Chapter 780 Arrived just in time, five hundred years (asking for monthly votes)
Qiu Daoping's cultivation has reached the fifth level of Yuanying, and his fighting skills are not weak among Yuanying monks.
Even if it is hundreds of miles away, a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul casting spells with all his strength is not something that a monk in the golden elixir stage can easily handle.
Although Song Qingming was able to block Qiu Daoping's attack, he was a little surprised, but the look of confidence on his face did not affect him at all.
In his eyes, even if a Jindan cultivator like Song Qingming had some powerful magical powers, it would still be completely inadequate in front of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator like him.
Compared with the first red sword light before, the second sword light emitted by Qiu Daoping was even more powerful.
Even if Song Qingming could produce a third-level high-grade defensive talisman, it would not be easy to take this blow.
The opponent has now entered his pursuit range. Even if Song Qingming manages to escape by chance, it will not affect the subsequent results. There is no need to rush to kill this relatively weak prey for him.
Although the sword light had just passed through the sky, Song Qingming, a hundred miles away, had already felt a crisis in his heart, and had almost increased his escape speed to the fastest.
Since the person who had just attacked him was a Nascent Soul cultivator, it would be impossible for him to let him go so easily. While Song Qingming was escaping with all his strength, he was also constantly guarding his back, always preparing to deal with dangers coming from afar.
Song Qingming is still a few dozen miles away from the location agreed upon with Feng He. For a Jindan cultivator, it is not too far away and can be reached in only half a quarter of an hour at most.
In the last few dozen miles, Song Qingming felt farther away than ever before, wishing that his escape speed could be faster and get rid of the danger behind him as soon as possible.
Just when Song Qingming was extremely worried about this, he suddenly saw a red sun appear on the sea below. When he turned around, he saw another fierce red sword light speeding towards his position.
"It came so quickly. I'm really not lucky today!"
Although Song Qingming was only the last ten or twenty miles away from the agreed place at this time, the red sword light had already come behind him and was unavoidable, so Song Qingming could only secretly say that his luck was a little worse.
Before being on the island, Song Qingming was not too worried about his own safety because he knew that "Feng Lei Island" did not allow monks to fight.
Even if the other party can find him through Qiu Wuxin's storage bag, it should take some time. As long as he can successfully arrive at the agreed place to meet Feng He before then, he can relieve the crisis.
After leaving "Wind and Thunder Island", Song Qingming hurried on almost non-stop. He thought that this place was not far from "Wind and Thunder Island", but the other party would not attack him so quickly due to the large number of monks around him.
After all, "Luo Maple Valley" is also one of the six major sects that presides over the secret realm. If they are so blatantly intercepting and killing monks coming out of the secret realm, once people see it and spread the word, they will definitely get a bad reputation.
Normally, Qiu Daoping and the others had to take into account some of the impact. Even if they wanted to kill Song Qingming to avenge Qiu Wuxin, they would have to find a place with few people to do it quietly.
Unexpectedly, he had just left "Wind and Thunder Island", and the opponent quickly locked the position and chased after him, and the one who took action was Nascent Soul monk, without caring about the impact of this matter. This was somewhat beyond Song Qingming's original expectations.
Feeling the red sword light behind him, which was more powerful than the first sword light before, Song Qingming's expression became very solemn at this moment.
Song Qingming knew that it would be difficult for him to take this attack. After secretly making up his mind, Song Qingming's aura flashed and a simple gray talisman appeared in his hand. He was ready to cast a spell to urge the talisman in his hand to resist the crisis at hand.
The spiritual talisman in Song Qingming's hand is a very rare fourth-level low-grade spiritual talisman. It was also a spiritual object given to him by his master "Taoist Lingxu" for self-defense when he and Li Xuanyi left the sect.
Spiritual objects above the fourth level are very rare in the world of immortality. Song Qingming has also treasured this talisman very much over the years, always carrying it with him as a life-saving trump card.
Although Song Qingming still has many magic weapons and spiritual talismans on his body, it is difficult for ordinary defensive spiritual objects to help him deal with the powerful attack of the Yuanying monks at this moment.
And the only third-level high-grade defensive talisman he had on him had been used to resist the first red sword light. At this moment, he could no longer bring out a better defensive talisman.
For this reason, Song Qingming did not dare to be careless at all, and directly took out the fourth-level low-grade spiritual talisman on his body, pinning all his hopes on this spiritual talisman.
Although this fourth-level low-grade spiritual talisman is not a defensive talisman, it is still a powerful fourth-level spiritual object after all. The effect of using it will definitely not be worse than the third-level high-grade defensive talisman that Song Qingming released before.
