darknovel Chapter 191 The Cultivation of a Top Hunter
Chapter 191 The Cultivation of a Top Hunter
A gentle breeze swirled around.
The ashes on the cliff were swept into the sea of clouds.
The two corpses, who had attempted to double-cross each other, were scattered cleanly.
The sickly smile on Mo Chengyue's face vanished instantly.
He lowered his head.
Rough fingertips rubbed against the storage pouch at his waist.
It was pitifully shriveled.
That batch of strategic reserves was enough to allow Core Formation stage cultivators to sweep through the outer regions.
It burned to ashes within a few hours.
A working-class family whose savings are almost gone.
In this desolate place where people are devoured without spitting out the bones.
It's not much different from salted fish on a cutting board.
Mo Chengyue came to a calm conclusion in his mind.
He did not pity himself.
I'm too lazy to regret it.
His mind was now filled with nothing but damage assessment and the next heist plan.
The ancient golden elixir, interwoven with black and white, slowly rotated within the dantian.
True essence flows silently along the eight extraordinary meridians.
Finally, it climbed all the way to the corner of his eye.
The Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique is like an invisible giant net.
It unfolds quietly.
The spiritual energy within a radius of dozens of miles flowed and entered his sea of consciousness.
In the crevice of the canyon on the east side.
Two auras at the mid-stage of Core Formation were cautiously approaching each other.
They acted like brothers on the surface.
They probably even calculated the angle at which they would stab someone in the back.
Several intelligent-stage demonic beasts in the north are feeding.
A strong stench of blood drifted over on the wind.
Those were a few fools tearing apart their low-level prey.
It's not worth wasting his energy on it at all.
Then.
He looked at the northwest horizon.
Boom!
A dull, unusual sound came from there.
Then a blinding pillar of spiritual energy shot up from the ground.
The sound was crisp and clear, like a rare treasure appearing in the world on its own.
It resonated with murderous intent.
This is no ordinary treasure unearthed.
This is several high-level cultivators burning their source energy.
A special surge of spiritual energy generated when they tear each other apart and fight.
A smile appeared on Mo Chengyue's lips.
"This commotion."
"There's definitely a big shipment over there."
He did not make any unnecessary preparations.
He directly pushed the operating frequency of the Heavenly Dragon Step to its limit.
His entire being transformed into a ghostly shadow.
It sped out, skimming along the scorched frozen ground.
The two intelligent-stage demonic beasts that were wandering on the edge had just raised their heads.
I felt a strange, cool breeze brush past me.
The hair on the back of their necks instantly stood on end.
Looking around, I couldn't see anything.
Not even a single fallen leaf was startled away.
Ten miles of mountain road.
Under the ancient physical pressure of being tempered by heavenly thunder.
However, it was over in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
Mo Chengyue nimbly climbed up the shady side of a protruding rock face.
He was like a lurking gecko.
It blends perfectly into the shadows where withered vines and pebbles intertwine.
Even breathing was completely absorbed into the wind.
He lowered his eyes.
It looked down indifferently at the basin below.
The center of the basin.
An ancient altar, half-collapsed, was shrouded in malevolent energy.
The very center of the altar.
A broken halberd, its entire body a dark gold color, was stuck diagonally in the ground.
Even though the halberd blade was already damaged.
The ancient malevolent energy swirling around it still surged as if it were a tangible substance.
It continuously emanated a terrifying pressure that could freeze one's bones.
These are genuine remains of a divine weapon.
Just for this piece of junk.
Mo Chengyue sneered silently to himself.
He looked away from the halberd.
He surveyed the bloody battlefield, now cleaved in two.
On the left are eight righteous cultivators dressed in identical cloud-patterned Taoist robes.
They formed a tortoise-shell sword formation, with each side protecting the other.
The sword energy intertwined to form an impenetrable barrier.
One of the female cultivators standing at the very back was particularly eye-catching.
She wore a simple white dress with wide sleeves and flowing lines.
Her figure was graceful and ethereal, like a startled swan.
Her skin was as white as snow.
Her willow-leaf eyebrows slanted upwards towards her temples.
Her pair of clear, bright eyes exuded a coldness that kept people at a distance.
Even with disheveled hair and blood at the corner of his mouth.
It's still beautiful.
right.
It is a well-organized elite demon squad.
They used a pincer formation to relentlessly block the retreat of the righteous cultivators.
The demon leader leading the group was over ten feet tall.
