After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 834 Fighting Ding Huanchun Alone, Who is Bowing to Me?

This kid is indeed a bit difficult to kill.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, let alone someone at the Creation Realm, even someone at the Dao True Realm would probably be courting death in front of him.

And this kid in front of me is still alive and kicking.

The harder the killer was, the more credible he felt the prophecy that Pang the Blind Man had left him years ago was.

Maybe this kid is really doomed to be his nemesis.

In that instant, the killing intent in Ding Huanchun's eyes was almost overflowing.

He gripped his longsword, ready to strike, when several figures leaped out of the woods.

They quickly arrived at the center of the field and surrounded Ding Huanchun.

One by one, a total of eight people arrived.

The rescue team has arrived.

Chen Yang saw Xuan Qing's figure among them.

The others were strangers.

Without exception, they were all beings at the Dao True Realm.

Ding Huanchun was hit by Chen Yang's Dragon Fang Sword, and his primordial spirit was still affected to some extent, and his consciousness was slightly scattered. It was not until now that he had fully recovered.

“Master Xuanqing, everyone, this person has the body of a celestial being; ordinary attacks are almost ineffective against him…”

Seeing the rescue team arrive, Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief and retreated while reminding Xuan Qing and the others.

The crowd surrounded Ding Huanchun.

Pairs of eyes scrutinized him, filled with curiosity and wariness.

With the cultivation level of the Dao True Realm and the physical body of the Celestial Realm, and supposedly not even a hundred years old, this person's talent is truly monstrous.

"Kid, you don't think you can be protected just because there are more people around, do you?"

Ding Huanchun's gaze was fixed on Chen Yang from a great distance.

The sound was deafening, shaking Chen Yang's mind.

"Insanity!"

From the crowd, a bearded old man shouted, "Ding Huanchun, you have fallen into the demonic path. Surrender now, and you might still save your life..."

"Ha ha……"

Despite being surrounded by eight Dao Realm experts, Ding Huanchun showed no fear whatsoever.

He snorted coldly, "A bunch of chickens and dogs, daring to bark at me."

"what?"

"presumptuous!"

……

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces contorted with rage. Each of them was a patriarch-level figure in their sect. Although this man surnamed Ding was strong, he was only their junior in terms of age. How dare he belittle and insult them like this? It was simply outrageous.

Enraged, the group immediately joined forces to attack Ding Huanchun.

Swords, spears, halberds, and lightning flashes.

The sight of eight Dao Realm experts attacking together is a scene that may be hard to witness even once in a lifetime.

Chen Yang and Ke Shaohua quickly distanced themselves again, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire.

"Humph!"

Ding Huanchun leaped into the air, dodging the combined attack of the crowd. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. While still in mid-air, he took out a jade bottle, pried open the lid with one hand, and quickly drank the contents of the bottle in one gulp.

Taking drugs?

Are you kidding me? You're already this strong, and you're still taking drugs?

After throwing the jade bottle, Ding Huanchun landed and his long sword flew as he moved among the eight people.

The eight people vaguely formed a formation, prepared for both offense and defense, and their advances and retreats were well-planned. Although they were a little disorganized at first, they quickly got into the zone.

While it might not be enough to take down Ding Huanchun, trapping him would be no problem.

"Buzz!"

However, at that moment, Ding Huanchun's aura suddenly surged, and an unparalleled primordial spirit energy exploded instantly.

Centered on Ding Huanchun, it was like dropping a depth charge, with terrifying shockwaves radiating outwards.

Xuanqing and the others had no time to dodge and were inevitably blasted away by the shockwave.

"Dong dong dong..."

They fell to the ground one by one like stones.

"puff……"

"puff……"

……

Those who were hit first coughed up blood, and those who were further away were also seriously injured.

How can it be?

Everyone was terrified, and all eyes were fixed on Ding Huanchun.

With a single move, he broke the combined attack of eight people and seriously injured them.

Could this person's strength be that of someone who has already entered the Celestial Realm?

At this moment, Ding Huanchun's aura was still rising.

He spread his hands, closed his eyes, and seemed to be enjoying the surge of power within his body.

"Awakening Powder?"

Sensing the change in Ding Huanchun's aura from afar, Chen Yang suddenly realized a possibility.

Could the medicine he just took be Qiling Powder?

His mental strength was increasing exponentially, and his primordial spirit was also growing rapidly. Even from a great distance, Chen Yang could feel that terrifying pressure.

Just a moment later, Ding Huanchun suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Chen Yang from a distance of over a hundred meters.

