Chapter 10 Escape
In Lingyuan Mountain, Song Changxin was pacing softly in the small building holding the messenger talisman he received early in the morning.
"The patriarch sent word that Qing Ming came down the mountain early in the morning. This kid has not returned even though it is almost dark. Could it be that he has sneaked back to Mujiao Town again."
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Song Qingming had been running to the west for who knows how long. At this moment, Song Qingming was a little exhausted. Seeing that there seemed to be no one behind him, Song Qingming found a big stone to hide behind and meditated to restore his spiritual energy.
Unexpectedly, not long after he sat down, a ray of red light flew straight towards his head. Song Qingming quickly sidestepped and used the Fierce Sun Sword in his hand to release a ray of fire towards the enemy, but he did not want to be caught by the cyan shield erected by the opponent. .
Looking at the black-clothed robber not far away, Song Qingming really had a headache. This guy had been chasing him for several hours. From afternoon to dusk, every time Song Qingming thought he had gotten rid of him, it wouldn't take long for him to come again. Appearing behind him, the black-clothed robber chased him every time, but was not in a hurry to keep him, as if he was deliberately toying with him slowly.
Song Qingming suffered a lot of injuries all over his body at this time, and there was not much spiritual power left in his body. Although there was only one robber in black chasing him, Song Qingming also understood that he was far behind him in terms of cultivation and fighting ability.
He was caught up in a fight several times, but without exception he was completely suppressed by the opponent. His own cultivation level was far inferior to this person's, and it could be said that he had no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation.
After Song Qingming ran north for a while, the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. The old man just said that running separately would increase the chances of the two of them escaping successfully, but what he pointed out to him was obviously a dead end.
To the north is an uninhabited direction, and further ahead is the Yunwu Mountain where monsters are infested. There is no chance of seeking help if you run here, and you will definitely be overtaken. At this time, Song Qingming felt as if he had entered the Yunwu Mountain.
And if he ran to the main road to the south, it would greatly increase the chance of survival. He didn't think much about it for a while, but he still followed the old man's advice. The old man planned to let him help attract the opponent's troops from the beginning. Increases his own chance of successful escape.
After another hard fight, the exhausted Song Qingming fled to the edge of a cliff. In front of him was a bottomless cliff, and behind him were the robbers in black chasing him. In his current state, if he jumped off this unknown cliff rashly, he would probably die faster.
Looking at the slowly approaching danger behind him, just as Song Qingming felt a little desperate, the corner of his eyes turned to a place covered by vines not far away from the cliff, revealing a dark hole, like a large abandoned bird. Now that he was desperate, he didn't think much and jumped along the steep cliff to hide in the cave.
"Boy, you have been running for so long and you can't run anymore. Do you think I can't find you by hiding here? Don't worry, I will give you a good time."
Only a moment after Song Qingming entered the cave, the arrogant voice of the black-clothed robber came into the cave.
The name of this black-clad robber is Zhu Wu. He was originally an ordinary cultivator in Wuling County. After being chased by his enemies and fleeing into Yingchao Ridge more than ten years ago, he simply joined this notorious group in the northeastern part of the Wei Kingdom. The loose cultivator organization started this business of killing people and stealing goods.
After tasting the sweetness of hunting other casual cultivators to easily obtain spiritual stones, Zhu Wu was out of control. The cultivation resources obtained from this life-saving activity also allowed him to successfully cultivate the Five Spiritual Roots to the level of Qi Refining. The cultivation level at the top of the fifth level.
Zhu Wu slowly walked into the cave. He released a small lighting fireball with his left hand. He carefully opened a five-element shield with his right hand to protect his whole body. The cave was not big. He could only walk more than ten steps and he had already arrived. The end of the cave.
Zhu Wu looked around and felt a little strange. He had turned around several times and still couldn't see where the prey was hiding.
"Is this kid hiding?" Just when Zhu Wu was about to look up at the top of the cave, a cyan black iron sword struck his head with an angry shout. It was Song Qingming who was hiding on the top of the cave.
Faced with Song Qingming's full blow with a sword in both hands, Zhu Wu did not dare to be careless. He quickly took out an iron shield magical weapon and put it on his head. After the two magical weapons clashed, there was a loud noise and sparks flew all over the mountain walls on both sides. After a burst of dust fell, the two of them took a few steps back to stabilize themselves.
Zhu Wu still firmly guarded the entrance of the cave, looking at Song Qingming inside the cave with a contemptuous sneer.
"This is a good burial place. It is quiet and remote. It is not easy for the Jin people to find it."
Faced with Zhu Wu's verbal provocation, Song Qingming did not answer. He just released his spiritual power from both hands and wrapped it around the black iron in his hands. The black iron sword roared softly and flew through the air to stab Zhu Wu quickly.
Huh, this kid is starting to get sick and seek medical treatment. With his current level of cultivation, he can use his spiritual power to control the magic weapon. Isn't this giving his own magic weapon to his opponent?
Seeing the black iron sword flying in front of him, Zhu Wu took a few steps back and easily stopped it with the flying sword in his hand. Just when he wanted to put Song Qingming's black iron sword in his bag, he suddenly found a burst of earth coming from under his feet. Yellow light.
