Chapter 50: Hanging by a Thread!

  "Dragon Turtle Shield! Come out!"

  Chu Yan let out a loud roar, and the Dragon Turtle Shield flew out from his waist, instantly blocking in front of him.

  The low-ranking Twelve Pattern Technique's might was not to be underestimated, and Chu Yan had just unleashed the Water Phoenix Breaking Cyan Technique, using almost eight layers of spiritual energy. He poured the remaining spiritual energy into the Dragon Turtle Shield without any reserve.

  At the same time, Chu Yan took out a bottle of spiritual liquid and poured it into his mouth in one gulp.

  "Boom!"

  A massive golden axe crashed down onto the Dragon Turtle Shield.

  A strong energy fluctuation spreads out.

  The dragon turtle shield is not a vain name, except for the dimming of its luster, there is no damage to the entire surface of the shield.

  However, the huge shock brought by the Dragon Turtle Shield still made Chu Yan's blood boil.

  Elder Zhao was now in a state of utter defeat, with multiple severe injuries on his body and his spiritual energy completely depleted. The previous strike from the Golden Axe had been his final blow.

  "Hmm..."

  Elder Zhao suddenly spat out five or six mouthfuls of vital blood, which spread out in front of him and formed a bloody mist that completely enveloped him.

  Elder Zhao had already gone all out, sparing no expense in using the Blood Escape Technique, as long as he could escape from here today and enter the sect, he would be able to accuse Chu Yan of plotting against the sect's elder.

  Chu Yan's face turned somewhat pale as he gazed at Zhao Lao who was preparing to escape, and let out a cold hum: "Thinking of running?"

  A large iron club came crashing down, Zhao Lao's Blood Escape Technique was halfway through its execution, at this moment it couldn't be interrupted. He spat out another mouthful of blood which transformed into a blood arrow shooting towards the incoming iron club.

  "Chuyan, today I don't die, tomorrow I will definitely make you suffer a crushing defeat!"

  Today, Zhao Lao was repeatedly at a disadvantage in the hands of Chu Yan, a little ghost with a cultivation level four levels lower than his own. Zhao Lao was already furious, and now he had lost so much precious blood that his cultivation would likely take a huge step back after today. Zhao Lao's heart was bleeding.

  "Oh oh oh!"

  The big black chicken flew out at this time, a large mouthful of white mist spewed out, and the blood mist around Zhao Lao's body instantly solidified.

  "Die, you old dog!"

  Chu Yan let out a cold snort, the spiritual liquid had already transformed into some spiritual energy. Chu Yan's hands moved swiftly in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of pale blue finger forces shot towards Zhao Lao at high speed.

  "How is it possible for your spiritual power to recover so quickly?"

  Elder Zhao was greatly shocked, and another mouthful of vital blood spurted out, transforming into dozens of fine blood threads that countered those pale blue finger forces. Elder Zhao had already made up his mind: today, even if it meant exhausting his vital blood, he would escape from here; if he couldn't, then he would be dead.

  Elder Zhao's vital energy was limited after all, and dozens of streams of Xuan water were blocked by more than half, but there were still a few that hit Elder Zhao's body, and one of them even directly struck into Elder Zhao's mouth.

  "Hmm!"

  Old Zhao's throat moved and he swallowed something unknowingly.

  The next moment, dozens of dark cyan poisonous stripes climbed up Zhao Lao's face full of wrinkles.

  "What... is this?"

  "Nine insects and nine grasses are poisonous, don't you know the poison you've laid yourself?"

  Chu Yan sneered, earlier he had put the poisonous Dan of nine insects and nine grasses into a stream of Xuan water, precisely to use his own way against him.

  "You..."

  The blood mist around Zhao Lao had dispersed, and he only felt as if countless poisonous insects were biting him. In this state, he was unable to cast the Blood Escape Technique.

  "You little brat, if I die, you won't live either!"

  Old Zhao's face was ferocious, his eyes suddenly turned extremely red, and a hint of madness like a trapped beast flashed in his eyes.

  Exhausting all his vital energy, Old Zhao pounced on Chu Yan with a loud crash, and at the same time his body swelled up like a balloon.

  "Not good!"

  Chu Yan was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that Zhao Lao would want to self-destruct at the last moment. To know that once a cultivator chooses to self-destruct, their soul will scatter instantly and they won't be able to enter the six paths of reincarnation. Unless there is an irreconcilable feud, it's rare for a cultivator to make such a crazy decision.

  A cultivator of the 12th layer of Qi Refining who self-destructs would heavily injure even a cultivator in the early stages of Foundation Building if they were to face him head-on, let alone Chu Yan, who is only at the 8th layer of Qi Refining.

  "Black girl, hurry up!"

  Chu Yan threw the big black chicken out with one hand, and after releasing dozens of Xuan Shui Jing just now, Chu Yan's spiritual power was completely exhausted. Even if there was a spiritual liquid to help, it was impossible to recover immediately and escape.

  "Let's die together!"

  Elder Zhao let out a loud roar, his body swelling up to three or four times its original size, looking like it was about to burst at any moment.

  Chu Yan subconsciously was about to take out the Ling Ding, at a moment between life and death:

  A white figure flew in from the sky and blocked Chu Yan's path directly.

  Seal of the Soul!

  Liu Yueying's white clothes fluttered like a fairy descending to the mortal world, but on her absolutely beautiful face, a hint of solemnity flashed, and her slender jade hands continuously pointed out more than ten fingers in front of her body. Suddenly, ten strands of almost transparent fingertips struck Zhao Changlao's body with lightning speed.

  The elder's body suddenly shook violently, and his body, which was about to burst open, stopped expanding.

  Then, a nearly transparent spiritual energy appeared in Liu Yu Ying's hand. Liu Yu Ying bent her fingers and pointed, and a huge semi-transparent palm suddenly condensed in the air. The semi-transparent palm slapped down fiercely, and with a loud "bang", Zhao Lao's body plummeted rapidly into the deep abyss below.

  Low-Grade Nine-Pattern Technique: Giant Wind Spirit Palm

  "Go!"

  Liu Yueying let out a loud cry, her foot treading on empty air as she grasped Chu Yan's large hand and flew off into the sky.

  Chu Yan's waist was surrounded by a halo of spiritual energy, and three people were drawn into it.

  "Boom! Boom!"

  A massive surge of energy came from behind the two!

  Her white clothes were as snowy, like a fairy descending to the mortal world. Three thousand black hairs danced in the wind and flew across the sky. Chu Yan was stunned by the absolutely beautiful face beside him.

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