C51 Seven day mountain range

Zhu Yunhe slapped the ground with his palm and a huge amount of spiritual energy instantly rushed into the ground. The ground began to tremble steadily, and as it trembled faster and faster, the stones on the ground began to crack one after another, shooting out in all directions. In the blink of an eye, the trembling of the ground changed from a few dozen meters to several dozen, and it quickly arrived in front of Han Yan.

Han Yan's eyes focused and his body suddenly flew high up into the sky. The moment he stood up, his legs seemed to be accustomed to being unable to fly even a little bit, as if he was already used to being able to fly. Under the ground, the stones cracked and formed countless deep ravines. If one were to fall in, they would die without a burial ground. Han Yan waved his hand, and the black iron shield that was about to fall into the ravine suddenly flew up and fell into his hands, and was immediately thrown into the storage bag s hands. Although this item was useless in Zhu Yunhe's hands, when he used it, he could even easily block the powerful impact. It was definitely not an ordinary magical equipment.

Zhu Yunhe had used up all his spiritual energy to unleash his strongest attack, causing his face to immediately turn pale. He revealed a sinister expression, looked at Han Yan who was flying in the air, and laughed wildly: "Kid, this is the power of your burial. I'm taking your life for sure." After saying that, he growled, "Absolute Gravity." Along with the sound, a huge gravity force came from the ground, like a magnet sucking away small pieces of metal.

At this moment, Han Yan was like a small lump of metal, and the ground beneath his feet was like a gigantic magnet.

The gravity continued to increase as Han Yan's body continued to descend. He was trying his best to fly upwards, but his body still refused to obey. In the blink of an eye, the spirit energy within his body was completely used up. If not for the Heavenly Dao Imperial Jade Seal that he held in his hand, he could have continuously replenished his spirit energy, and his body would have long since fallen into the ravine.

Not far away, Zhu Yunhe laughed and loudly said, "Brat, don't struggle anymore. Today, don't even think of escaping."

Han Yan's eyes flickered, he glanced at Zhu Yunhe, and made a decision in his heart. He suddenly raised his right hand as the Spiritual Energy within his body crazily poured into his fingers before he lifted his arm. At the same time, because he didn't have the spirit energy to support his flight, his falling speed increased blankly, and he fell into the ravine at an extremely fast speed.

The moment he fell, Han Yan pointed a finger at Zhu Yunhe. Without even looking, he began to absorb the spirit energy from the Heavenly Dao Imperial Jade Seal.

Zhu Yunhe was fantasizing about how he would be able to obtain that Imperial Jade Seal and quickly cultivate after Han Yan died. Just now, he had been hit by one of the fingers and had suffered serious injuries. He knew very well how powerful the spiritual strength finger was. He quickly took out a few defensive magic tools from the storage bag and placed them on his body. With a series of clangs, none of those magic tools were able to resist. Seeing that the last magic tool was about to be pierced through, he bellowed, "spiritual energy shield."

With no other choice, Zhu Yunhe could only use his spiritual energy shield. Although he knew that this spell might not be able to block Han Yan's attack, he had no choice but to try it now, even if he had to weaken the power of the spiritual strength finger. Unfortunately, he had underestimated Han Yan and also underestimated the spiritual strength finger. But because of this, not only was he heavily injured, he had practically no spiritual energy in his body. How could he possibly block this attack?

When Zhu Yunhe released his last bit of spiritual power to use his spiritual energy shield, he saw that his magic treasure had been penetrated. The white light landed on the spiritual energy shield, and with a clatter, the spiritual energy shield fell. white light flashed past and entered Zhu Yunhe's body. Zhu Yunhe's entire body shuddered, a line of blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth. His pupils enlarged, as he looked at Han Yan who was constantly falling, his eyes filled with disbelief. Then, his body tilted and he fell to the ground, lifeless.

At this moment, Han Yan had already fallen into the deep ravine. The instant he landed, he could already feel that Zhu Yunhe's aura was completely gone, and he silently heaved a sigh of relief. Once Zhu Yunhe died, the magic would naturally disappear, but the tens of thousands of feet deep ravine on the ground would not disappear. Han Yan raised his right hand, and a gale technique appeared below him. A spiral appeared, and Han Yan's figure also landed inside it.

The instant he landed, the tornado carried him into the air. Once he was in the air, Han Yan's consciousness moved and the whirlwind automatically disappeared. In a flash, he arrived in front of Zhu Yunhe's corpse and grabbed at the soul that was trying to escape. Zhu Yunhe's soul was the size of a fist, and it was much larger than Jiang Min's. After his soul came out, he ceaselessly begged for mercy, "Don't kill me. I'll give you whatever you want."

Han Yan thought for a moment, then released a restriction on Zhu Yunhe's soul and threw it into the storage bag.

Lifting up Zhu Yunhe's storage bag, Han Yan looked at the direction they were in and directly flew towards seven day mountain range.

The battle just now had been extremely dangerous. If even one of them wasn't enough, then one would have died tens of thousands of times. Although Zhu Yunhe was a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator, he did not have a high cultivation, nor any techniques, and was much weaker than his master, Wei Peng. Wei Peng's heavenly sword technique back then had caused him to be unable to retaliate at all, and he had been completely subdued. If Zhu Yunhe could also cast that kind of technique, then he wouldn't have been able to leave this place alive today.

After entering the mountain range, there were Archaeopterygium s everywhere. There was no end in sight as Han Yan stepped on the thick leaves and emitted a crisp sound. It was not that he had never thought of flying on the sword, but there was no one coming and going in this kind of mountain range, and there were surprisingly many hidden Demonic Beast, so flying in the air would definitely expose them to the target.

