Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

Even Jiu Xiao was leisurely following behind the group, his continuous thunderous breaths forcing them to move even faster.

Rumbling sounds echoed as each thunderous breath landed on the mountain, creating scorched craters hundreds of feet wide.

Meng Wanshu would also occasionally unleash several sword energies to follow up, forcing them to turn back and defend.

However, this soon aroused the old man's suspicion.

Pan Ji's figure darted wildly through the mountains, his brow furrowed as he said in a cold voice, "Something's not right. Why doesn't that girl seem worried about us crossing the mountain pass?"

"Could there be a trap in this pass?"

As his voice fell, the man behind him said coldly, "We have no choice but to cross the pass first!"

"No! There's definitely a trap, we can't go through!!"

"That fiery red array platform in the mountain pass must have a purpose!"

Another old man spoke in a cold voice, but his speed didn't slow down.

Pan Ji, the leader, gritted his teeth, looking at the mountain pass within reach, and said in a deep voice.

"Can't worry about that much, let's go through first!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

The group of four didn't say a word, their figures swept across the mountain pass, and they looked up to see a bare-chested figure climbing under the massive waterfall.

Under the bombardment of that violent force, the bare-chested figure's entire back had already become a bloody mess.

At this time, Li Guanqi was only a hundred feet away from the top of the waterfall.

But this distance of a hundred feet was like a chasm in front of him.

He was not mistaken about that spiritual herb, it was the Seven-Colored Glazed Flower!!

For this spiritual herb, he had abandoned all the spiritual plants he encountered along the way.

Every small movement required him to pay a great price, so he had to conserve his strength and head straight for the Seven-Colored Glazed Flower.

Li Guanqi also felt three auras crossing the mountain pass. He didn't expect Meng Wanshu's strength to be so formidable.

In such a short period of time, she had instantly killed three Integration Realm cultivators.

It seems that Meng Wanshu's weakness in front of him was just because she didn't think it was necessary...

Li Guanqi lay on the stone wall, moving slowly, and regarding the three people behind him...

Li Guanqi's lips curled into a cold smile.

As expected, the moment the Pan family trio crossed the mountain pass, it was as if they had triggered some unknown restriction.

Rumble!!

In an instant, the colors of the sky and earth changed, and a violent firestorm swept across the entire area!!

The overwhelming fire waves scorched the void, causing it to distort slightly and crack.

Immediately afterward, a huge fire Qilin phantom, formed from gathered spiritual light, appeared. The Qilin's eyes flashed with cold ferocity.

It opened its mouth and roared at the crowd!!

Then, its huge claws slashed fiercely at the void!!!

The terrifying pressure instantly suppressed the Yuan Power within everyone's bodies, making it impossible to circulate. The terrifying power swept towards the crowd.

Before the storm even reached them, the robes on the three people's bodies began to burn, and their skin was scorched with a burning pain.

"Ah!! It's a Qilin!!"

"Damn it, this power is comparable to the late stage of the Mahayana Realm!!!"

"How could such a guardian spirit appear here!!"

Pan Ji, the leading old man, was the first to bear the brunt. Without time to think, a cold light suddenly flashed in the old man's eyes.

He grabbed the two people behind him with both hands, his fingers hooking into their shoulders and flesh.

"Old Pan, what are you doing!!!"

"You dare, you old thing!!"

Pan Ji sneered, "This old man doesn't want to die, so..."

"You two can die for me!!!"

Before he finished speaking, the old man exerted force with both hands, throwing the two people towards the Qilin!

At the same time, the old man's figure retreated instantly, trying to return to the mountain pass.

Moreover, blood-colored mysterious纹路纹路 suddenly appeared on the old man's arms. The power of the two people he threw out was rapidly diminishing.

Two blood threads as thick as wrists drifted backward along the necks of the two people.

Pan Ji opened his mouth and sucked fiercely. With his chest rising and falling, he instantly extracted the essence blood of the two people.

A look of extreme solemnity appeared on Meng Wanshu's beautiful eyes, because she found that there seemed to be souls mixed in the two strands of extracted essence blood.

A cold light flashed in Meng Wanshu's eyes, and she said coldly, "Jiu Xiao!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure had already disappeared from the spot, heading straight for the top of the mountain pass.

At this time, where did Pan Ji look like a dying old man?

The tall and upright old man had a body of sinewy muscles. As his figure retreated, his skin was scraped bloody by the scorching storm.

But he retreated very quickly. The Qilin didn't cross the boundary, but stood horizontally between the waterfall and the mountain pass, its eyes full of ferocity.

Meng Wanshu was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, she had already approached the old man, raising her hand and slashing out several swords.

The old man's reaction was not slow either. The long sword appeared in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, terrifying sword energy raged in all directions.

The moment the two people's long swords met, sparks flew everywhere. In the time it took to breathe, the two had already exchanged hundreds of blows.

The ancient trees under the two people's feet collapsed in patches.

The old man's domain power frantically resisted the erosion of the Frost Domain, faintly showing a tendency to contend equally.

This made Meng Wanshu feel shocked.

The old man, who had been at a disadvantage when fighting against her before, could now fight her to a stalemate!

The angle of the old man's sword was extremely tricky and vile, and every sword was very fatal. For a time, Meng Wanshu's sword strikes were instead constrained.

A sneer appeared on the old man's face, and the blood river beside him was absorbed by him at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly!!

A thick dragon tail suddenly lashed out from the dense jungle behind the old man!!

And there was also a thunderous breath as thick as several feet, like a thunder pillar, blasting towards him!!

Bang!!!

The power of the dragon tail struck, and Pan Ji felt as if he had been hit head-on by a wild bull demon.

The bones of his whole body were like a pile of rubble, and the bones of his arms were completely shattered!

The waving sharp sword only left a shallow sword mark on the surface of Jiu Xiao's dragon scales, and even Jiu Xiao's defense could not be broken.

Whoosh!!!

The old man's inverted body made bursts of sharp whistling sounds!!

Strangely, there was no panic on the old man's face. His lowered head muttered something.

"Forbidden Technique · Fiend Blood Demon Diagram!!"

Buzz!!!!

A wave of blood-colored shock waves swept out, forcibly pushing Meng Wanshu's figure back hundreds of feet!!

Meng Wanshu held the Snow Shadow Sword, looking at the old man with a rising aura in the distance with a very solemn expression.

The old man slowly raised his head, with strange blood纹路纹路 totems surging on his arms, and a cold light flashing in his muddy eyes.

His mouth full of blood, he whispered, "The person my grandson Pan Yi caught should have obtained the Qilin bloodline from here, right?"

"Hehe, True Dragon... Peng Luo... Ice-type furnace... Divine sword!!"

The disheveled old man was standing on the canopy of a towering ancient tree, his eyes flashing with cold killing intent through his hair.