The Devil's Tribulation

Chapter 927 Pursuit

Nanzhou Holy Flame Island, in the Holy Flame Realm.

Outside of Moque Mountain.

Pan Chengfeng obtained the Demon-Companion Grass, but was chased by tens of thousands of experts from the Purple Gold Mansion.

Those who could keep up with Pan Chengfeng's speed were all at least at the late stage of the Void Refinement realm, and the dozen or so people chasing at the front were all at the Great Perfection of the Void Refinement realm.

The attack by Ye Bufan and his group of five had temporarily halted Nangong Tian's advance, but most of the cultivators still managed to catch up with Pan Chengfeng.

All the spells in the sky shot towards Pan Chengfeng, haphazardly striking the surrounding rocks and boulders.

The explosion of the spell kicked up dust, which conveniently obscured Pan Chengfeng's figure. Apart from a dozen or so cultivators at the Great Perfection of the Void Refinement stage who could still detect Pan Chengfeng with their divine sense, everyone else was completely blind.

"Senior Brother Qu, we can't detect this guy with our divine senses!" "Me too!" "Same here!!" "What's going on? Senior Brother Qu, what should we do?!"

A cacophony of voices flooded into Qu Yingsheng's mind.

Qu Yingsheng's mind was about to explode, and he roared back, "Shut up, all of you!!"

This kid is incredibly skilled at stealth. Don't attack indiscriminately if your divine sense can't detect him. Get close to him at full speed!

You dozen or so people are now under my control! Focus on delaying them, and refrain from using large-scale attack spells!

Before the young master arrives, we cannot let him escape our sight, or he will not let us off the hook!

It must be said that Qu Yingsheng is quite capable. After making these arrangements, the originally chaotic team began to perform their duties in an orderly manner.

Pan Chengfeng, who was running on the ground, suddenly felt a surge of pressure. The terrain and dust that he could have used before suddenly became useless.

Pan Chengfeng extended his divine sense and saw that only a dozen or so cultivators at the Great Perfection of the Void Refinement stage were attacking him.

Everyone else activated their escape techniques to the fullest extent, seemingly trying to get around and block his path.

Thinking that it would still be three thousand kilometers to reach Xin'er's ambush location, Pan Chengfeng hardened his heart and thought to himself, "There's no other way. If this continues, I won't be able to hold out until I reach the ambush location, and I'll be caught up! I'll have to bleed money!"

Pan Chengfeng's hands trembled as he held the talisman, thinking about its price.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Just you wait! I'll make you pay for this sooner or later!"

As he spoke, Pan Chengfeng pinched two fingers together, channeling his magic power into the talisman. The talisman began to glow, the light growing brighter and brighter. Then, he waved it at the pursuing cultivators and said, "Here's a gift for you!!"

With a 'whoosh!' sound, tens of thousands of silver dragons roamed the sky, covering the entire sky.

The cultivators of the Purple Gold Mansion were horrified. Seeing this, Qu Yingsheng stammered, "It's over..."

This is a mid-grade seventh-level talisman, which is far beyond the capabilities of cultivators like them who have reached the Void Refinement stage.

Just when all the cultivators were feeling hopeless, a figure rushed over and stood in front of them, calmly saying, "What are you all standing there for? Defend!"

Qu Yingsheng was overjoyed to see the newcomer and exclaimed, "Young Master!"

Nangong Tian ignored him and began to form hand seals. Facing a mid-grade seventh-rank talisman, Nangong Tian was also feeling apprehensive.

However, since it is a talisman and not personally controlled by a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, as long as the first wave of momentum is stopped, the subsequent power will definitely be insufficient.

Nangong Tian's entire body glowed red as his hands rapidly formed hand seals. Just as the giant dragon was about to strike, he shouted, "Lava Barrier!!"

'Bang bang bang bang bang!' Five consecutive rock walls suddenly rose up, each of them being ten zhang thick and a hundred zhang long and wide!

Seeing that their young master had already established the first line of defense, the cultivators of the Purple Gold Mansion behind them also formed defensive formations in groups of three or five.

Tens of thousands of silver dragons, each over three thousand meters long, roared in.

