Longzang

Chapter 367 Never Abandon
A figure appeared in each of the four directions around the centurion, and the centurion did not notice their presence until the powerful Dao energy in their hands erupted!

In an instant, countless flying swords struck the centurion!
Wei Yuan and three Dao Foundation Establishment warriors, each wielding a flying sword spear, unleashed a barrage of fire at the centurion. The flying swords shattered his armor, tore through his robes, destroyed his flesh, and even pierced his bones with cracks. In the blink of an eye, the centurion was struck by dozens of flying swords, leaving him riddled with wounds!

These flying swords differed from the buried ones; they were much larger and a level more powerful. Each flying sword was equivalent to a strike from a Foundation Establishment cultivator, meaning this centurion was essentially hit by dozens of Dao techniques from a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Even with his strong physical body, he was seriously injured.

In an instant, the sword box was emptied, and a gap finally appeared in the firepower.

The centurion grinned maliciously, and the shaman who was rushing over at full speed breathed a sigh of relief.

But in the blink of an eye, they saw Wei Yuan and the three warriors each take out a sword box and put it back in, all in less than a breath.

The centurion's sinister smile froze on his face, while the shaman turned and ran!
The torrent of flying swords tore through the centurion, and then Wei Yuan looked up expectantly at the sky, but there was no reward from heaven and earth. Only then did Wei Yuan remember that the laurel tree had already revived.

But it hasn't even sprouted yet, how can it possibly consume so many gifts from heaven and earth?

Wei Yuan went to Wanli River and Mountain to take a look and saw two new buds sprouting from the ground. One had white-gold leaves and the other had blue leaves, with a small circle of frost around them.

No wonder the gifts of heaven and earth have disappeared again... Wei Yuan silently left the vast land.

This kill was swift and decisive, taking only a few breaths. Wei Yuan and the Dao Foundation warrior each emptied two sword boxes, equivalent to 160 strikes from a Dao Foundation cultivator.

In terms of output power per unit time, it has surpassed Wei Yuan's Golden Light Water Blade Technique and is only slightly inferior to the Ten Thousand Autumns Sword, which he has only just learned the basics of.

The centurion's shattered form and soul did not return to heaven and earth, but were absorbed by the vast rivers and mountains and disappeared into the feet of the girl's Yin-Yang feet. Then, the spirituality of the vast rivers and mountains slowly increased again.

Wei Yuan quickly put away the centurion's weapon and waist pouch, sent the two Dao Foundation Warriors back to the vast land, and replaced them with a warrior with abundant Dao power who carried the woman on his back and continued their escape.

This time, it took them a while to trigger the mark left by Wei Yuan. According to the information transmitted back from the mark, the pursuers had become a Dharma Aspect cultivator and more than ten Foundation Establishment cultivators.

It seems that after killing the centurion, the shaman was terrified. Only when he was sure that he was still far away did he dare to follow a mark. The distance between the two sides had already increased to three hundred miles.

Wei Yuan slowed down slightly, and his Dao power began to increase slowly.

Hundreds of miles away, a young Liao man, nearly ten feet tall with a deep-set face, stood atop a snow-capped peak, gazing into the distance. Beside him, a shaman said tremblingly, "...Lord Dragon Eagle, that's what happened. Zhetai has already died in battle, and I left so that I could deliver the news to you."

The Liao youth had a pair of strange pale golden eyes. He listened patiently to the shaman finish speaking before saying, "Zhetai's strength is not bad either. You're saying he only lasted five breaths?"

“Yes, their magic weapon is powerful, and they also have two people lying in ambush. My subordinates were completely unaware of these two beforehand.” The shaman said, his voice trembling slightly.

Long Ying was the only one of the seven commanders of ten thousand men in the Snowfield Golden Horde who had not yet reached the position of Yu Jing, but the fact that he could sit in this position without ever reaching the Yu Jing made him even more formidable. Moreover, he was adopted by the Great Khan as his son, giving him an extremely high status among the Liao people.

"Is the mark still there?" Dragon Eagle asked.

“It’s still here!” the shaman quickly replied.

