cost him his life!
"demon!"
The black mist quickly enveloped the Old Monster Youquan, whose deep-sea demon whale king, which was biting him, was being corroded by the yin energy, and pieces of its skin and flesh were peeling off.
Countless skulls poured out from the sleeves of the Old Monster of the Nether Spring, forming a barrier in front of him.
The golden dragon swooped down, letting out a roar as it crashed headfirst into the object.
Every time the golden dragon swung its claws or swung its tail, a large number of skulls were smashed to pieces.
Just as Hao Yun was about to make his move, he was enveloped by the black mist, and the golden light on his body began to contend with the black mist.
"You wretched brat! You have angered your ancestor! Today, I will tear you apart, remove your soul, and subject you to the eternal torment of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire!"
The enraged Old Monster of the Nether Spring stretched out his hands, using ghostly claws as thin as withered wood to grab Hao Yun's head.
Trapped in the black fog, Hao Yun sensed the approaching danger, raised his left arm above his head, and turned to deliver a powerful blow.
The punch naturally missed, and Old Monster Youquan quickly retreated, taking out a three-inch-long Soul-Destroying Nail from his bosom.
This magical artifact was crafted by the Old Monster Youquan over a long period of time. If one is struck by the Soul-Destroying Nail, at best the soul will be injured, and at worst the soul will be scattered.
The Soul-Destroying Nail was thrown out, and under the control of the Old Monster Youquan, this dark red nail pierced Hao Yun's cervical spine from behind.
Hao Yun, who was standing in the black mist and concentrating intently, sensed a faint sense of danger. He was very familiar with this feeling; it was from a hidden weapon!
As Hao Yun bent over and turned his head, a nail grazed his cheek. Before Hao Yun could relax, the nail suddenly veered back and stabbed into his face.
Faced with the crisis, Hao Yun unleashed his potential, grabbed the Soul-Destroying Nail with his right hand, and crushed it to pieces with a forceful squeeze.
Click!
With a crisp sound, the magical artifact that Old Monster Youquan had spent a great deal of time refining was directly crushed into scrap metal by Hao Yun.
"My Soul-Destroying Nails!"
At this moment, Old Monster Youquan was heartbroken and could hardly breathe. He had spent several years just collecting materials to refine this magic weapon, and it had only been freshly made for a short time before it was ruined on its first use.
With the magic weapon destroyed, the black mist around the old monster Youquan's body became even denser. He now only wanted to kill Hao Yun as soon as possible, extract his soul, and torture him thoroughly.
"So this thing is called the Soul-Destroying Nail. Since you want it so badly, here you go!"
Trapped in the black mist and unsure how to escape, Hao Yun flung the Soul-Destroying Nail, now broken in two, away.
Clang, clang, clang—the Soul-Destroying Nails fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Looking at the damaged Soul-Destroying Nail, the Old Monster of the Nether Spring's anger level soared.
"You despicable brat! Die! After I kill you, I will slaughter everyone on Mount Wutai."
This was the first time Old Monster Youquan had been insulted by a junior since he had achieved success in his cultivation, which made him almost unable to control his emotions.
However, Wutaishan expressed its distress, asking what this matter had to do with them.
"You want me to die? Then come and try!"
Hao Yun was now hoping that the Old Monster Youquan would rush up on his own. The black mist around him was driving him crazy; no matter how he moved, he couldn't get out.
The Deep Sea Demon Whale King, which had been biting the Old Monster of the Nether Spring, had long been corroded into a skeleton by the Yin energy, while the golden dragon formed by the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon was still entangled with the skull and could not break free.
Enraged, the Old Monster of the Nether Spring flicked his sleeve and drew out a whip formed from his spine.
This was made by the Old Monster Youquan from the spine of a monster he killed while it was still alive. During the process, he also infused the monster's soul into it.
The material of this whip looks like jade, with red lines and barbs on the bones on both sides of the spine. You can tell without even looking that if it were to hit a person, it could easily scrape off two ounces of flesh.
With a flick of his whip, the old monster Youquan sent the white bone whip, like a snake, coiling around Hao Yun's legs along the ground.
Hao Yun, whose body was glowing with golden light, was still on guard against the attack from the Old Monster Youquan, but he never expected that the attack would come from the ground.
When the white bone whip wrapped around his leg, Hao Yun realized something was wrong, but by then it was too late to resist.
The three-meter-long white bone whip quickly wrapped around Hao Yun, coiling and moving around him.
Sharp bone spurs slid along Hao Yun's body, making a hissing sound, like a knife scraping glass.
Hao Yun's Golden Immortal body is not so easily broken. This White Bone Whip is at most a low-grade acquired spiritual treasure, and it is the worst kind at that.
The strength of Old Monster Youquan is only at the Great Perfection of True Immortal, which is still a Xuan Immortal level away from Hao Yun.
If Hao Yun had known any supernatural powers or magic, he wouldn't have been trapped.
The old monster Youquan, who was controlling the White Bone Whip, also came to his senses at this moment. What was going on? Was his White Bone Whip fake? How come it couldn't even kill a junior who hadn't become an immortal?
"Youquan, are you tickling me? This attack doesn't hurt at all. Is there anything more powerful?"
After mocking the old monster Youquan, Hao Yun began to exert his strength, preparing to break free from the restraints of the White Bone Whip.
"You monster of the Nether Spring! Prepare to die!"
A loud shout came from afar, and an old man with a white beard flew through the air. He threw out a mirror, and the blinding white light shone on the black mist, which quickly dissipated.
After breaking free from the bone whip, Hao Yun looked up and exclaimed, "Holy crap!"
Hundreds of people riding flying swords descended from the sky with great momentum, each carrying a long sword, looking like they were about to engage in a group fight. The white-bearded old man leading them was none other than the Emei Sect Master, the White-Browed Ancestor.
Chapter 92 Mount Emei
Just as the old monster Youquan was about to fight Hao Yun to the death, he suddenly chickened out. Without saying a word, he manipulated the black mist to shroud himself, activated his escape technique, and disappeared into the horizon in a flash.
"White Eyebrows! I will be back..."
Before leaving, as was customary, Old Monster Youquan uttered a harsh remark.
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The Emei Mountain disciples who arrived got up to give chase without saying a word, but were all stopped by Bai Mei.
"No need to chase anymore, let's see if there are any survivors down there."
After saying this, Bai Mei landed in front of Hao Yun and asked kindly.
"Young master, are you alright?"
Hao Yun looked up at Bai Mei and was speechless. Did he really look that much like a monk?
"I am not a monk."
Hao Yun's slightly resentful words made Bai Mei pause for a moment, then he laughed heartily.
"I'm sorry, I misunderstood. It's all my fault for being a step too late. Otherwise, I would have been able to stop Old Monster Youquan. It's a pity about these innocent people who died tragically."
Looking at the tragic state of the village, Bai Mei frowned and sighed.
Since his rise to power, Old Monster Youquan has been obsessed with killing. Countless villages and towns have been slaughtered. Every time they arrive, Old Monster Youquan manages to escape in advance.
Hao Yun sighed and turned around to help the Emei disciples collect the bodies of the villagers.
"Are you a disciple of Mount Wutai?"
The speaker was Duan Lei, the leader of the Seven Masters of the Clouds, and he was very amiable.
Hao Yun glanced at him. "No, I'm not a monk."