Chapter 100: Nanming Leaves the Pass

  After staying on the snowy mountain for half a day, Zhang Heng flew away alone from this icy and snowy country. Before leaving, Zhang Heng only said goodbye to Luo He.

  "Can you help me teach a lesson to Fang Yunshan and a Foundation Establishment cultivator named Ouyang Tiande?" These were Zhang Heng's parting words.

  Luo He smiled but didn't answer, watching Zhang Heng set off on his own.

  Zhang Heng didn't take Zhao Rui with him when he left, and there was a reason for that.

  If it were just Zhao Rui alone, that would be fine, but after Luo Ningxue appeared, Zhang Heng was somewhat displeased.

  In Zhang Heng's eyes, this woman was matchlessly beautiful, but her mind was extremely cunning, and traveling with her did not make one feel at ease.

  Moreover, Ning Xuefeng in the cyan storage bag was also extremely unwilling to travel with Luo Ningshuang, and the grudges between these two people seemed to be not ordinary at all.

  "It would be better for one person anyway, this way it will be more beneficial for both myself and Wu Ling's plan." Zhang Heng thought.

  "Brother Tang, can I take a last look at this place? Xue Rong will never come back here again..."

  Ning Xuefeng's reluctant voice came from the blue storage bag.

  Zhang Heng found that Ning Xue's way of addressing him had changed, and without thinking much about it, he made a gesture with his hand, and a snow lotus emitting a faintly cool aura appeared in his hand.

  "My surname is not Tang, you can call me Big Brother or Older Martial Brother."

  Zhang Heng was not fond of the name Tang Feng, thinking that once he left Fang Yun Shan, he would change his name to Zhang Heng. He wasn't worried about others suspecting his transmigrator identity, because in this world, there existed cases of body snatching, although the probability was not high.

  "Alright, big brother." Ning Xue Rong softly called out.

  The snow lotus in Zhang Heng's palm suddenly floated in mid-air, with faint white light flowing between the pure white petals, gazing at the distant snowy mountains.

  The continuous snow-capped mountains were not clear, under the brilliant light of the Blood Moon, giving people a sense of being in a hazy ice fog, with an unusual beauty. The reflected light of the ice and snow shone on Zhang Heng's eyes.

  Who would have thought that in a place like Blood Kill Cave Mansion, where slaughter and carnage reign supreme, there existed such a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

  After gazing for a long time, the snow lotus transformed by Ning Xuefeng finally turned into a white light and automatically entered the cyan storage bag.

  Zhang Heng was slightly surprised that Luo He's storage bag was indeed extraordinary, and perhaps Ning Xuefeng could still come out of it on her own initiative.

  "Big brother, aren't you curious about the relationship between me and Luo He big brother and Ning Xue sister?"

  After flying for dozens of miles again, Ning Xue's light and agile voice suddenly came out.

  Zhang Heng nodded and said, "I'm a bit interested, tell me about it."

  Ning Xue Rong let out a soft sigh, then said in a low voice: "Ten thousand years ago, the Blood Killing Cave was opened up, and I, along with my sister Cong Xue, including this entire snow mountain, were all transplanted from other places. We are all Snow Lilies that grew on the snow mountain, we can't compare to the demonic beasts that can cultivate on their own, even less so to humans who are the spirits of all living things. All we can do is slowly absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth..."

  Zhang Heng listened quietly, just then, a burst of maniacal laughter came from the distant mountain peaks:

  "Haha... running into me, Nanming, is your bad luck!"

  The sound caused Zhang Heng's heart to stir, and he turned his head sideways to look in the direction of the sound.

  A youth clad in black robes floated in mid-air, his entire body enveloped by a pale blue glow. With a hint of mockery, he gazed coldly at the dozen or so purple-robed figures suspended in the air nearby.

  "Nan Ming, you've met our dozen or so people, what qualifications do you have to be arrogant here?"