"This? Damn, where did the dungeon talisman come from?" Zhu Wu turned around and looked at Song Qingming with some annoyance. He saw Song Qingming placing his hands on the ground, and the spiritual power in his body instantly activated the dungeon talisman buried under his feet.
The dungeon talisman is a medium-grade defensive talisman. It can use spiritual power to instantly wrap nearby clods of soil and trap the target for a moment. Zhu Wu was quickly wrapped into a ball by the surrounding clods of soil.
At this moment, Song Qingming, who had been waiting for a long time, exhausted his remaining spiritual power, pushed the huge ball out of the hole with both hands, and kicked it down the hundred-foot cliff outside the cave.
Seeing the huge earth ball slowly disappearing from his sight, Song Qingming sat down at the entrance of the cave and breathed a sigh of relief.
This talisman was originally given by Song Changxin because he was afraid that the two of them would encounter monsters when they went to Funiu Mountain. Unexpectedly, it was used when he came back alone. Song Qingming had fought several times before, but he didn't have the opportunity to use it to escape.
It was not until he saw this cave just now that he had an idea and used the only trump card he had to make this trap.
About an incense stick of time later, a somewhat embarrassed figure turned over and jumped into the cave from the bottom of the cliff. At this time, the cave was already empty. After a battle, the collapsed mountain soil had even blocked half of the cave entrance.
This person was Zhu Wu, who was attacked by Song Qingming and fell off the cliff before, but at this moment, he no longer had the previous confidence and arrogance, his black robes were also damaged a lot, there was a trace of blood at the corners of his mouth, and his furious eyes were full of viciousness.
"You are so careless, damn kid. When I catch you, I will make you live a life worse than death."
Zhu Wu jumped onto the cliff, released a spiritual power induction, uttered a few harsh words, and quickly chased to the depths of Yunwu Mountain
Just after Zhu Wu left, the cave on the cliff, which was originally silent, made a sound of soil cracking. A thin figure slowly broke out of the deepest pile of soil in the cave. It was Song Qingming who pretended to escape to the depths of Yunwu Mountain not long ago.
Song Qingming knew that he was now covered in wounds and had little spiritual power left in his body. The earth prison talisman would definitely not be able to trap the other party for long. If he ran away directly in his current state, he would most likely be caught up by the other party.
The other party had been able to accurately grasp the direction of his escape before, and he must have a unique tracking skill. In his current state, he no longer had any trump cards. Once he was caught up by him again, he would be like fish on the chopping board.
Faced with such a crisis, Song Qingming, who had calmed down, chose to gamble on his luck. He first ran towards Yunwu Mountain and ran across several hills, leaving some traces of escape along the way.
Then he turned back to the cave where he had been hiding halfway, hiding in a pile of mud that collapsed when the two fought fiercely. Fortunately, he was lucky this time and really deceived Zhu Wu who was anxiously chasing him.
After removing the mud on his body, Song Qingming walked out of the cave carefully. After confirming that there was no danger nearby, he quickly left in the direction he came from.
In the morning of the next day, Song Qingming, who had escaped from the dead, appeared outside Lingyuan Mountain. Looking at the extremely familiar mountain protection formation in front of him, his heart that had been hanging for the past two days finally settled down. Although the loss was huge this time, he lost the black iron sword that had been with him for almost ten years, and even used up the earth prison talisman that Uncle Jiu gave him, but fortunately he finally returned safely.
After passing through the formation, he found a small path to go back to his small bamboo house and deal with his injuries first. He really didn't want these mortals of the family who relied on the protection of these immortal masters to see him in such a miserable state.
Just as he was getting closer and closer to his hut, he unexpectedly found a tall figure standing in the yard outside his house.
"Uncle Jiu, I..."
Seeing that Song Qingming was covered with scars, Song Changxin raised his hand to interrupt Song Qingming's words and told him to go back to the house to heal first.
Half an hour later, under Song Changxin's careful care, Song Qingming took a few blood recovery pills and his face turned rosy. After Song Changxin's careful treatment, all the external injuries on his body were fine.
The external injuries caused by the magic weapon on his body were not serious and he would recover soon. It was just that the continuous fighting overdrafted the spiritual power in his body and hurt his vitality. It would take at least one or two months of patient recovery to recover.
After a careful examination, after confirming that Song Qingming had no other serious injuries, Song Changxin finally let go of his heart that had been hanging for the past two days.
While Song Qingming was healing, he slowly told Song Changxin the life-and-death crisis he encountered yesterday.
"These bandits from Yingchao Ridge are becoming more and more lawless. They dared to come to our Qinghe County to kill and rob. It seems that there have been occasional cultivators missing for no reason in the past one or two years. Most of them are related. I have to inform the clan leader of this news as soon as possible.
Fortunately, you stayed calm and returned safely this time. There are crises everywhere in the world of immortal cultivation. You must grow up quickly to have more ability to survive."
After listening to Song Changxin's teachings, Song Qingming nodded thoughtfully. In the end, he was so embarrassed this time because his cultivation was too low. If he had the cultivation of the late stage of Qi Refining at that time, it should be the other party who should run away, and there would be no such crisis.
The road of immortal cultivation is the law of the jungle. The weaker you are, the more crises you will face.