C39 There Was No Way out
C39 There Was No Way out
He took out the Wu Hook. At the same time, he held a low grade spiritual tool in his hand, preparing to launch a sneak attack and self-destruct. The Flame Ape seemed to know the power of the Wu Hook. It actually jumped and dodged the attack at an extremely fast speed. Seeing this, Feng Yimo's right hand formed an incantation gesture, and a stream of spirit energy shot out. The Wu Hook trembled, and its speed increased by 20%. With a swoosh, it hacked onto the back of the Flame Ape. Just a stream of spirit energy had consumed half of the spirit energy in Feng Yimo's body. If he couldn't kill the Flame Ape next time, he could only continue to run.
Puchi! The Wu Hook struck the back of the Flame Ape like lightning. The result made Feng Yimo greatly disappointed. He originally thought that he could at least break half of the Flame Ape's body, but who would have thought that he would only make a one-foot-long cut. Blood gushed out. The Flame Ape howled in pain. The red fur all over his body stood up like burning flames.
Roar!
The Flame Ape roared furiously, and then its two fists smashed out like a storm. They hit the Wu Hook. The Wu Hook shook violently and wailed without end.
It was at this moment! Feng Yimo saw that the Flame Ape's back was aimed at him, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of medicinal Essence Bloods onto the low-grade flying sword spirit artifact in his hand. Then, he shouted explosively, "Quick!"
The flying sword carried a ray of red light and instantly pierced into the wound on the Flame Ape's back. Feng Yimo shouted in his heart, "Explode!"
With a loud bang, the flying sword exploded, blowing half of the Flame Ape's body away. However, it was not completely dead. It turned around and stared at Feng Yimo with hatred, its eyes revealing a fierce light. Feng Yimo's heart turned cold. He pointed his finger and the Wu Hook in the air rapidly fell down and cut off the Flame Ape's head in an instant. Then, he beckoned with his hand and summoned the Wu Hook back. He fled like he was flying. He did not dare to delay for a moment because he knew that his master would sense him after he killed the Flame Ape.
Sure enough, after the Flame Ape's head flew into midair, the red clothed cultivator noticed that his spirit pet had died. His expression was gloomy. The Flame Ape was about to advance to become a grade two demon beast, yet it died just like that. It was truly a pity. Because of this, he hated Feng Yimo to the core. He looked at the huge pit and saw that there was still no movement. If he didn't take revenge for the Flame Ape, he wouldn't be able to bear it. Therefore, his figure flashed and he disappeared from where he stood. He then turned into a red streak of light and chased after Feng Yimo.
Feng Yimo threw a large amount of Spirit Replenishing Pills into his mouth and quickly absorbed them. He circulated the Wind Teleportation Technique to the maximum and only a shadow was left in the sky. However, his speed was still too slow. The red-clothed cultivator soon caught up to him within 300 meters of him.
"Kid, you dare to kill my spiritual pet? I will skin you alive and extract your soul to refine your soul!" The red-clothed cultivator's vicious voice came from afar. When he was 200 feet away from Feng Yimo, he suddenly attacked. A three feet large Spiritual Force Large Hand appeared out of thin air and grabbed at Feng Yimo's back.
Feng Yimo's mouth was filled with bitterness. How could he be so unlucky? The people he encountered were all Golden Core old ancestors, and this man was also a Cultivator of the Golden Core Late Period. The Spiritual Force Large Hand was condensed and didn't disperse, and even the lines of his palm could be seen clearly. It was obvious that he was quite skilled. At this moment, he didn't dare to hide anything. He took out two low grade spiritual tools at the same time and shot them at the Spiritual Force Large Hand. He muttered in his heart, "Explode!"
With two loud bangs, the self-destruction of the low grade spiritual tools only caused the Spiritual Force Large Hand to have thousands of holes, but it didn't disperse. Fortunately, the Wu Hook flew over in time. With a swoosh, the broken Spiritual Force Large Hand was cut in half and completely dissipated.
