Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 149 Encountering the Demonic Path and Escape in Chaos
"set off!"

Lin Fan activated his magic power and gave an order. His powerful voice, packed with immense magic power, was like rolling thunder, instantly spreading throughout the entire team.

"This team is huge, with over a thousand people!"

Most of them were disciples in the Qi training stage. They wore the same yellow silk shirts. As the sunlight shone through them, the fine silk threads on their shirts shimmered with light.

There were only a dozen or so cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage. They stood tall and straight at the front of the team, with faint fluctuations of spiritual energy around them. They had calm expressions, and their every move revealed the extraordinary demeanor of those in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Everyone knew that the Kingdom of Yue had been defeated and completely conquered. They could only go to foreign countries and find another place to settle down, so their hearts were heavy and full of worries about the future.

As Lin Fan gave the order, the team marched towards the north of Yue State like a long winding dragon.

The cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage controlled the magic tools, their spiritual energy surged throughout their bodies, and they shuttled back and forth in the air, maintaining the order of the team in an orderly manner.

The disciples in the Qi training stage chanted something and performed the Wind Control Technique. They stepped lightly, the wind rustled under their soles, and they hurried on their way. The yellow silk shirts on their bodies rustled violently in the wind.

Lin Fan was hanging alone in the air, standing with his hands behind his back, thinking about how the leader and young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect had perished together under his sword, but not a single word of news had leaked out in the past few years. It was really too weird.

He secretly thought that the news must have been strictly sealed within the Ghost Spirit Sect. After all, losing both the Sect Master and the Young Master, as well as a Nascent Soul Stage expert, would be an unbearable blow to any sect.

Once the news spreads, it will undoubtedly attract the covetousness of other sects, who will secretly spy on them, intending to divide up the resources and territory of the Ghost Spirit Sect. The Ghost Spirit Sect has no choice but to do this.

Time passed quietly as we hurried on our way, and in the blink of an eye, several hours had passed.

Along the way, although the disciples in the Qi training stage walked at a brisk pace, they gradually showed signs of fatigue due to their weak magic power.

Seeing this, Lin Fan decisively ordered: "Rest here, meditate to restore your magic power!" Hearing this, everyone found a place to sit down, closed their eyes, and concentrated, circulating their spiritual power.

At the same time, Lin Fan turned to look at the Foundation Establishment cultivators and solemnly instructed, "The rest of you, spread out and stand guard. Be extremely cautious and beware of ambushes by the demonic cultivators."

The Foundation Establishment cultivators received the order, spiritual energy surged around their bodies, and they lifted their flying instruments into the air, flying in all directions. Their sharp eyes vigilantly scanned every corner, guarding the safety of the team.

Lin Fan spread his spiritual sense like spider silk, meticulously exploring his surroundings. Just a few dozen miles away, a group from the Six Demonic Sects entered his perception.

This was obviously an elite force. There were seven or eight Jindan-stage cultivators alone, with fierce fluctuations of magical power lingering around them. There were also hundreds of foundation-building stage cultivators, all of whom were extremely powerful.

What's strange is that there isn't a single Qi training disciple in the team. It might be that either the Qi training disciples are too slow to keep up with the team's pace, or they are useless in this level of operation, so they were not brought along.

Lin Fan's mind raced, and an idea flashed through his mind. He was currently leading a large force, so quietly escaping wouldn't be easy. If he feigned an encounter with this demonic group, taking advantage of the chaos while everyone else sought an opportunity to escape, it would be a good way to escape.

An hour passed in a flash. Lin Fan gathered all his magic power and shouted in a voice like a bell: "Let's go!"

Upon hearing the sound, the Qi training disciples who were originally sitting on the ground to recover their magic power stood up quickly, chanted something, and performed the Wind Control Technique.

In an instant, figures wrapped in spiritual power rushed towards the distance like arrows, their clothes rustling and bringing up a strong wind.

Under Lin Fan's deliberate leadership, two hours later, as expected, the team met the elite team of the six sects of the Demonic Path.

