The young Toutuo held his head, already dumbfounded. Only then did he realize that he had stepped on a hornet's nest. The young and handsome monk in front of him was still a little afraid and panicked. The strong murderous aura emanating from him almost made him bleed.
Suddenly changing from a hunter to a prey, the young Toutuo reacted quickly. Enduring the severe pain in his consciousness, he suddenly raised his hand and threw several balls of flames towards Li Xuan's face. He kicked off his feet and jumped out of the cave.
If you can't fight, just run away, this person makes a decisive decision.
The corners of Li Xuan's mouth raised slightly, and he shouted in a low voice: "Jiu!"
A stream of light shot out from behind Li Xuan, shooting out with a buzzing sound, and catching up with the young Toutuo like a flying fairy from the sky. A "puff" sound penetrated from the back of his heart, splattering a cloud of scarlet blood.
The young Toutuo cried out in pain and fell to the ground with a "plop". His limbs twitched twice and stopped moving.
From the time the young Toutuo appeared until he was killed by Li Xuan, there was only about ten breaths in total.
However, in such a short period of time, Li Xuan had already sensed that the Nascent Soul monk who had just made a breakthrough in the distance was heading here.
He shook his head and sighed, muttering to himself: "I'm hiding again!"
Passing by the young Toutuo's body, Li Xuan raised his hand and took off the Sumeru ring on his fingertips, jumped out of the cave and disappeared into the vast jungle.
Half an hour later, a ray of light fell from the sky and landed at the entrance of the cave.
This is a haggard-looking man, and behind him are actually three white skulls, which are none other than a Ghost Sword Sect monk.
"Hee..." The Ghost Sword Sect monk glanced at the body of the young Toutuo monk and showed a secretive expression of joy.
His lips turned and he uttered a string of spells that no one could understand. The three skeletons behind him let out a howl of ghosts and wolves, then rushed towards the corpse and started spinning.
Suddenly, traces of black mist flowed from the seven orifices of the young Toutuo.
As soon as the mist came out, it was sucked into the whirlpool formed by the three skulls, and gradually condensed into a human face that looked exactly like the young Toutuo.
The Ghost Sword Sect cultivator smiled sinisterly, waved his palm, and a black flag appeared in his palm. Just when he was about to wave it, a stern look appeared in his eyes.
"Strange, why is a piece missing?"
The Ghost Blade Sect monk looked at the face in astonishment. A large piece was clearly missing in the center of the forehead.
His eyes flickered, and after a moment he put his right index finger in his mouth and bit it, then shook his hand and shot a drop of fingertip blood into the person's face.
The human face was dripping with semen and blood, and it immediately twisted in pain.
The Ghost Sword Sect monk asked coldly: "Why is part of your spiritual consciousness missing? Who killed you?"
"It's a young man from Youzhou City. He pretended to be a pig and ate the tiger, shattering my consciousness on the flying sword!"
The human face makes a weird sound.
"Crush the consciousness on the flying sword!"
The ghost knife sect monk's pale face moved slightly.
Even the Nascent Soul cultivator cannot maintain this secret technique of interrogating the dead for long. After answering a question, the person's face shakes a few times and shatters into pieces.
The Ghost Sword Sect monk stared blankly at the scattered ghosts, then walked into the depths of the cave, and sure enough he found a broken flying sword.
He picked up the flying sword and looked at it for a few times before letting out a weird laugh.
"Interesting... There is actually such a monk in Youzhou City. If I meet him, I must greet him well!"
Before he finished speaking, the Ghost Sword Sect monk walked out of the cave with his flying sword, threw it at the three skulls and said, "Find this person for me!"
The three skulls swarmed forward, Bai Sensen's teeth fell down, and in an instant they chewed up the flying sword.
After a while, they made a "hissing" sound and suddenly jumped into the air and rushed deep into the jungle.
The Ghost Sword Sect monk followed him with a cold expression, leaving behind a terrifying aura full of death wherever he passed.
Li Xuan, who was already in the dense forest at this time, stopped helplessly, glanced behind him, and sighed softly.
"If the tiger doesn't show off its power, do you think I'm a sick cat?
Isn’t he just a guy who just gave birth to a baby? If you dare to catch up, I will let you taste the power!"
Three black lights and shadows rushed through the dense forest, followed closely by a pale-faced monk.
A strong aura of death filled the monk's body, and the black flag in his hand trembled, causing bursts of screams and wails.
Within a quarter of an hour, the three black lights suddenly stopped, roaring like hounds that had discovered their prey.
Less than ten feet away from them, Li Xuan was sitting calmly.
The Ghost Sword Sect monk rushed out of the forest and saw Li Xuan who was calm and composed.
He let out a whistle, and the three skulls immediately dispersed, blocking Li Xuan's retreat.
"Boy, you can't escape."
The Ghost Blade Sect monk sneered.
"Who told you I was running away?"
Li Xuan actually managed to laugh under such circumstances.
The Ghost Sword Sect cultivator was frightened, but he calmed down immediately.
Even if he is just a monk who has just given birth to a baby, he is definitely not someone who can compete with the Golden Core Realm.
Golden elixir and Yuanying are the dividing line, there is no comparison! "How do you smash the consciousness that the Tutuo attached to the flying sword before?"
Treating Li Xuan as a prey that could not escape, the Ghost Sword Sect monks looked him up and down.
"What's your problem?"
Li Xuan asked rhetorically.
"Boy... if you dare to speak to me like this, I will swallow you with your skin and bones."
The Ghost Sword Sect monk said angrily.
Li Xuan pouted.
Seeing Li Xuan's flirtatious attitude, the Ghost Sword Sect monk was a little annoyed.
He snorted coldly and said: "How dare a little Golden Core monk dare to stand up in front of me!"
While he was talking, he moved the black flag in his hand, and saw streams of black energy flowing out of the flag, rushing towards Li Xuan overwhelmingly.
There are countless human faces hidden in this black air, emitting bursts of heart-rending screams.
"Are you scaring me?"
Not only was Li Xuan not afraid at all, but he looked like a wolf coveting the little lamb.
It's no wonder that Li Xuan is like this. The faces in front of him are clearly good ghosts. They are a great supplement to his Nine Nether Demonic Flames.
Although his Nine Nether Demonic Flame has formed a complete body, who can have too much of such a great tonic?
In the past, as long as the Ghost Sword Sect monks released the ghosts in the black flags, even opponents with a higher level of cultivation than him would be frightened, but this time he encountered something strange.
Not only did Li Xuan show no fear, he even showed a weird smile.
What shocked the Ghost Sword Sect monks even more was that Li Xuan's body gradually released a sinister energy that was more terrifying than the ghost! "How is that possible?"
Looking at Li Xuan dumbfounded, the Ghost Blade Sect monk thought he had made a mistake.
The other party obviously only has the cultivation level of golden elixir, but this Yin Qi is something that even the powerful Nascent Soul cannot possess.
He only felt that he was surrounded by a huge sea of Yin Qi, and he couldn't help but feel terrified.
Even the ghosts on the black flags noticed the ferocity of the Yin Qi, stopped howling, and huddled up in a ball, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.