Mortals, and even my disciple Han Li, don't mess with me!

Chapter 91 Wu Yun's Demise!

They flew in silence for over ten thousand miles before finally stopping.

Wu Yun did not stop voluntarily, but was forced to stop.

Because two other figures appeared in front of him: a short man and a strange-looking man dressed in a black robe.

Both of them were late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

The dwarf is one of the three great masters of the Mulan people, and the man in black robes is naturally the sect leader of the Yinluo Sect.

At the same time, the middle-aged Confucian scholar who had been closely following him also stopped.

These words were spoken by the man in black robes, who was also the sect leader of the Yinluo Sect.

Ever since he learned that Wu Yun had used the Demon Blade Blood Sky to instantly kill a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator, he had suspected that the Demon Blade Blood Sky was a Heaven-Reaching Treasure.

Although he didn't know how Wu Yun, in his early Nascent Soul stage, had mastered the Heavenly Treasure, he desperately wanted to obtain the Demon Blade Blood Sky.

In that case, their Yinluo Sect might become the number one sect in the Great Jin Dynasty.

This is the perfect opportunity.

"It seems you've all planned this out, waiting for me here. But wanting my demonic blade is simply wishful thinking. Because I don't even have it with me."

Wu Yun's words made the black-robed man's face even darker than the black robe he was wearing.

"How laughable that you didn't bring your Demon Blade? You're simply courting death. Without the Demon Blade, you're nothing more than a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stages. Since you're looking for death, then this sect will send you on your way."

Unable to obtain the Demon Blade Blood Sky, the Yinluo Sect Master was naturally furious.

Without any wasted words or hesitation, they made their move immediately.

He patted his storage bag, and more than a dozen round beads covered with blood-red threads appeared in his hand. He then threw them at Wu Yun.

In an instant, white orbs from all directions rushed toward Wu Yun.

Faced with these round beads, Wu Yun remained calm and composed. With a single slash of his flying sword, hundreds of sword threads shot out.

However, when these sword threads cut through the beads, no lightning or anything like that appeared.

Instead, a dark red mist of blood emerged, and as soon as the mist dissipated, it emitted a nauseating, pungent odor.

This thing is a special item of their Yinluo Sect called Blood Thunder Seed, which is made from these filthy things.

Its effect is that once something is tainted by this substance, its power will be greatly reduced and its spiritual essence will be greatly lost.

Unless it is a demonic treasure, if you want to restore it, you need to use your own natal fire to nurture and temper it, which takes a lot of time.

Under normal circumstances, even the black-robed man who is the sect leader of the Yinluo Sect doesn't have many.

He has now given up almost all of his wealth in order to kill Wu Yun in one blow.

At the very least, it could severely injure Wu Yun and greatly reduce his strength, since in the eyes of others, Wu Yun relied on the Demon Blade Blood Sky.

Without the Demon Blade Blood Sky, Wu Yun was, in the eyes of others, just a fairly powerful early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

There is nothing to fear.

However, to his surprise, Wu Yun's flying sword was not affected in any way.

This scene caused his expression to change, but he was still fully prepared, as a large amount of black energy appeared around him.

In the blink of an eye, the black mist completely engulfed his figure, followed by a series of ghostly wails.

The next moment, several tall figures emerged from the black mist.

These tall figures were all corpse-refining beings. One held a short halberd in both hands, another held a long, emerald-green spear, and the third held a huge spiked club.

When Wu Yun saw the three corpses, a solemn expression appeared on his face.

Because all three of them are at the Nascent Soul stage.

If it weren't for faking his death to escape, Wu Yun would be using the Demon Blade Blood Sky to wreak havoc right now.

But now that he's faked his death to escape, he naturally won't go on a rampage; instead, he'll turn around and run.

However, just as he turned to run, his escape route was blocked by two other Mulan Grandmasters.

A short man and a middle-aged scholar blocked all his escape routes.

Upon seeing this, Wu Yun knew that his plan was about to succeed.

"Very well! It's truly an honor to have three late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators like you personally take action. In that case, you won't have an easy time either."

The moment that burst of wild laughter rang out, the expressions of the three late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators changed instantly.

Middle-aged Confucian scholars, in particular, readily spout their theories.

"Oh no, he's going to self-destruct!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

A deafening roar!

Wu Yun's body exploded, and a cloud of blood mist rushed out in all directions like a torrent.

The man in black robes and the two Grand Masters of Mulan retreated as quickly as possible.

This time, Wu Yun not only self-destructed his body and nascent soul, but also his natal magic weapon and many other items on his body.

Although it hurt their wallets, they were still focused on getting away as quickly as possible.

When everything calmed down, they looked at the devastated scene, their faces filled with extreme sorrow.

"Did he really self-destruct and die? It can't be a fake, can it?"

The man in black robes still refused to believe that Wu Yun had perished.

This was so simple that he could hardly believe it.

In particular, he had not yet obtained the Blood Sky Demon Blade that he longed for.

Under these circumstances, he really couldn't believe that Wu Yun had perished like this.

"Whether he really died or not, as long as we release this news, it will definitely have a huge impact on the morale of the Tiannan region."

Although the middle-aged scholar looked grim, he still offered his advice.

"That's right, then let's get this news out as soon as possible."

Meanwhile, on a flat area about a thousand miles away from them.

Wu Yun was looking at the still resentful Zhi Mu Ling Ying in front of him.

"Alright, stop holding a grudge. Don't worry, I'll definitely give you enough compensation. I won't let you sacrifice so much of your energy for nothing by putting on this grand spectacle of self-destructing your nascent soul. If nothing unexpected happens, they'll release the news of my self-destruction as quickly as possible. I'll just see how many people are happy about it."

Wu Yun's words of comfort made Zhi Mu Lingying snort coldly.

"So when do you plan to show up?"

"Of course, I'll wait until the show is over before I show my face again. Don't worry, it won't be long before it's over. I'm quite confident about this."

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Wu Yun smiled and continued to reassure them.