The Jindan stage cultivator who was the leader of the six demonic sects had an eagle-like gaze. He locked onto the mighty army of Huangfeng Valley at a glance. His eyes widened and he shouted at the top of his voice: "Quick! There is a large group of people here. Charge and kill them! Don't let any of them go!" This shout, wrapped in surging magic power, spread throughout the surroundings in an instant, like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears.

In an instant, the scene descended into chaos. The demonic cultivators rushed forward like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey, their various magical instruments flashing with eerie light as they were unleashed with abandon. Spells brimming with destructive energy blasted towards the people of Yellow Maple Valley like meteors chasing the moon.

For a moment, the roar of magic was deafening. "Boom! Boom!" was heard continuously. The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder. Spiritual energy surged, and the ground was covered with dust...

Lin Fan's expression was stern. He summoned all his magical power and shouted in a voice as powerful as a bell: "Everyone, don't fight any longer. Run for your lives! Who knows if there will be a large force from the Six Demonic Sects behind us. By then, it will be too late to escape!"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like the sound of a starting gun. Everyone panicked instantly and figures fled for their lives in all directions.

How could the demonic monks let him go so easily? They followed closely behind and chased him like hungry wolves.

Seeing this, Lin Fan didn't hesitate at all. He quickly made hand gestures with his hands, muttered something, and directed his life-saving magic weapon, the Seven Star Sword.

In an instant, seven golden flying swords appeared out of thin air. Runes on the swords flickered and vibrated, and with an indomitable momentum, they rushed into the crowd of demons like seven golden lightning bolts.

Wherever the sword passed, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and any demonic cultivator who was hit by the sword energy was easily cut in half by the powerful force of the magic weapon.

Some clever demonic cultivators in the foundation-building stage were so frightened by the terrifying power of the Seven-Star Sword that their faces turned pale and they fled for their lives.

Seeing this, the demonic cultivator in the Jindan stage suddenly became furious and roared at the top of his lungs, "He's looking for death! Everyone, come together and capture this brat!"

Following this command, the remaining several demonic cultivators in the Jindan stage rushed towards Lin Fan from different directions like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey, with greed and fierceness flashing in their eyes.

They took out their respective magic weapons without hesitation. For a moment, various lights flashed, and magic weapons of various shapes flew towards Lin Fan with the sound of whistling wind, like meteors chasing the moon.

"Boom!"

The huge roar produced by the collision of the magic weapons was deafening, spiritual power overflowed, and the air was filled with a pungent smell.

Lin Fan's face was as calm as water, without any sign of panic. His hands danced rapidly in front of him, his ten fingers nimbly changing the magic formulas, and his movements were so fast that they almost left afterimages.

In a flash, he activated the ancient treasure Ice and Fire Shield. In an instant, the Ice and Fire Shield shone brightly, and a shield that was a blend of hot flames and cold ice air spread out like ripples, protecting him tightly. On the surface of the shield, ice and fire intertwined and rolled with each other, making a sizzling sound.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Fan snapped his fingers, and an ancient bronze mirror flew out of the storage bag and hung in front of him.

This bronze mirror is old in style, with intricate and obscure runes engraved on the edges. There is a faint green glow on the mirror body, which is mysterious and distant.

As Lin Fan guided the magic formula, the bronze mirror trembled slightly, and waves of light rippled out from the mirror surface, echoing with the ice and fire shields. Layer upon layer, it formed an indestructible defensive barrier, doing its best to resist the attacks that were as intensive as a storm.

Every time an attack landed on the light curtain, it created ripples of spiritual energy, erupting in the air with a deafening roar.

After resisting several waves of attacks, a look of embarrassment appeared on his face. He pretended to be defeated, silently chanted a spell, and quickly took back his life-saving magic weapon, the Seven-Star Sword.

Immediately afterwards, golden light shone brightly around him, transforming into a dazzling golden light, rushing away into the distance, so fast that it seemed like a meteor across the night sky.

(End of this chapter)