651: Chapter 647 Kujing Mountain 651: Chapter 647 Kujing Mountain After leaving the ruins of the Ancient Wind Ruined City, it was still the territory of Ruins Ridge.
Rugged mountains stretched all the way to the horizon.
Song Zidong was running like lightning at his feet, sweeping past streams, gorges, harsh ridges, and swamps.
Endless primitive mountains, ancient forests of the wolf, and barren, layered mountains were rarely trodden by humans.
At that moment, as the Golden Crow was fading away, the setting sun stretched across the wasteland and ancient city, casting a distant, blood-red vastness.
Hearing the faint sound of breaking air behind him, Song Zidong, who was fleeing forward, became increasingly panicked, a grim sense of foreboding and the scent of death spreading relentlessly behind him.
“Damn it, where did this devil come from!”
Cursing in the dark, Song Zidong didn’t stop his feet and simultaneously turned his head toward the source of the breaking sound.
But he hadn’t looked yet, and when he did, Song Zidong nearly stumbled and fell to the ground.
Just a few kilometers behind him, in midair, a figure was rushing through the skies on a Flying Sword, fast as lightning.
A terrifying, overwhelming suppression spread all around, and the long True Qi Light trailed like a comet’s tail, streaking across the sky.
“F*ck, a Flying Sword!
Could that guy be a Golden Core Ancestor?
Damn, I’m definitely dead…run!”
Song Zidong, having recognized Lin Tian on the Flying Sword, cursed loudly, panic and fury mingling as a growing terror and sense of impending death took hold.
At that moment, he wished he had another leg!
Leave the Spirit Stone, and I’ll grant you a swift end!”
Lin Tian, riding on the Demon Ru Xiaotian at lightning speed, rushed through the air much faster than Song Zidong could ever hope to be, reaching right behind him in an instant.
Up ahead, Song Zidong came from the Forbidden Curse, a Demon Cultivator, and Lin Tian naturally wouldn’t be merciful or soft-hearted, seizing any resource he could.
Moreover, Song Zidong was from the Wind Demon Castle!
Lin Tian remembered that during Liiu Rong’s time, Mengg Hao from the Mengg Family, a disciple of Wind Demon Castle, though he had slain him, it seemed like something like a Demon Seed might have escaped and possibly not died completely.
Also, Qian Xiaohui might have been captured by the Wind Demon Castle too, it was unknown whether they made her practice some vicious Poison Technique, drugged her, or erased her memory.
In short, the cultivators of Wind Demon Castle were mostly no good!
If they could be killed, then kill them!
What’s more, three Middle-grade Spirit Stones were extremely important for Lin Tian at this time!
Even in his previous life, for Lin Tian who had reached Foundation Establishment, Middle-grade Spirit Stones were exceedingly rare!
Not to mention in this Spiritually lacking Earth!
In the current Cultivation World, Low-grade Spirit Stones were already as precious as Supreme Treasures, controlled by the powerful ones of major sects; Mid-grade Spirit Stones were considered treasures among treasures!
The most, most important thing was that three Mid-grade Spirit Stones would make Lin Tian’s breakthrough to Golden Core much smoother.
Although, in the Cultivation World, one hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones could be traded for one Mid-grade Spirit Stone.
But actually, one Mid-grade Spirit Stone was much more precious than one hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones!
The Spiritual Energy contained within a Mid-grade Spirit Stone was several times better in quality than that of one hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones.
Normally, in the Cultivation World of Lin Tian’s previous life, apart from those great clans or major sects’ extraordinary beings who consumed Spirit Stones and Elixirs like candy, most people generally saved them for emergencies and breakthroughs.
In this deserted-like Earth Cultivation World, three Mid-grade Spirit Stones were invaluable!
Otherwise, Lin Tian wouldn’t have decided to pursue over such a long distance with such determination!
Hearing the explosive shout, Song Zidong suddenly turned back and saw Lin Tian already at the sky above his head, frightening him to the core.
“F*ck, I’m going to die anyway, let’s gamble!
If I can make it to Forbidden Curse Ridge, or reach the territories of Shui Ku and Yun Jing, I don’t believe he would dare to strike!”
Amidst his fear, Song Zidong had made a decision.
His face twisted fiercely, and he sharply bellowed as he gritted his teeth.
Terrifying black Demonic Qi swept out from Song Zidong’s body, then suddenly contracted and re-converged onto him.
With a pu sound, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and with a loud crash, his entire body shot out like lightning across the wild mountainous terrain.
Lin Tian had been prepared to leap off his Flying Sword to strike his opponent from the air.
Unexpectedly, in his desperation to escape, Song Zidong burned his essence blood and Demonic Qi, essentially sacrificing his cultivation as a price for a chance at life!
At this moment, Song Zidong’s speed was akin to black lightning, incredibly fast.
This made it impossible for Lin Tian to strike with his sword from above.
“I said I would chase you to the ends of the earth!
Unless you drop the Spirit Stone!”
Lin Tian soared through the sky on his sword, his shouts thundering through the heavens.
The Nine-Turned Three Life Technique within him had begun to run wildly, sweeping up every bit of Spiritual Energy around, transforming it into a force that propelled his high-speed flight.
This chase lasted for a whole day and night.
The two men left Ruins Ridge and Xiangyang Forest Park behind, reaching the northern part of Xiangjiang Province!
As Song Zidong continued to burn his essence blood and Demonic Qi while fleeing, his cultivation fell continuously, dropping to the Qi Refining Sixth Level, his aura a hundred times weaker.
On the morning of the third day, after burning all his cultivation, Song Zidong finally rolled down at the base of a mountain.
Not far away, a mountain peak devoid of any greenery, surrounded by a clear stream, appeared before him.
Lin Tian landed from his Flying Sword about several dozen meters from Song Zidong.
Song Zidong was no longer even at the Qi Refinement First Level.
His face was deathly pale, his body shriveled, his hair white and lifeless, barely clinging to life like an ordinary person.
this is Kujing Mountain, do you dare to kill me here?”
Seeing Lin Tian appear, Song Zidong was indeed not panicking, instead letting out a miserable laugh and shouted loudly.
That sounds somewhat familiar!
Lin Tian was slightly stunned, feeling like he had heard of it before, looking up once at the barren peak with slight surprise, but that was all.
Then, holding the Demon Ru Xiaotian Sword, he stepped towards Song Zidong.
“F*ck, you still dare to kill me?
Don’t you know what Kujing Mountain is?”
Horror appeared on Song Zidong’s face as he saw Lin Tian still approach with a murderous look.
He let out a shriek and rolled down the hillside, ending up beside a wooden bridge by the stream.
A stern shout came from near the bridge.
It turned out that at the end of that wooden bridge, three people were already present.
Among them stood two young men who looked quite similar, and one old man was kneeling on the ground facing the other end of the bridge, motionless, not even looking up when he heard the young men’s shout.
This scene left Lin Tian, who had descended from the mountain, somewhat puzzled.
But, he ignored it, and with a leap, he was already at Song Zidong’s side.