His entire body was covered in dark red demonic energy, like boiling magma.
The terrifying pressure of a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator was released without reservation.
He carried a bone spear dripping with blood.
One cut at a time.
He patiently scraped away at the outer protective barrier of the righteous sword formation.
Mo Chengyue's gaze lingered on the demon leader for two breaths.
He was frantically recording his opponent's weaknesses.
The standoff in the center of the battlefield has reached a fever pitch.
The leading righteous prodigy had a handsome face.
At this moment, however, it was slightly distorted by extreme greed.
He raised the longsword in his hand.
His voice was loud and clear, exuding righteous indignation.
"Dear fellow disciples."
"The demons are plotting to steal the most precious treasure of my righteous path."
"Even if we die here today, we will not die."
"We must not allow this ancient weapon to fall into the hands of the demonic path."
"Fight to the death with me, everyone!"
"To defend the glory of our sect."
He shouted with great passion.
It was so exciting that it got everyone's blood pumping.
Several young inner disciples immediately had tears in their eyes.
He was unleashing his true energy like he was on steroids.
Even the aloof and stunningly beautiful female cultivator gritted her teeth.
Forcibly overdrawing essence and blood to stabilize the core of the formation.
however.
At the very moment when the slogan was shouted the loudest.
The demon leader's bone spear emitted a piercing sound as it tore through the air.
With overwhelming ferocity, it pierced straight into the weakest right flank of the formation.
The righteous prodigy was originally defending on the right flank.
He only needed to take one step forward to block the fatal blow.
But he didn't.
His eyes turned cold.
Without hesitation, he slapped his right hand at a seriously injured fellow disciple beside him.
boom.
A palm struck his back.
The disciple, whose face was full of admiration, didn't even react.
He was thus pushed directly out of the sword formation's protective circle by this skillful force.
"Help me."
Those two words were still stuck in my throat.
The bone spear had pierced his heart.
Warm blood splattered all over the face of that righteous prodigy.
This human shield bought them half a breath of time.
He used her perfectly.
He slid backward.
It filled the gap in the array's core with exceptional smoothness.
His gaze was fixed on the dark gold halberd on the altar.
His eyes were filled with the fervor of impending success.
As for the fellow disciple he pushed out to his death...
He didn't even spare a glance.
This was truly a textbook example of exorcising demons and upholding justice.
Mo Chengyue watched from the shadows, utterly amazed.
This is the art of shifting blame in the workplace.
You absolutely cannot develop cerebral thrombosis without ten years of training.
Even such a despicable scoundrel can become a righteous hero.
This cultivation world is truly beyond saving.
He labeled this champion of justice as high-risk.
The righteous path cultivates the mind.
The demonic path is brutal.
As expected, all of them are junk data that needs to be cleaned up.
He lowered his spiritual sense even further.
Think about and analyze the cards both sides have up their sleeves.
The righteous prodigy kept his left hand tucked inside his sleeve.
He gripped a jade slip that glowed red light tightly between his fingertips.
That was not a distress signal.
Mo Chengyue was very familiar with this thing.
The spiritual energy resonance of that thing was extremely chaotic.
It's the kind of explosive seal that destroys both friend and foe.
This is his bottom line.
It was also his most powerful weapon for intimidating his fellow disciples and enemies.
Then look at the demon leader.
Don't be fooled by his imposing presence as he wields the bone spear.
In reality, they appear strong on the outside but are weak on the inside.
The edge of that extremely arrogant protective magic armor.
It was already covered with tiny cracks that were difficult to see with the naked eye.
His fundamental overdraft is far more severe than it appears on the surface.
Everyone's acting.
They were both waiting for the other to break down and show weakness first.
Who plays their trump card first?
Whoever does that is meat on the chopping board.
Mo Chengyue kept this judgment firmly in his heart.
My breathing rate was now perfectly synchronized with the sound of the surrounding wind.
He is now just a lifeless stone.
This is the kind of professionalism a top hunter should have.
You guys go first.
I love watching dogs fight.
He coldly set the tone in his mind.
Just then.
The deadlock below has been broken.
The demon leader lost his patience.
He let out a deafening roar.
"The pretty boy of the human race."
"I don't have time to play this childish game with you."
"Today you will all become the blood offerings for this altar."
He suddenly released the bone spear with both hands.
Her ten fingers flew wildly across her chest.
The complex and ancient hand seals took shape one by one.