603 Where Did the Dragon Burial Sword Go?
Jiang Ming took a few steps forward and approached the cave entrance in an instant.
Under the supervision of Zhu An’an, An Daoran had no choice but to attract Jiang Ming’s attention. For a moment, he was about to go berserk.
“Ning Caichen is really cunning. He used this girl to keep me in check.”
An Daoran cursed, but he was still forced to go deeper. It was also at this moment that another powerful force swept over, causing Jiang Ming to subconsciously raise his head.
“The enemy can’t see? Then how did he sense the changes in his surroundings?”
Jiang Ming tried several times and finally found the problem. It turned out that the undead creature had been relying on an instinct from the beginning to the end, and this instinct would only be triggered when the intruder triggered some kind of restriction.
“For example, I can use my mana. What I’m circulating in my body right now is the Divine Light of the path of martial arts. Doesn’t that mean that as long as I can guarantee that I don’t use my mana, I’m essentially invisible in front of this guy?”
Jiang Ming thought for a long time and finally decided to bite the bullet and test the waters.
He walked several steps toward him.
The gap between Jiang Ming and the undead creature was getting smaller and smaller, and the other party did not make any movements.
“Indeed! As long as I don’t use my mana, this guy won’t be able to sense anything!”
Jiang Ming’s eyes lit up, and he walked forward. This time, he circulated a lot of the Divine Light in his body, wanting to use this power to suppress the other party.
However, it was obvious that the undead creature’s strength was not ordinary. His aura was unable to resist the other party’s pressure.
“This guy is really ridiculous!” Jiang Ming could not help but complain. Then, he strode forward with a cold glint in his eyes. He knew very well that since he could not resist the other party’s pressure with his own, he could only take it one step at a time.
As he got closer and closer, the other party did not react at all. This time, Jiang Ming was finally relieved. He immediately took the last step and approached the Dragon Burial Sword.
At this moment, the Dragon Burial Sword was standing on a raised platform. As long as he stretched out his hand slightly, he could hold the sword.
“Good, I’ve got one last step!”
Jiang Ming’s eyes lit up. He immediately wanted to take the sword, but in the next second, his entire body froze on the spot, and he turned around in disbelief.
Unknowingly, the undead guard’s gaze had actually landed on him!
That abyss-like gaze was extremely terrifying. Jiang Ming instinctively gulped and immediately ran into the distance without saying anything. A sword aura came from behind him.
“Is this guy cheating? He actually spotted my location so easily!”
Jiang Ming had used some techniques just now, which were enough to make it so that the other party could not capture his tracks.
However, the result was that the other party did not care about him at all. Instead, he kept changing his position and finally disappeared behind him.
“Not good!”
Jiang Ming’s face darkened. He looked back and saw a ghostly shadow flash in front of him. It was the undead guard.
“Those who trespass here should be killed!”
The undead guard spoke coldly and without any emotion.
Jiang Ming’s expression was ugly. He wanted to fight back a few more times, but he was forced to take a few steps back.
Bang!
In the next moment, another sword aura swept over, forcing Jiang Ming to fly out, causing everyone’s expressions to change drastically.
“Mister!” Zhu An’an cried out in surprise.
“Ning Caichen!”
An Daoran’s tone was not very pleasant. He originally thought that the two of them would be able to attract the attention of the undead creature by creating a commotion. Who would have thought that Ning Caichen would still successfully trigger the restriction and shift the creature’s focus to the latter?
“Is this Dragon Burial Sword so difficult to obtain? That’s right, back then, Zhan Lingfeng must have been afraid of Long Qie coming back. Otherwise, the entire Zhan family would be finished. But didn’t Zhan Lingfeng ascend? Was there a need to continue to be afraid of Long Qie?”
Jiang Ming could not figure it out no matter how hard he thought about it. It was also at this time that the undead creature attacked again, causing both sides to be injured.
No one could have imagined that the situation would develop to such a stage.
Rumble!
Accompanied by explosions, Jiang Ming was sent flying far away.
“Ning Caichen!”
“Mister!”
Zhu An’an and An Daoran immediately ran over, but the gap between them was huge. Zhu An’an tried her best to catch up, while An Daoran tried to remain calm. He had been observing the situation. Once Zhu An’an was unable to defeat the undead creature, he would choose to retreat immediately.
“I’ve been trapped here for a long time. It’s time for me to leave. Otherwise, staying here will only waste my time.”
There was no spiritual energy in this place, only Netherworld energy. If they continued to stay here, it would be tantamount to courting death. After all, even a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator needed spiritual energy to nourish their body.
After Jiang Ming spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned slightly pale, but he quickly got up with difficulty.
“Don’t come over!”
Jiang Ming raised his hand to stop Zhu An’an’s footsteps. The undead creature in front of him was extremely powerful. It was definitely not something that ordinary people could compete with. He did not want anything to happen to Zhu An’an.
“Mister!”
Zhu An’an bit her lip and wanted to continue catching up, but Jiang Ming just turned his head quietly and stared at the undead creature, as if he was thinking of a way to deal with it.
An Daoran walked over.
“I’ll give you a piece of advice. You should listen to Ning Caichen. His strength is inferior to yours, but his intelligence is far above yours. Moreover, worrying about him now will only cloud your mind, and it’s even more unsuitable for you to go up and fight.”
A Nascent Soul Realm cultivator going against a Deity Transformation Realm was not a smart move.
An Daoran could not wait for Zhu An’an to die here, but he still wanted to see if there was a chance to reap some benefits. Otherwise, would not he have wasted more than a year?
Just as he was letting his imagination run wild, the undead guard suddenly moved and slowly walked in another direction.
“You guys!”
Someone could not help but exclaim in surprise. No one had expected that at this critical moment, someone would walk in and attract the attention of the undead guard.
“What kind of luck is this? How could someone come at this critical moment? It doesn’t matter. It’s a good opportunity for them to test the undead guard. It would be best if they could restrain this thing.”
As An Daoran spoke, he glanced into the distance and widened his eyes.
No!
Something was wrong!
Where did the Dragon Burial Sword go?