Chen Yang shuddered and, almost without thinking, turned and ran.

"Humph!"

Ding Huanchun grunted, abandoned the others, and chased after Chen Yang.

Ke Shaohua was startled and quickly scurried into the nearby woods, pretending to be dead while covering his head.

Fortunately, Ding Huanchun's target was clearly not him, nor everyone else.

……

"I can sense Elder Zhou's presence to the west."

At Shi Ling's prompting, Chen Yang ran wildly westward.

The Three Corpse Tree also said that it sensed the aura of another Three Corpse Tree in the west.

It seems that Old Zhou was probably held back, otherwise he would have shown up long ago.

Chen Yang didn't care about anything else and ran towards where the big shots were, hoping to increase his chances of survival.

Ding Huanchun was extremely fast, completely ignoring the trees blocking his way, and charged straight at them. His physical body was so strong that the trees in his path exploded and snapped.

Its imposing presence was beyond imagination.

whoosh...

Two figures, one in black and one in white, quickly caught up from behind.

It was an eight-winged centipede and a small white snake.

The two were locked in a fierce battle with the old dragon when they sensed the danger on Chen Yang's side. They immediately abandoned the old dragon and rushed over to his rescue.

Both are extremely fast.

Streams of sword energy shot towards Ding Huanchun.

However, Ding Huanchun did not dodge or evade at all. His physical body was fully capable of withstanding this level of attack. At this moment, under the effect of the Qiling Powder, the spiritual energy in his body was increasing wildly.

One time, two times, three times...

The rapid expansion of his spiritual energy made him feel an unprecedented power, and he had the illusion that even if he encountered a true Celestial Realm expert, he would dare to fight.

In his eyes, the white snake and the eight-winged centipede were nothing more than two annoying mosquitoes.

Despite the fierce onslaught from both sides, his speed did not decrease in the slightest.

"Buzz!"

A burst of spiritual energy suddenly erupted, slashing towards the little white snake and the eight-winged centipede.

Sensing danger, the two quickly dodged and distanced themselves from Ding Huanchun.

The little white snake continued to harass him, while the eight-winged centipede quickly flew towards Chen Yang.

The countless legs wrapped around Chen Yang's back, and the eight-winged centipede flapped its wings violently, quickly carrying Chen Yang into the air.

"Humph!"

Ding Huanchun snorted coldly, and his mental energy transformed into an invisible hand, attempting to capture Chen Yang.

run?
Do you think you can fly away when I have you in my hands?
Chen Yang felt as if the surrounding space had frozen. The eight wings of the eight-winged centipede flapped violently, but it could only spin around in place.

"Shh!"

A primordial spirit sword aura instantly slashed towards him.

Chen Yang's pupils suddenly contracted, and he blocked with the Seven Star Sword in front of him.

"boom!"

His body, suspended in mid-air, was blasted away. The dragon scales on his chest vibrated again, blocking another attack for Chen Yang.

After this attack, the dragon scales dimmed, clearly having exhausted their energy.

But because of this attack, Chen Yang broke free from the shackles of Ding Huanchun's powerful mental energy.

The eight-winged centipede quickly flapped its wings, carrying Chen Yang into the night sky.

"Buzz!"

The little white snake followed closely behind and flew away.

I'm not fighting you anymore.

"You little beast, do you think that's all I'm capable of?"

Ding Huanchun stopped in his tracks, looked at Chen Yang in the air, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips.

He shook his clothes, revealing a seal hanging around his neck.

A stack of paper figures appeared out of thin air in his hand. Without any apparent spellcasting, he simply tossed the paper figures into the air.

These paper figures, imbued with his primordial spirit energy, immediately seemed to come alive, rapidly chasing after Chen Yang in the air. The paper figures were incredibly fast and their sheer numbers were overwhelming, comparable to a rampaging swarm of insects. They quickly caught up and blocked Chen Yang's path.

Chen Yang's pupils trembled slightly.

This technique is called the Ink Splashing Soul Technique. I encountered it a while ago when dealing with wandering masters in Dawa Mountain, and it was extremely troublesome.

The Ink-Splashing Soul Technique is a secret art of the Witchcraft Sect, and I never expected that this guy surnamed Ding would know it.

However, it's not hard to imagine.

After all, this old guy is almost a hundred years old. He's been holed up in Raojiang for so many years, who knows what he might have learned.

Raojiang is one of the main bases of the Wumen school. In addition, he once studied under Pang Guanglin, who was not only a Buddhist disciple but also a Dharma master. Therefore, Ding Huanchun has a background in Dharma.