Now that the danger is close at hand, even though he still doesn't have much confidence in his heart, Song Qingming can no longer care about it at this moment and can only hope that this talisman can resist the opponent's attack.
Just when Song Qingming was about to activate the magic talisman in his hand, a sound suddenly fell into his ears. Song Qingming's face suddenly lit up with joy, and he immediately stopped casting spells in his hand.
"Hmph! I know that guy won't abide by the rules. Brother Song, come to my side."
Hearing the familiar voice in his ears, Song Qingming turned around and saw that a green escaping light not far away from him was rushing towards his location. It was Feng He who had not been seen for many days.
Seeing Feng He's figure appear, Song Qingming quickly turned around and leaned towards him, and the tension in his heart instantly relaxed a lot.
When Song Qingming and Feng He met, the second red sword light had already arrived behind him, emitting a burst of powerful power.
"The Yanling Sword Qi is much more powerful than before!"
Seeing the red sword light behind Song Qingming, Feng He said something calmly, then cast a spell and threw a golden seal magic weapon. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge mountain more than ten feet high and blocked the two of them.
After the red sword light hit the golden seal, there was a "sizzling" sound of being burned by flames. Song Qingming, who was not far away, also immediately felt a wave of heat.
Although this second red sword light with flames on it was very powerful, it was more powerful than the first sword light that Song Qingming had received before. The golden giant seal that was burned emitted bursts of red aura. .
However, under the urging of Feng He, who was also a Yuanying monk, the golden giant seal still firmly resisted the opponent's attack and did not let the red sword light move forward.
After a while, the golden seal in front of Feng He suddenly exploded with a loud noise, and another violent impact came from the location, shaking the sea into a huge wave.
After the smoke and dust raised by the explosion dissipated, Song Qingming, who had stabilized his figure, took a closer look and found that the red sword light and Feng He's golden seal magic weapon had disappeared together.
The golden seal magic weapon that Feng He just used was only a third-level high-grade magic weapon with relatively average power for Yuanying monks. After resisting the sword light, it seemed to be automatically detonated by it, and was also damaged in the explosion.
Seeing this situation, Song Qingming's face was completely relieved, and he hurried forward and cupped his hands in front of Feng He and said with lingering fear:
"Senior Fenghe, you really came on time. If it were any later, I might not be able to cope with it and it would be difficult to see you again."
Hearing this, Feng He smiled calmly and said: "Haha! You have a lot of treasures in your body, this sword probably can't kill you!
But these guys would actually do something here, it's really shameless. Fortunately, I arrived in time, otherwise I almost ruined the big thing. "
In order not to attract the attention of the Yuanying monks on the island, Fenghe has been hiding in a cave on the coast these days and has not dared to get too close to "Fenglei Island".
It wasn't until not long ago that Feng He felt that a golden elixir monk who had come out of the secret realm was passing by the seaside. Knowing that the "Wind and Thunder Island" secret realm had been closed, Feng He took the initiative to come out and walk some distance to the seaside.
Unexpectedly, this was an unintentional move, but he happened to run into the scene where Song Qingming was being chased.
When Song Qingming was resisting the opponent's first red sword light, Feng He, who was dozens of miles away, had already noticed the huge movement on his side.
He was a little worried about Song Qingming's safety, so he immediately came over quickly and appeared just in time to save him.
"How's it going? I should have gotten the stuff!"
Hearing Feng He's inquiry, Song Qingming nodded quickly and threw a storage magic weapon that he had carefully hidden on his body directly to the other party.
"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my fate! This guy is indeed not weak. Fortunately, I have the skills given by my senior in advance to restrain him. Otherwise, I may not be able to defeat him."
Seeing the storage magic weapon that Song Qingming threw over, Feng He's face suddenly became happy. He took it in his hand and took a look at it before putting it away. Then he opened his mouth and urged Song Qingming:
"Okay! That guy will probably catch up soon. This is not the place to talk. Let's go first!"
After Feng He finished speaking, he put away the flying boat beside him with a wave of his hand, and then jumped directly onto his "Phantom Boat" under Song Qingming's somewhat surprised gaze.
"Senior, what are you doing?"
Seeing the confusion on Song Qingming's face, Feng He quickly explained: "That guy's cultivation level is not lower than mine. If we speed up our escape rashly, it might easily cause him to notice.
Don't worry! This guy practices fire-attribute skills. As long as we escape into the sea, he won't be able to attack us from a distance so easily.
You can just control the flying boat with peace of mind, and leave the other things to me. Don't worry, I've already prepared everything, and nothing will happen. "
The reason why Feng He said this was because he didn't want to reveal his identity in advance, so he asked Song Qingming to continue using the "Phantom Boat" to travel.