"Good, give us directions, we'll give chase."

The shaman quickly released the blood bees, then said to the group of Daoist practitioners, "You may all return on your own."

"No need, I just need some errand runners." Long Ying waved his hand, and each Dao Foundation cultivator was illuminated by a halo, and they were all lifted slightly off his body. Carrying more than ten Dao Foundation cultivators, Long Ying still had plenty of energy left, and following the shaman was effortless.

While running, Wei Yuan received another tracking message. This time, the distance had suddenly decreased from three hundred li to ninety li!
The pursuers' speed increased dramatically, undoubtedly indicating the arrival of a powerful figure. If his luck was even slightly worse, he would likely be detected by the enemy the next time the bloodstain left its mark, at which point escape would be impossible.

Wei Yuan did not panic. Instead, he stopped and quickly set up a feng shui formation to temporarily activate his own fortune with the aura of the immortal plants before continuing his escape.

A moment later, the blood bees flew over the area, followed closely by the dragon eagle and the shaman, while more than ten Dao Foundation cultivators were dragged along behind the dragon eagle.

The blood bee seemed to sense something and tried to land, but the shaman urged it on so urgently that it continued flying forward, ignoring the anomaly it sensed. The group of Liao people flew over the feng shui array set up by Wei Yuan without noticing anything.

Soon the Liao tribe arrived at the place where the blood mark was left. The shaman said, "He should have run less than eighty miles away. He may have changed direction. We can make a prediction of his direction so that we can catch him next time."

"Left!" Long Ying said without hesitation.

So the group chose a direction slightly to the left and began to give chase. Along the way, the shaman said, "I've long heard that you have extraordinary luck, sir. This time, the enemy will most likely fall right into your hands and be captured with ease!"

Long Ying, with his forthright and generous nature, laughed heartily and said, "Since I achieved success in my cultivation, I have had many extraordinary encounters every time I go down the mountain for training. I act on my intuition and have never made a mistake. I basically don't need to think, which infuriates all my fellow disciples, but they are helpless! For me, traveling the world is that simple!"

As they chatted and laughed, the dragon eagle carried a group of Dao Foundation cultivators and flew two hundred miles away. At this moment, a new location of the mark came, and the distance between the two sides increased from ninety miles to one hundred and thirty miles, which was forty miles more.

Judging from Wei Yuan's current position, he fled to the right from the previous point, and the direction deviated significantly from the direction of the others, almost at a right angle.

The shaman and the Liao tribesmen quickly tracked down to the location of the new mark. This time, the shaman dared not mention predicting the direction again. But Longying said in a deep voice, "Left!"

So, a moment later, Wei Yuan increased the distance by another ten miles.

"Left!"

"Left!"

After five consecutive mistakes, Long Ying's expression was beyond just looking bad. He chased to the left five times in a row, and Wei Yuan fled to the right five times in a row. The distance between them had widened to two hundred miles, even after Long Ying had secretly increased his speed.

On the sixth occasion, the dragon eagle said to the shaman, "Come!"

The shaman inwardly groaned, but after thinking for a moment, he said, "Left!"

Wei Yuan chose the right again this time.

On the seventh attempt, the shaman also lost his temper and angrily said, "I refuse to believe that he can run to the right again!"

Choosing right seven times in a row is just like a casino winning seven big hands in a row! The shaman doesn't believe any casino can win seven big hands in a row!
If a shaman were to encounter such a casino, he would definitely smash it up.

The seventh result came out, and Wei Yuan still ran to the right.

The shaman felt he had encountered a stubborn mule.

On the eighth attempt, the shaman finally gave in and chose to go right. But this time, the stubborn mule suddenly turned back and wanted to be a good person.

Seeing the mark still two hundred miles away, the shaman finally lost his temper. Dragonhawk, unable to bear it any longer, cursed the shaman as "useless" and then chose the left.

So the two stubborn donkeys started arguing again, going at it seven times in a row.

At this moment, Long Ying suddenly realized a problem and said, "He's just a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, how could he have been running for so long? Isn't he exhausted yet? What kind of Foundation Establishment cultivator could have so much Dao power?"