The lava barrier at the forefront couldn't hold out for even a second before being swept away in a flash.

The second, third, fourth, and finally the fifth lava barrier finally halted the dragon's momentum.

But it only lasted for six or seven seconds before being destroyed by the dragon.

Nangong Tian dodged and hid inside the defensive formation constructed by more than a dozen cultivators at the Great Perfection of the Void Refinement stage.

The first wave of momentum has been stopped by Nangong Tian; the rest depends on the strength of the cultivators of Zijin Mansion.

After a deafening roar, cries of agony filled the air.

Nangong Tian scanned the area with his divine sense, breathed a slight sigh of relief, and thought to himself with resentment, "More than a thousand people died and tens of thousands were injured. This kid actually has such a powerful talisman!"

Tens of thousands of meters away, Pan Chengfeng was secretly astonished: "You damn Nangong Tian! My seventh-tier talisman only killed a little over a thousand pieces of trash!!"

Withdrawing his divine sense, Pan Chengfeng dared not linger and hurriedly ran towards the ambush point.

The talisman attack just now bought Pan Chengfeng about ten seconds, and the distance between them had increased to ten thousand meters.

At this distance, even if he were locked on, Pan Chengfeng would have enough time to dodge, and the magic would no longer pose a threat to him.

Nangong Tian scanned the area with his divine sense and discovered the direction Pan Chengfeng was moving. He then activated his escape light and disappeared with a whoosh.

Only Nangong Tian's voice remained in the void: "Those below the peak of the Void Refinement Realm should not pursue us."

Pan Chengfeng has consumed a lot of his energy and blood, and his current speed is only half of what it used to be, at 4,000 kilometers per hour, while Nangong Tian's speed has reached 7,000 kilometers per hour.

Before long, Nangong Tian caught up with Pan Chengfeng.

Seeing Pan Chengfeng fleeing in a disheveled state, Nangong Tian transmitted his voice, "What are you trying to do, kid? You really think you can get away?!"

Pan Chengfeng, slightly out of breath, replied, "Brother Nangong, I...I didn't want to either, but I had no choice."

Nangong Tianwei said angrily, "Leave the Demon-Companion Grass for me, and I'll find a chance to let you leave!"

Pan Chengfeng secretly rejoiced, thinking, "This brother-in-law is quite good; we can get along."

After hesitating for a moment, Pan Chengfeng replied, "Brother Nangong, how about this? You give me the Demon-Companion Grass, and I'll help you snatch the other two treasures, okay?"

"Impossible!" Nangong Tian said angrily, "The Zijin Mansion suffered heavy casualties because of this Demon-Companion Grass. If we can't get it back, how can I explain to my father, how can I explain to the people below?!"

"That's a quasi-immortal treasure!?" "Even the best treasure is still an external thing; nothing is more important than one's own strength!"

Nangong Tian sighed and said, "Even if I owe you a favor, I don't want to kill you."

Pan Chengfeng sighed and said, "Brother, you don't need to owe me a favor. If you let me go, then it'll be considered that I'm repaying the favor I owed you for what happened with Xue You. How about that?"

Nangong Tian roared, "This isn't a private matter! If you don't give it to me now, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Pan Chengfeng had saved him from Xue You once before, otherwise why would he have been rambling on with Pan Chengfeng for so long?

Now that negotiations have broken down, Nangong Tian has no intention of holding back and quickly forms hand seals.

Pan Chengfeng slammed on the brakes and began forming hand seals as well. He dared not underestimate Nangong Tian's magic and could only stop to deal with it.

After a surge of magical energy, Nangong Tian shouted, "Lava - Sky-Supporting Hand!!"

A giant hand made of magma and flame descended from the sky, several hundred feet in size!

Pan Chengfeng had no way to dodge. The Thunder Core within his body began to spin wildly, and hundreds of magic seals were formed in less than a second. His eyes flashed with lightning as he shouted, "Thunder Magic - Thunderous Great Handprint!!"

A giant hand made of lightning rose from below, meeting the oncoming magma hand.

Pan Chengfeng's Thunder Hand was clearly a size smaller than Nangong Tian's Lava Hand.