Including in the previous fight, he also used a low-quality third-level high-grade defensive magic weapon, and deliberately detonated the self-destruction magic weapon. In order to hide himself, he pretended to be a golden elixir monk who was not strong enough.
After hearing what Feng He said, Song Qingming immediately understood that he did not want to alert the snake, and quickly cast a spell to activate the flying boat under his feet, which turned into a white light and escaped directly into the sea, quickly disappearing in place.
Qiu Daoping, who was a hundred miles away from the battlefield, also felt the second sword light he had just released at this moment. He still failed to capture the opponent, and he couldn't help but have a look of surprise on his face.
"It's getting more and more interesting to actually know how to hide in the sea to disrupt my tracking. It seems that I still underestimate you. In this case, I can only meet you in person.
It's really not that simple to kill an unintentional person. I hope you won't disappoint me too much next! "
After Qiu Daoping murmured to himself, he showed a bit of thoughtfulness, but the white giant python under his feet suddenly became aura, and his escape speed accelerated a bit.
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After the two escaped into the sea, the speed of the flying boat under Song Qingming's feet also slowed down a little because of the sea water.
But at this moment, because Feng He was there, he was no longer afraid of the opponent's golden light attack. He began to control the flying boat under his feet with all his heart and soul, maintaining the fastest escape speed and rushing to the place Feng He told him.
After the two rushed in the sea for dozens of miles, they soon arrived not far from the shore, but the flying boat controlled by Song Qingming did not rush out of the sea, but turned around and continued to move east along the coast.
After walking for about a hundred miles, Song Qingming controlled the flying boat to jump out of the sea and came to an island designated by Feng He.
This island is not large in area. It is a deserted island with no spiritual energy. It is only dozens of miles away from the coast. Song Qingming, standing high in the sky, can still clearly see the coastline in the distance.
As soon as the two appeared above the island, a spiritual light flew out from the island. It was Song Yuanli who had been separated from Song Qingming for more than a month.
Ever since Song Qingming went to "Fenglei Island", knowing that he was going to help Fenghe to carry out a dangerous mission, Song Yuanli has been a little worried about his safety these days.
Seeing Song Qingming return safely at this moment, Song Yuanli was also a little excited, and immediately took the initiative to greet him with a happy face.
"Seventh uncle, you are back!"
Song Yuanli came to the two of them and was interrupted by Feng He who waved his hand before he finished speaking. He said to the two of them with a serious face:
"That guy will be here soon. There is no time to reminisce with you now. Let's go and prepare for each other!
It will be a tough battle next. I am afraid I can't take care of you.
I have nothing else to ask for in this life. I just hope to get revenge in my lifetime. Brother Song, please work together to help me kill this man!"
"Don't worry, senior! Since we are here, we will do our best and will not let you down."
After hearing Feng He's words and instructions, Song Qingming and Song Yuanli hurriedly bowed to him, and then they turned around and left the place to the island below.
Not long after Song Qingming and the others left, a red spiritual light suddenly lit up in the sky far away from the island, and quickly rushed towards the location of the deserted island.
Feng He, standing in the original place, looked at the distance, and soon a white jade pendant appeared in his hand. It was the storage magic tool that Song Qingming had given him before.
Because he had promised Feng He before, Song Qingming did not choose to open the other party's storage magic tool after killing Qiu Wuxin, and he did not know what was inside.
On the way here, Feng He had erased all the marks left by Qiu Wuxin on the jade bottle. At this moment, his consciousness just moved slightly, and he quickly and easily probed into the magic tool in his hand.
After a while, Feng He took out the magic weapon "Lihuo Chixin Sword" used by Qiu Wuxin before, and a wooden sign that looked a little black.
Feng He, who got these two spiritual objects, turned around again and saw the red spiritual light in the distant sky, and his face suddenly showed a hint of excitement.
"Five hundred years apart! Junior brother, we will meet again soon."
Feng He whispered softly, and his figure immediately disappeared from the spot, and disappeared without a trace.
Half a minute later, as a red blood light slowly descended on the deserted island, the nearby sea surface also reflected bursts of red light, dyeing the area around the island red.
Qiu Daoping, wearing a golden crown and stepping on a white python, looked at the deserted island on the sea below, and a playful smile appeared on his face.
"Haha! I thought you could run so far, but you showed up so quickly!"
After his spiritual sense lightly scanned the deserted island, Qiu Daoping quickly opened his eyes, and the next moment he disappeared directly in the air and came to a small canyon located in the south of the island.
Qiu Daoping, who had just appeared, looked forward, and a green-robed man sitting on a boulder immediately fell into his sight.