"Eh? Kid, you're quite decisive. You actually self-destructed your own spirit artifact. Let me see how many spirit artifacts you have that you can self-destruct!" The red clothed cultivator cried out in surprise and bewilderment, and then he continued to condense another medicinal Spiritual Force Large Hand.
However, Feng Yimo took out two low-grade spirit artifacts without any care for them and exploded the Spiritual Force Large Hand, making the red-clothed cultivator even more surprised.
Just like that, Feng Yimo kept on running away and exploding his own spirit tools. He actually managed to escape three thousand meters away and arrive at the edge of a bright red Magma Pool. He secretly complained that this was the place he needed to concoct pills, but he didn't have a place to hide. The red-clothed Golden Core cultivator seemed to be playing tricks on him, and he didn't want to get serious. All he did was repeatedly use his medicinal Spiritual Force Large Hands. He looked at the bubbling Magma Pool, and without hesitation, he ran in a deep direction.
"It's time to end this." The red-clothed cultivator took out a green Long Whip. The Long Whip's pressure was extremely strong. It was actually a magic treasure. The whip was 15 meters long, and the whip's head seemed to come alive. It was raised high and swept toward Feng Yimo's back.
Feng Yimo was already prepared. He slapped the Divine Line Talisman he had prepared in his hand on his back. Then, he suddenly dashed twenty meters away, barely dodging the Long Whip.
"Hehe, this little guy has quite a lot of good things, but so what?" The red-clothed cultivator became more and more interested in Feng Yimo. With a shake of his Long Whip, he launched another attack. Suddenly, his facial expression changed drastically, and he flew back toward the huge pit.
The Divine Sense Imprint that he had left behind in the huge pit had discovered that there was movement below the pit. That was the most important thing. In front of him, there was only an ant that he was toying with.
Feng Yimo did not know why the red-clothed cultivator suddenly left. He heaved a sigh of relief, but his feet sped up. He did not dare to stay any longer as he rushed towards the center of the Magma Pool.
There were many protruding stones in the Magma Pool. They were soaked in magma, and were scalding hot. He could only use the tip of his foot to lightly touch them, and fly over as fast as he could. Even so, the tip of his foot was burning painfully. His boots were emitting Cyan Smokes, and they were about to be burned.
After walking for another ten miles, the surrounding area was covered in a sea of fire. There seemed to be a huge magma source in the distance that was constantly emitting hot magma. It was gushing out in all directions. Feng Yimo's entire body was drenched in sweat. The sweat that was flowing out of his body was evaporated before it could even touch the ground. He jumped onto a high mountain peak, hid in the only cave, and began to practice to drive away the heat.
The Yin-yang Spell was divided into two parts. The first part was the Yang Tactics and the second part was the Yin Tactics. When he used the Yang Tactics, his entire body was hot and his skin was red. He absorbed the hot Spiritual Qi around him at a much faster speed. When he used the Yin Tactics, a wave of coldness could be felt deep in his Dantian. It was as comfortable and cool as if he had drunk a cup of iced plum soup in three days.
However, the heat and the coldness made him feel uncomfortable all over. Later on, he decided not to use the Yin Tactics and continued to cultivate the Yang Tactics. It made him feel as if he was in a furnace. He couldn't even put his clothes on. He quickly took off his clothes and sat cross-legged on the mountain peak, focusing on his cultivation. His skin became redder and redder, as if he had turned into a cooked crab. In the end, the air around his body distorted and entered a profound state.
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The red-clothed cultivator flew to the side of the huge pit as fast as he could and looked into the pit. He was instantly stunned. Just now, it was a small mountain of corpses. There were no corpses at all. He quickly spread out the Divine Sense. He immediately discovered that the aura that he feared at the bottom of the pit had disappeared. He was about to go crazy. He quickly jumped down from the pit and started searching carefully. After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, The middle-aged cultivator in red raised his head and roared, "Kid! You've ruined my plans, and I will not forgive you. I will not rest until I have extracted my soul and burned it for forty-nine days!"