Along the way, Han Yan saw quite a bit of beast's excrement, and among them were those belonging to Demonic Beast s. It was not hard to tell the difference between Demonic Beast's feces and that of normal beasts, all he needed to do was use his spiritual sense to check it. The feces of the Demonic Beast had been excreted with spirit energy fluctuations. The stronger the spirit energy fluctuation, the higher the cultivation level of the Demonic Beast.

The cultivation of demon beasts was not as complicated as that of humans. They only had seven stages, from the first stage to the seventh stage. A thousand year old demonic beast was equal to a Qi Disciple level 10. As for the ancient beasts and the prehistoric beasts, their cultivation speed was even faster, and some could reach the strength of a level 2 demonic beast in a hundred years' time. Of course, there were very few of these beasts, and there weren't many in the entire continent. As for Level 2 demon beasts, they possessed the strength of a human Foundation Establishment stage cultivator and might even surpass them. After all, the demon beasts' bodies were tough and their defensive capabilities were extremely strong. "Demonic beasts have a long lifespan, and most of them can live for thousands of years. It is not a problem for those beasts to live for tens of thousands of years.

If this was the case, there would definitely be many Demonic Beast on the continent, but it was not the case.

Although there were many Demonic Beast, there were more cultivators who could hunt them. When cultivators reach the golden core stage, they would need treasures, treasures that required the artifact spirit, and the artifact spirit's best soul was the Demonic Beast's soul. If a magical equipment didn't have a spirit artifact and was only a weak spiritual force, then no matter how good the material was, it would only be a magic tool. The biggest difference between a magical equipment and an artifact spirit was that they had an artifact spirit. With an artifact spirit, the spiritual energy of the magical equipment would be infinitely strong, to the point where it could refine one's soul consciousness into a Intrinsic Magic Weapon and control it however they wished.

Other than that, the Demonic Beast's entire body was full of treasures, its skin and bones could be used to refine magic tools, the demonic core and blood could be used to refine Pill s, and some ancient techniques, they would need the blood of Demonic Beast s to be used. As a result, the number of Demonic Beast was not many, and the stronger the Demonic Beast, the fewer they were. There were even some itinerant cultivators who formed teams to go deeper into the mountains to hunt Demonic Beast.

The seven day mountain range was the largest mountain in the eastern part of the continent. Because the mountain range was too big, and there were strong Demonic Beast s, and even ancient beast s and prehistoric beast s. Normally, hunter only searched outside for Demonic Beast, and very few people were willing to go deep, so even those who went deep would not reveal their presence. They travelled day and night, afraid that they would be discovered by the powerful Demonic Beast.

In the past, when Taoist entered the mountain range, as long as you did not attack the Demonic Beast, the Demonic Beast would definitely not find trouble with you. But as the Demonic Beast was hunted more and more, the Demonic Beast would become more vigilant, and if someone was near enough to fight their area of operations, as long as they could defeat the opponent, they would attack without hesitation. It was precisely because of this that the Demonic Beast s became very fierce. Some of the Demonic Beast would even take the initiative to attack the lone cultivator.

If a cultivator walked alone in the mountain range, he would become extremely dangerous. A moment of carelessness would cause a Demonic Beast to appear and attack crazily.

As Han Yan walked forward, he vigilantly sensed the surrounding area's movements. As he went deeper, he could no longer hear the cries of birds, and the forest became extremely quiet, to the point where it was somewhat eerie. For a moment, the atmosphere became nervous. Every step Han Yan took, he would have to use his spiritual sense to investigate his surroundings to make sure that there were no Demonic Beast lurking around before continuing.

The Archaeopterygium covered the sky as Han Yan walked slowly in the forest alone. Suddenly, a soft voice sounded as Han Yan hurriedly turned around. Behind him, there was no one. Leaves fell from the books, rustling. The sound just now was extremely soft and inaudible. If it was anyone else, it would be easy to ignore it. Han Yan grew up in the mountain village and frequently went to the forest to gather medicinal herbs. He was extremely sensitive to the sounds produced by nature and the sounds produced by beasts, even if it was the softest of voices.

Han Yan did not look towards the origin of the sound. Instead, he casually swept his eyes over the place before turning around and continuing to walk forward. He could hear the sound just now. It must have been the sound of the Demonic Beast touching the fallen leaves, and since the Demonic Beast was not large in size, its reaction was extremely quick and agile. Otherwise, it would not have disappeared the instant it turned around. Not only that, the Demonic Beast had a high cultivation level and was good at hiding its aura.

This information flashed past Han Yan's mind. Even though he was walking forward, his consciousness was quietly being released, and he could feel everything that was happening behind him. The Demonic Beast also seemed to have detected Han Yan's abnormality and didn't show itself at all. However, Han Yan was sure that the fellow had been resisting him in the dark, looking for an opportunity to make a fatal strike.

Han Yan walked forward step by step, and in the blink of an eye, he had walked nearly a hundred steps. Because with every step he took, he had to vigilantly observe behind him. With the slightest bit of carelessness, the Demonic Beast would launch a sneak attack. He clenched his fists tightly, his back was already drenched, but the Demonic Beast had not appeared.

Looking up, Han Yan looked up at the sky. Through the gaps in the leaves, he could tell that it was already evening, and night would soon descend. However, the Demonic Beast behind him did not appear. If it was night, the situation would be even more unfavorable, and the battle would be many times more difficult than it was during the day.

As the night fell, Han Yan's body suddenly stopped. He took out a set of runes from the storage bag and started casting four gale technique s at his surroundings. Suddenly, a gale began to howl, and the leaves on the ground began to churn. The whirlwind carried the leaves on the ground as it flew towards the high school. They quickly rotated, and if one didn't release their divine sense, they wouldn't even be able to see the situation in the wind.

The gale continued for the time it took for an incense stick to burn, and when the wind stopped, Han Yan's figure strangely disappeared.