"It seems that this should be the cemetery you have chosen for yourself!"
Seeing that the green-robed man in front of him was the object he had been pursuing all the way, Qiu Daoyou looked at him and had already regarded him as a dead man. He walked directly into the air and walked towards the other party in an instant.
However, just as he was getting close to the green-robed man in front of him, Qiu Daoping suddenly felt something was wrong. He stopped not far from the man, and there was a bit of surprise on his face.
"Hey! The aura on you is wrong. You really have hidden your cultivation. No wonder Wuxin fell into your hands. You are really good at tricking me. Even I was almost fooled by you."
Before Song Qingming was still on the "Wind and Thunder Island", Qiu Daoping had already sensed Qiu Wuxin's aura from him, so he tracked him all the way here.
Before this, Song Qingming's cultivation was only at the eighth level of the Golden Core, but now that Qiu Daoping was close to the green-robed man, he noticed that the other party's cultivation had suddenly changed, much stronger than before, and was no longer in the category of the eighth level of the Golden Core.
Seeing that the other party had noticed it, the green-robed man smiled slightly, and then did not hide his cultivation. After he stood up, he immediately exuded a strong pressure.
"Nascent Soul cultivator! How is this possible?
The forbidden formation on Fenglei Island is so large that even a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage may not be able to escape detection. How can you, who is only at the third level of the Nascent Soul stage, have such means? Could it be that I have found the wrong person and disturbed you, fellow Taoist?"
Seeing the green-robed man in front of him suddenly show his Nascent Soul cultivation, Qiu Daoping's face suddenly showed a trace of surprise, and he opened his mouth to test it with some disbelief.
Originally, he thought he was chasing an ordinary Jindan cultivator like Song Qingming, but he didn't expect that when he came to this island, a strange Yuanying cultivator suddenly appeared, which really caught him off guard.
No matter how powerful the Jindan cultivator is, it is an insignificant existence in Qiu Daoping's eyes, but facing a strange Yuanying cultivator, the situation is a little different.
Yuanying cultivators are already at the top of the cultivation world. Generally, everyone will try to be nice and will not easily make enemies with others.
Before confirming whether the other party is an enemy or a friend, Qiu Daoping tried to ask carefully to prevent any misunderstandings from being anxious, so that adding enemies would be a bit more than worth the loss.
Hearing Qiu Daoping's question, Feng He did not directly answer his question, but showed him a somewhat weird smile.
"Five hundred years, I've waited for five hundred years. Do you know how I got through these five hundred years? Hahaha." Feng He finished speaking, and laughed wildly again.
Qiu Daoping, who was standing opposite him, was puzzled and surprised when he heard Feng He's somewhat unreasonable answer.
"What five hundred years? Who are you and why did you lead me here?"
Feng He still stood there and laughed wildly, but did not answer Qiu Daoping's question.
Seeing Feng He so abnormal, Qiu Daoping's face was more confused. After scanning the other party for a while, he waved his hand and sent out a powerful pressure, which shocked Feng He, who was in a madness, back two steps.
"It seems that what happened to Wuxin was really done by fellow Daoist. No matter who you are, you must give me an explanation for what happened today, otherwise it will be difficult for you to leave here."
Qiu Daoping has been condensing the Nascent Soul for more than 700 years. He has reached the fifth level of the Nascent Soul and is also a well-known veteran Nascent Soul cultivator in the "Tianhai Cultivation World".
Except for a few late Nascent Soul cultivators, Qiu Daoping has not suffered much loss in front of cultivators of the same level for so many years.
Seeing that Feng He in front of him was only at the third level of the Nascent Soul, and actually did not take him, a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator, seriously, Qiu Daoping's face suddenly showed some anger.
Although no one wants to offend an enemy of the same level for no reason, if Feng He is really the one who framed Qiu Wuxin, even if he came for him, he would not let him go easily.
Facing the angry Qiu Daoping, Feng He finally recovered from a trace of madness and turned his head to show Qiu Daoping a pair of cold eyes.
"An explanation, yes, I have waited for so long, in fact, just to give you an explanation! It's been five hundred years, it's time for us to make a conclusion!"
"Your Excellency always mentions five hundred years, but I think you are only two or three hundred years old at most. Could it be that we knew each other five hundred years ago?"
Faced with Feng He's somewhat crazy and incoherent answer, Qiu Daoping's face became more and more confused, and he couldn't help but fall into a period of contemplation.
While he was thinking, a figure that made him a little afraid and unlikely to appear suddenly disappeared into his mind, making Qiu Daoping's face become very solemn. (End of this chapter)