The paper figures covered the sky and rushed towards Chen Yang.

The little white snake rushed forward, unleashing its vital energy, attempting to break through the blockade.

Chen Yang suddenly felt a strong sense of alarm. He turned around and saw Ding Huanchun flying towards him, stepping on a large group of paper figures.

A grunt.

Chen Yang's Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed.

I originally thought I would have some advantage in the air, and if all else fails, I could just run away and fly back to Emei.

But things didn't seem to go as I expected.

"Elder Centipede, get down."

Chen Yang quickly called out.

When the enemy also possesses air combat capabilities, the so-called advantage becomes a disadvantage.

After all, with Elder Centipede carrying him around, he couldn't do whatever he wanted, and in the air, he couldn't unleash even half of his combat power.

The eight-winged centipede also realized this, so it had the little white snake forcefully clear a path, breaking through the paper figure's blockade, and flew directly towards the mountain forest below.

On the summit of an unnamed mountain, the terrain was flat and the forest was dense and lush. Under the silent night sky, Chen Yang's intrusion startled the birds in the forest, causing them to scatter in all directions.

"Sususu!"

The paper figure quickly caught up, and Chen Yang activated the Yi Wood Divine Thunder Token, then swung his sword backhand.

"boom……"

The power of thunder erupted, and a brilliant arc of light struck the paper figure squarely.

Thunder shattered the evil, and the paper figure instantly turned to ashes.

"You little beast, keep running!"

The sound descended from the sky, echoing through the mountains and forests. The next second, a large group of paper figures carrying Ding Huanchun slowly descended into the mountains and forests.

Chen Yang felt a chill run down his spine.

He no longer knew where he was, only that he should still be in the Wuliang Mountains.

"Humph!"

Chen Yang snorted coldly and poured his true essence into the Seven Star Sword.

On the massive sword, seven stars suddenly lit up, their arcs illuminating the pitch-black Shining.

The sword spirit was quite accommodating; suddenly, a faint divine might emanated from the sword. Chen Yang gripped the hilt with both hands, let out a low shout, and slashed directly at Ding Huanchun, who was not far away.

A terrifying electric current, imbued with the power of divine punishment, formed a ball of lightning that instantly roared toward Ding Huanchun.

Ding Huanchun has already been fooled once; would he fall for it a second time?
With a wave of his hand, the paper figure rushed forward to block him, but Ding Huanchun immediately dodged.

"boom!"

The ball lightning exploded with a deafening roar, and the shockwave instantly leveled an area of ​​tens of meters around it.

Ding Huanchun stood dozens of meters away from Chen Yang, watching him leisurely. "Kid, give up struggling. Now, no one will come to save you. Your lightning technique is powerful, but it must have taken a lot of energy. Rather than dying from exhaustion, I'd rather give you a quick death."

Chen Yang held the Seven Star Sword, his mind tense.

An eight-winged centipede and a small white snake hung on his left and right sides, respectively, also on high alert.

Chen Yang's face was slightly pale. Just as Ke Shaohua said, the Seven Star Sword could trigger heavenly punishment, which was indeed very powerful, but it also consumed a lot of energy.

That sword strike just now almost completely drained his internal energy.

If it were anyone else, and this sword strike failed to kill their opponent, then all they would have to do next was wait to be slaughtered by their opponent.

But Chen Yang is clearly different from ordinary people.

The Taotie Gu rapidly released a large amount of true essence, like a portable power bank, with the true essence quickly replenishing itself like a tidal wave.

His face, which had been slightly pale, regained its color in just a few breaths.

Sensing the change in Chen Yang, Ding Huanchun frowned slightly.

What a troublesome kid! Is he really that hard to kill?

His fists clenched even tighter.

The next second, Chen Yang swung his sword at him again.

The power of thunder, imbued with the might of divine punishment, is not fatal, but it does damage the primordial spirit.

Ding Huanchun's spiritual energy is now expanding, and his primordial spirit has reached an unprecedented level of strength, but he is also wary of the power of divine punishment.

Helpless, they could only continue to hide.

"Boom, boom..."

Chen Yang unleashed several sword strikes in quick succession, seemingly disregarding the true energy within his body.

During this period, the Taotie Gu absorbed a lot of energy and stored a large amount of true essence. However, even the largest power bank has a limited capacity.

He just wanted to create the illusion that he didn't lack true energy at all, in order to see if he could fool Ding Huanchun.

"Why are you hiding? You think you're so capable? If you're so tough, then fight me head-on."

