Evil Immortal!

That afternoon, Meng Yuan was locked in combat with an iron corpse.

Iron Corpse is an upgraded version of Yin Corpse, similar to Zombie. It is lean and wiry, and its body is tempered by corpse energy and yin energy, making it as tough as iron and stone. It is impervious to swords and spears and is very fast.

Fortunately, Meng Yuan had improved the "Yin Feng Zhan Gui Dao" to the minor completion level, greatly increasing his combat power.

A long sword moved nimbly and swiftly in his hand, deflecting the iron corpse's attacks one by one, and even having time to counterattack.

Finally, he spent some time cutting off the iron corpse's head.

However, when he turned around unintentionally, he saw a handsome young man smiling at him from behind.

"Damn it! After walking the dark so many times, I've finally run into a ghost!"

Meng Yuan felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Waves of danger assaulted his mind, almost overwhelming him.

The young man was dressed in a long black and gold robe. He was exceptionally handsome, with a tall and slender figure, skin as white as jade, and thin, red lips. However, his long, narrow, and beautiful eyes held a hint of sinister and feminine charm as they moved.

Wu Xingkong!

A traitor of the Golden Rooster Temple, a disciple of the Blood-Eyed Ancestor, he possesses extraordinary talent, including the unparalleled talent of the Exquisite Demon Heart. He is comparable to Gu Zhengyang, a genius in the demonic path, and is also the main boss in the demonic faction!

The other party actually contacted him directly. Was this an accident, or was there another reason?

But whatever the reason, it doesn't matter, because Wu Xingkong is an extremely dangerous person. If anything goes wrong, he will suffer a fatal blow!

"Young man, you seem quite scared?"

Wu Xingkong smiled.

Before Meng Yuan could answer, he shook his head to himself: "No, you're not just scared, you're also very nervous, and somewhat surprised?"

As he spoke, he smiled knowingly, "But as far as I know, you and I are complete strangers, so... what are you so nervous about? And what are you so surprised about?"

"Let me think... perhaps..."

Wu Xingkong tapped his forehead with his index finger, tilting his head as if in thought: "Do you know me? Or do you know who I am?!"

"Damn it! Using the heart as a mirror to reflect one's true self! This guy possesses the exquisite demonic heart talent, he must have cultivated a supernatural power similar to telepathy, able to sense the emotions and thoughts of others! This is blatant cheating!"

Meng Yuan cursed under his breath, quickly composed himself, and tried his best to hide his emotions so as not to be detected by the other party. At the same time, he did not forget to crush the communication jade talisman.

He chuckled dryly and said, "You jest, sir. How could I possibly know you?"

"Really? But I have a feeling you're lying?"

Wu Xingkong seemed to be becoming increasingly curious about Meng Yuan, leisurely crossing his arms and looking him up and down.

His gaze was calm, yet it contained a strange power that could see right through one's mind!

The exquisite demonic heart talent gave Wu Xingkong unimaginable insight, allowing him to perceive many things from Meng Yuan's reaction.

For example... Meng Yuan seemed to know him very well, knowing that he had the ability to read other people's emotions and thoughts, and also knowing how to guard against this ability.

As for Meng Yuan's little tricks, Wu Xingkong seemed not to notice them, or perhaps he did notice them but didn't care at all.

The communication jade talisman was crushed. Gu Zhengyang and the others, having received the news, would definitely rush over immediately. However, Meng Yuan felt something was amiss, and his heart sank.

Wu Xingkong's reaction was beyond his expectations. The other party's calm and unhurried demeanor did not seem like someone being chased and fleeing for their life. Instead, it gave him a leisurely feeling of enjoying the spring flowers.

Could it be that Wu Xingkong has some hidden trump card?

Or are they absolutely certain that they can escape alive?

Meng Yuan sighed and gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

Wu Xingkong had clearly noticed something was amiss... No matter how much he tried to disguise or explain, it was all in vain. In that case, he only had one path to take.

At this moment, Wu Xingkong seemed to sense something, turned his head to look in a certain direction, then looked at Meng Yuan, his gaze lingering on the deformed tumor on Meng Yuan's neck, and smiled, "You're an interesting person, perhaps you're hiding some secrets..."

"If it were any other time, I might have played around with you more, but unfortunately, I don't have that much time now."

"Damn it, that bastard really did make a move!"

Hearing only half of the conversation, Meng Yuan sensed something was wrong and turned to run away.

"The world is full of sorrow and hardship, and returning to the embrace of death may not be such a bad thing as happiness, so why struggle?"

Watching Meng Yuan flee, Wu Xingkong shook his head slightly, as if he thought Meng Yuan was doing something foolish. He remained calm, raised his hand and flicked his finger, and a slender golden-red sword aura shot out.

Thin as a leek leaf, yet incredibly sharp, and containing terrifying heat, it left a twisted trail in the air.

Just as the golden-red sword energy was about to pierce Meng Yuan's back, Meng Yuan seemed to sense the danger, turned around, and slashed down with his long sword.

Click, click!

The longsword clashed with the golden-red sword energy, shattering into pieces.

Whoosh whoosh!

Before some of the approaching iron pieces could even fly out, they were burned into molten iron by the terrifying temperature carried by the golden-red sword energy.

The golden-red sword energy, though slightly obstructed, did not lose much power, but its direction was slightly deviated, piercing through Meng Yuan's shoulder and leaving a charred, teacup-sized wound.

The surrounding skin was also burned, and blisters quickly appeared, emitting a strong smell of burnt meat.

Meng Yuan's vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground, feeling a scorching and destructive aura rushing around him, the pain almost making him faint.

As for the wound on the shoulder, because it was burned to a crisp, it lost sensation and pain, leaving only a faint numbness.

"This bastard, a cultivator at the Purple Mansion Realm, actually bullied a first-level martial artist like me! He really has the heart to do that!"

Meng Yuan gritted his teeth, cursing the other party in his heart for their lack of martial ethics.

A cultivator at the Purple Mansion Realm is a true third-tier cultivator, on par with a martial arts master. Such a person lives for three hundred years, can fly on a sword, and traverse rivers and mountains. Their essence has already transcended the mortal realm and entered sainthood. In version 1.0, they were the ceiling of existence.

Dealing with a nobody like him is practically cheating!

"Oh? He's still alive?"

Wu Xingkong raised an eyebrow, about to continue his attack, but then paused and stopped.

At this moment, a handsome young man with a large face, big ears, and a strong and heroic physique stood beside Meng Yuan.

The young man had bronze skin, a calm demeanor, and bright, piercing eyes that were full of determination and perseverance, as if nothing in the world could defeat him.

It was Gu Zhengyang!

Du Caidie and the withered monk also appeared one after another, and the two helped Meng Yuan to the side.

Du Caidie took out a round, silkworm-like insect with a swollen, yellowish-amber belly that seemed to be filled with honey. She crushed it with a "plop," and the sticky liquid dripped onto Meng Yuan's wound.

Instantly, a cool sensation spread, relieving the burning pain and making the wound feel numb and itchy, allowing it to begin to heal.