  The person speaking was a young man in purple clothes who had reached the boundary of the Great Circle of Cultivation, and Zhang Heng also knew him, he was Du Peng from Duguang Fortress.

  Du Peng's tone was somewhat weak, as if he was being very cautious with the young man in front of him.

  Zhang Heng's divine consciousness swept over and suddenly discovered that this young man named Nan Ming had an aura that was not quite right, which had already surpassed the category of refining Qi.

  Zhāng Héng's heart skipped a beat.

  Wu Ling's prediction was correct, and after entering the cave, some people indeed successfully reached the foundation-building period.

  No wonder Du Peng and a dozen others were somewhat guilty when facing Nan Ming.

  In front of a foundation-building cultivator, ordinary Qi-refining cultivators are nothing but lambs to be slaughtered. Of course, if these dozen or so people were to join forces, they wouldn't need to fear Nanming who had just reached the foundation-building stage.

  "I, Nanming, was able to break through the foundation period a year ago. Now that my skills are taking shape, I'll let you all become my whetstones!"

  Nan Ming's cold eyes glanced at the dozen or so people in front of him, and with a flash of blue light on his body, he charged into the crowd within Du Tianbao at an extremely fast speed.

  This move suddenly made the monks of Dutiange Castle lose their formation.

  No one had expected that this Southern Ming would dare to charge into the enemy's formation so recklessly, facing so many refined Qi period elites.

  At the foot of Nanming, a faint emerald light could be seen, although it had not yet fully taken shape, but it still allowed his speed to far surpass these Refining Qi stage cultivators.

  "Ah!" A miserable cry, a monk from the Lonely Heaven Sect was struck by Nanming's palm and his spiritual energy shield was shattered, dying instantly.

  At this moment, a large number of spells and several spiritual artifacts attacked Nanming from all directions.

  Nan Ming's figure flickered with illusions in the air, causing most of the magical attacks to miss.

  The remaining few spells of "Puff Puff" fell on his body, and were instantly engulfed by the azure light around him.

  However, two more spiritual artifacts reluctantly followed South Ming into the distance.

  The speed of Nanming is very fast, but compared with the attack speed of Lingqi, it's much slower.

  Maintaining his rapid pace, a cold glint flashed across Nan Ming's eyes.

  His long white hand opened gently, and a burst of blue flame instantly enveloped his right hand.

  Without dodging or evading, Nan Ming lightly and casually grasped one of the mid-grade spiritual artifacts in his hand.

  A burst of blue flames instantly enveloped the entire spiritual instrument.

  The master of the spiritual instrument changed his expression, and the incantations in his hand were continuously released, causing the surface of the spiritual instrument to emit a drastic purple light, but it was still unable to escape Nanming's control.

  The azure flame in Nanming's hand surged again, causing the entire spiritual artifact to return to calmness. Afterwards, a strange smile appeared on his face as he put the artifact into his storage bag.

  Refiners in the Qi Refining stage cannot truly refine their spiritual instruments, so Nanming can easily isolate the connection between the spiritual instrument and its manipulator.

  That Duketian Sect cultivator who had lost his spirit tool looked extremely unsightly, and his body was even slightly trembling.

  Another spiritual artifact was also heading south to attack Ming, Du Peng shouted loudly: "Quickly withdraw!"

  "Too late!" A blue light flashed in Nan Ming's hand, hitting another spiritual artifact. His body flashed quickly and grabbed the artifact with his hand. The blue flame in his hand instantly engulfed the artifact, and it was also collected into his storage bag.

  Zhang Heng, who was flying from afar, saw this scene and his heart couldn't help but be greatly moved. Using this method to seize the spiritual instrument was indeed not bad, but it could only deal with Qi Refining stage cultivators. If he were to encounter a Foundation Building stage cultivator, the difficulty would be much greater.

  However, for the current Zhang Heng, a few pieces of spiritual equipment are not even in his eyes. To know that his kung fu must be cultivated to the realm of Dacheng, at least thousands of pieces of spiritual equipment are needed. If he really wants to rob so many spiritual equipment, it's better to exhaust people to death.