The two palms collided with a deafening roar, and Pan Chengfeng coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, flying three or four hundred meters away.

Ignoring his injuries, Pan Chengfeng used the force of the impact to create some distance and ran away.

Nangong Tian frowned slightly and said, "What are you thinking? You can't escape at all!"

Pan Chengfeng ran with his head down, stuffing pills into his mouth as he ran, muttering to himself, "Nangong Tian's strength has indeed improved! I can barely withstand a single move now!!"

Just as they were thinking about how to avoid Nangong Tian's next attack, the aura of another 30,000 to 40,000 cultivators appeared 10,000 meters ahead.

Pan Chengfeng's expression darkened slightly as he said, "It's the Sword Sect! They arrived so quickly!!"

Pan Chengfeng's consciousness revealed more than 30,000 Sword Sect cultivators, each with their swords drawn, blocking his path.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Pan Chengfeng chose the wolf without hesitation; he didn't want to face Nangong Tian again.

The leader of the Sword Sect disciples was a bearded cultivator who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, but that was not actually the case.

He is Sun He, the chief disciple of the Sword Sect in this generation and the nephew of the Sword Sect Master, with a cultivation level of the Great Perfection of the Void Refinement Realm!

Pan Chengfeng's lips curled up slightly as he said, "Sun He, is it! Apart from Nangong Tian, ​​I'm not afraid of anyone here!! Anyone who dares to stop me will die!"

Sun He was furious to see Pan Chengfeng dare to charge into the fray. He flicked his fingers, and the longsword behind him flew out with a clang. He said, "Let me see just how strong someone with a five million bounty is!"

The longsword stood before Sun He, and as Sun He's hand seals changed, the longsword shone with a golden light, which grew brighter and brighter.

Half a breath later, the longsword began to buzz and hum, as if it was about to fly out.

Sun He was ready and looked at Pan Chengfeng charging towards him, saying, "Take my sword, Dragon Dance!"

A sword light ripped through the sky, accompanied by a dragon's roar, and hurtled towards Pan Chengfeng.

Pan Chengfeng ran while forming hand seals and sneered, "You've prepared this in half a day? Thunder Magic: Thunder Rainbow Piercing the Sun!!"

A beam of light as thick as a bucket met the longsword. In just one second, the beam pierced through the sword, and the sword immediately lost its power and fell to the ground.

The lightning bolt repelled the longsword, but its speed did not decrease; it shot straight at Sun He, who was still posing.

Sun He coughed up a mouthful of blood and shouted, "Help me!!!"

Behind him, a dozen or so cultivators at the Great Perfection of the Void Refinement stage hurriedly erected their magic power shields, and it was only with these shields that the giant light was barely blocked.

Pan Chengfeng laughed loudly, "Trash is trash! Die, all of you! Thunder Magic - Dragon Slayer!"

More than two thousand silver dragons charged toward the Sword Sect cultivators, but the more than thirty thousand cultivators were prepared and unleashed their spells to resist the dragons.

Having finally managed to stop more than two thousand dragons, Pan Chengfeng has another trick up his sleeve!

Pan Chengfeng leaped into the air, his back adorned with a pair of dazzling silver lightning wings. As his hand seals shifted, the wings began to flap: "Thunder Magic - Myriad Thunder Wings Flash!!"

Countless lightning rods struck the Sword Sect cultivators. Those who reacted quickly drew their longswords to defend against the lightning rods, while those who were slow were riddled with holes by the lightning rods.

Three consecutive lightning spells instantly broke through the Sword Sect's defensive formation, carving a bloody path through them.

With a 'thud,' Pan Chengfeng landed on the blood-soaked road. He swept his divine sense across the area, a smirk playing on his lips. "Sword Sect? Hahaha~~"

The laughter grew increasingly shrill as Pan Chengfeng walked away. Sun He clutched his chest and roared, "Don't run away if you've got the guts!! Let's fight another three hundred rounds!!"

Pan Chengfeng had no intention of paying him any attention. Sun He was still indignant when suddenly a figure sped past, leaving behind two words: "Useless!"

Sun He could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing straight down.