Chen Yang stood with his sword in hand, his true energy rapidly recovering. He looked arrogant and stared at Ding Huanchun, who was fifty or sixty meters away.

"Hehe, haha, hahahaha..."

Ding Huanchun felt as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. Chen Yang's words sounded like a little hedgehog making a helpless fuss in front of a tiger.

"You little beast, you're just as despicable as your great-grandfather."

Ding Huanchun suddenly stopped laughing, his face turning frosty as he hurled a insult at Chen Yang, "You really think I can't handle you?"

He was simply wary of the power of divine punishment.

Fear is not the same as being afraid or dreadful.

This kid is like a hedgehog, but he's tough to deal with. This tiger is only wary of the quills on his back. He originally thought that once the quills on his body were used up, he could kill him with minimal cost.

But now, he has changed his mind.

At worst, I'll get struck by a blade; at worst, my primordial spirit will be injured. Even if I'm severely injured, I'll still kill this brat.

Once I kill this brat, I'll be free of all worries. What's a little injury compared to that? After eliminating my obsession, I'll reap many benefits, and my strength will surely advance even further.

At that moment, he stopped hiding and walked directly toward Chen Yang with his sword.

Chen Yang tensed up instantly. He didn't lack true energy for the time being, after all, he still had a pear in his possession.

He only meant to scare the guy with those words, but it had the opposite effect, making the old man determined to fight him to the death.

Now, with no other choice, he immediately took out the Spirit Awakening Powder, ready to fight to the death.

Not long ago, we smuggled a new product from Li Changfu: Qiling Pill.

If you can use it, so can I.

He took one out and swallowed it directly.

Although this stuff has significant side effects, in a crisis, who cares about side effects? That's something to consider later.

Qi Ling Dan can amplify spiritual energy, generally by 3 to 5 times, and occasionally by about 10 times.

Chen Yang didn't expect to achieve 10 times the effect; as long as he could achieve 5 times the effect, his mental cultivation would temporarily reach level 2500.

This is already at the level of spiritual cultivation of the Dao True Realm. With a spiritual cultivation level of 2500, the combat power will definitely increase several times when the Golden Body Dharma Form is unleashed.

His current maximum power can reach nine or ten dragons. When he uses his Dharma form, his maximum power will definitely increase to a terrifying level.

He didn't expect to fight against a Celestial Body, but he only hoped to withstand a few more attacks so he could run faster when he fled.

The most urgent task is to find a way to reunite with Zhou Mingyuan and the others; only then will there be any hope of survival.

"Don't you think it's too late to take medicine now?"

Ding Huanchun sneered, finding Chen Yang's behavior childish and laughable. In the face of absolute power, all struggles were so pale and powerless.

Chen Yang raised the Seven Star Sword, ready to fight.

Although the Qiling Pill has been taken, it will take time for the medicine to take effect.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Ding Huanchun stopped in his tracks, his expression changed abruptly, as if some old ailment had flared up, and he let out a muffled groan.

It felt like his head had been hit with a heavy hammer, and his surging mental energy suddenly threatened to go berserk.

"Oh!"

It was as if another heavy hammer had struck him on the head.

Ding Huanchun staggered back a few steps, feeling a wave of dizziness.

what's the situation?
This sudden turn of events left Chen Yang somewhat bewildered.

I was ready to fight to the death, what are you playing at this time?
Play me?
Are you trying to trick me into making a move so you can take the opportunity to kill me?

In that instant, Chen Yang's vigilance reached its peak, and he hurriedly retreated a distance.

"puff!"

Suddenly, Ding Huanchun coughed up a mouthful of black blood without warning, his face turning as pale as paper.

Holy crap, is this an act? They went all out? Did they really spend that much money? Did they bleed themselves dry?
Chen Yang became even more vigilant.

Ding Huanchun shook his head vigorously and staggered back a few steps.

"Damn, a nail-head technique?"

In that instant, blood appeared at the corner of Ding Huanchun's mouth, and his eyes flashed with a bloody light. He was also highly skilled in the secret arts of the Fa Sect, so it wasn't hard for him to guess that he had been ambushed.

Nail-head technique.

Although he didn't know this forbidden technique, he had at least seen pigs run, even if he had never eaten pork.

This feeling must be from the nail-head technique.

Someone is worshipping him using the nail-head technique.

But, how is this possible?

The nail-head ritual requires knowing the recipient's accurate birth date and time; otherwise, if the ritual is performed incorrectly, it will inevitably backfire.

He was born from a coffin, and his birth date and time are a mystery. Who in this world could possibly know his birth date and time?
(End of this chapter)