  It's okay, Zhang Heng had the mysterious shards in his hands, and the Blood Killing Heavenly Monument could be used for refining, which was enough to let him cultivate for a very long time.

  Zhang Heng understood that later on, in order to improve his cultivation method, the role of spiritual artifacts would become less and less important. He must obtain higher-level treasures for cultivation. Something like the Huáng Tiān Snake Dragon King's inner elixir could be worth tens of thousands of spiritual artifacts.

  Quality is more valuable than quantity, Zhang Heng silently came to this conclusion.

  "Everyone get into formation, don't let him take you down one by one!" Du Peng gave the order as soon as he saw this situation.

  The dozen or so people in Dutiange Fortress instantly formed a square array of several tens of meters, and Nanming's sudden attack method could no longer be implemented.

  Nan Ming saw this, and didn't dare to lightly launch an attack. With so many people gathered together, if over a dozen spiritual artifacts were to attack at the same time, it would be enough to make a Foundation Establishment cultivator's heart fill with fear.

  "Who's there? Come out!" Just then, Nan Ming's figure suddenly shot rapidly in a certain direction, his mouth coldly saying.

  Zhang Heng was not hiding at this moment, he just happened to pass by and was obviously ignored by Nan Ming.

  It's also good to see the strength of this Nanming.

  A strange aura fluctuation emerged in the air not far from Nanming's original location, and a woman wearing a green dress with a veil appeared.

  "It's you!" Nan Ming's gaze was fixed on this woman, with a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

  "Miss He Yixiu!" The monks of Dugu Fortress exclaimed in unison.

  What's going on? Isn't that the person that Ouyang Laoye asked me to assist?

  Zhang Heng took a look and saw that this woman's cultivation had also reached the foundation building stage.

  This is the second foundation period monk!

  "I didn't expect Miss He to have reached the foundation-building stage as well, so let's have a competition."

  Nan Ming's body flashed and he suddenly pounced on He Yixiu, a blue mist condensing between his palms.

  Azure smoke gathered in Nanming's hand bit by bit, finally forming a whirlwind.

  "Go!"

  A vast blue storm enveloped an area of several dozen meters in all directions.

  He Yixiu moved neither hastily nor slowly, and others couldn't see her appearance. Her slender jade hands pointed in the air, a parasol-like spirit tool floated in mid-air, suddenly enlarged countless times, forming a parasol-shaped cyan shield that blocked all the blue whirlwinds outside.

  "Top-grade defensive spirit artifact? Miss He is overestimating me, Nanming." Nanming stood quietly in mid-air, surrounded by a rotating blue-green aura, with faint escape lights under his feet.

  "The spell used by Nan Ming Ge is the Azure Mist Storm of Bi Xue Xiang Yun Sect, and He Yi Xiu naturally didn't dare to respond casually." He Yi Xiu's voice was very soft, but it could be heard clearly by everyone in the room.

  "I didn't expect Miss He to have some research on our Bixue Xiangyun Sect." Nanming said calmly after a brief silence.

  "You dozen or so people go to the temple first and gather with other fellow disciples, Shi Ke is waiting for you there. This person will be handed over to me, you can't help here anyway." He Yixiu instructed those dozen or so people.

  "Yes, be careful, Miss He." Du Peng seemed to trust this He Yixiu miss very much and immediately led a dozen or so people to quickly fly away.

  He Yixiu understood that if he joined forces with these dozen or so people to deal with Nanming, the other side might turn around and leave.

  "Tang Dao, it's better if you and I join hands to keep this rare talent of the Bi Xue Xiang Yun Sect that appears only once in a thousand years."

  He Yixiu suddenly smiled at Zhang Heng not far away, although she was wearing a veil, but Zhang Heng felt that he saw a jade face with a shallow dimple.

  (Chapter 1 to Chapter 100, haha, if you have tickets, please throw them too)