The shaman said, "He has many Taoist techniques that burn away lifespan and unleash potential. Perhaps he is already close to death. My lord, let's leave these subordinates behind. It will take at most half an hour to catch him!"

Long Ying shook his head and said, "Speed ​​is not the key right now."

If the two sides are moving in opposite directions each time, the faster the speed, the greater the distance they can create. Moreover, at a speed of over two hundred miles per moment, even an ordinary Dharma form would find it difficult to sustain. At this moment, the shaman's blood and qi are boiling, his heart is pounding like a drum, and his magical power has been largely exhausted.

Long Ying continued, "Didn't you just say that he also brought a mortal with him when he escaped?"

"Judging from the marks left by the bloodstains, this should be the case."

"If I can't even catch up with a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, and he's even bringing along a mortal, then what face do I, Dragon Eagle, have? I'll bring along these dozen or so Foundation Establishment cultivators; that's the only fair way."

The shaman inwardly groaned, but dared not say anything. However, Lord Dragonhawk's consistent choice of the left wasn't without its advantages; it essentially forced Wei Yuan to run in circles in the mountains. It's just that the circles they ran in were much larger.

At this moment, Wei Yuan's forehead was slightly sweaty. Just as he was running with all his might, a wisp of blood energy suddenly shot up from the top of his head and left a mark in the air.

Without hesitation, Wei Yuan veered to the right and continued sprinting. The mountain winds were too strong; running was only slightly slower than flying, but consumed far less energy.

Suddenly, the woman, who had been silent all along, said, "Put me down. You can't escape with me!"

Wei Yuan said decisively, "Absolutely impossible!"

"If you do this, both of you will die! Let me go, and at least you can live. If you have any conscience, you can avenge me later."

"Don't even think about it! Unless I'm dead."

"But……"

Wei Yuan slapped the woman's buttocks and said fiercely, "Shut up!"

A flush suddenly rose on his face, and his Dao power regenerated, indicating that he had already used a Dao technique to unleash his potential.

From several unhealed cracks in the vast landscape, flames rise once more. The vitality of the earth fades, and its spirituality gradually declines.

Wei Yuan remained calm. With a wave of his hand, a Dao Foundation Establishment warrior appeared, replacing the warrior whose Dao power had been exhausted, and continued carrying the woman. In this way, the three warriors took turns, maintaining peak speed throughout.

However, each Dao Foundation was consumed by Wei Yuan's Dao power. After all, he was seriously injured, and there was still residual Azure Flame in his Dao Foundation. After running at full speed for two hours, his Dao power finally ran out.

If it were only the shaman chasing them, Wei Yuan was confident he could exhaust his magic power and escape. But now, there was clearly an exceptionally powerful pursuer, only this guy was incredibly unlucky, always chasing the wrong direction.

At this moment, Wei Yuan had already used a secret technique that damaged his Dao foundation to stimulate his Dao power, but he did not hesitate. He would rather turn back and die than abandon his woman.

Just then, a newly sprouted bud shook, causing its single white-gold leaf to fall. The leaf landed on the earth and suddenly transformed into a vast amount of utterly cool moonlight, gushing forth from the earth!

The moonlight transformed into a white-gold light curtain, swirling and turning in the air. Wei Yuan's Dao power recovery speed increased by tens or even hundreds of times in an instant. In a short while, not only was it fully replenished, but its upper limit continued to rise.

Wei Yuan maintained his top speed until night fell. A terrifying will descended, and Wei Yuan instantly hid in a natural cave, sealing the entrance. The pursuing Liao tribe did the same; even the arrogant Long Ying immediately hid underground, not daring to move an inch.

In this vast and boundless snow-capped mountain range in the far north, if danger begins to descend outside of midday, then after nightfall it truly becomes a deadly wasteland, where only a true sage can take a single step.

In the cramped cave, the shaman struggled to move, squeezing the group of Daoji's men closer together, finally gaining some space to move. Then he said, "My lord, he can't have gone far! We'll definitely catch him first thing tomorrow morning!"

(End of this chapter)