Chapter 66

A iron spear, which had deceived the disciples of the Ziyun Sect.

A silver spear, which had deceived Sun Hua and even Liu Daoyun, causing friction between the Qushui Sect and the Fenghan Sect.

If the father of the chubby boy knew about this, he would surely widen his eyes in surprise, for the iron, silver, and gold spears were precisely the products of their family's blacksmith shop.

If it were the chubby boy, he would certainly be extremely excited.

Meng Hao did not know what effect the silver spear would have, but it was evident that the Qushui Sect and the Fenghan Sect had given up pursuing him. Even if they did come to pursue him, after this time had passed, it would be impossible to find Meng Hao again in the short term.

However, Meng Hao's face remained grim. He occasionally swallowed medicinal pills on the treasure fan. Behind him, Ding Xin stepped on a large leaf, coldly pursuing him with the intention of killing Meng Hao no matter where he went.

If it were just a pursuit, Meng Hao, with a large amount of medicinal pills to maintain his spiritual energy, could still maneuver. However, he was already injured, and the journey had worsened his injuries, which were only suppressed by demon cores.

Even if the injuries could be suppressed, if the time was too long, once they could no longer be suppressed, the consequences would be even more severe.

Occasionally, a sharp arrow would whistle from behind him, causing Meng Hao to have to take out various magical treasures to defend himself. The most dangerous moment was when the sliding ended and he landed, slowing down and becoming less agile. Fortunately, there were many forests below, and each time he slid down from a mountain peak, he could take out the treasure fan again.

However, Ding Xin could not fly for long either. Like Liu Daoyun before, he also needed to land from time to time to take advantage of the terrain to slide.

"You can't escape. If you surrender, I, Ding, will not kill you. I will take you back to the sect and let the elders decide your fate," Ding Xin said, his eyes flashing.

"Meng Hao's matter with the Ziyun Sect has its own context. Can Daoist Ding understand?" Meng Hao, who was fleeing ahead, immediately said.

"I, Ding, do not need to understand. Taking you back to the sect, the elders will naturally enforce the law. As a major sect in the Southern Domain, we will certainly be fair and just," Ding Xin said coldly, his eyes growing even colder.

"The matter that day was not up to me. Qian Shuihen and Lu Song insisted on buying it. I had already told them that the iron spear was an ordinary item, but they still insisted and threatened me. The fault is not mine!" Meng Hao, on a small hill, turned back to look behind him and explained again, taking a step forward as the treasure fan reappeared, carrying him away quickly.

"How can the fault not be yours? You could have crushed the iron spear on the spot and then taken out the true treasure to exchange. There would have been no reason for what happened afterward," Ding Xin said calmly, but his speed did not slow. He raised his right hand and patted his storage bag, and a black wooden bow appeared in his hand. He drew it and released it, and an arrow whistled toward Meng Hao.

Amid the roar, Meng Hao resisted with a magical treasure, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but he laughed, the blood in his smile making him look almost sinister.

"This is what you call being fair," Meng Hao's eyes revealed a killing intent, and he did not speak again, swallowing a large number of demon cores. The treasure fan hummed, and his speed increased, rushing forward.

In a short few hours, from noon to dusk, Meng Hao was exhausted, as if he had been fleeing for several days. He could already see that the other party's cold eyes held a cruel and playful intent.

He was being treated as prey, not to be killed directly, but to be toyed with until the prey went mad, and then to be killed with a single strike.

Under his feet was the land of the Zhao Kingdom, and Ding Xin's pursuit had lasted for a long time. With Meng Hao's eighth-layer Qi Condensation cultivation, he was almost at the point of exhaustion. Even with more demon cores, the consequences of consuming them would be that his body would be ruined, producing a strong rejection, and even demonic aura would appear in his blood.

For cultivators, this was equivalent to self-destructing their cultivation. Meng Hao did not know this before, but even now that he saw the signs, he had no choice but to swallow them.

Ding Xin, on the other hand, had clearly seen this from the beginning, which was why he followed at a leisurely pace. His eyes gradually revealed a glint of interest, as if he had encountered something very entertaining.

"I really want to see what you will look like when your body is completely transformed into demonic aura. When I kill you, I might even get an eighth-layer Qi Condensation demon core," Ding Xin said with a smile, his voice reaching Meng Hao's ears, making his eyes bloodshot and his face grim.

But his personality did not allow him to say much nonsense during a battle. Since the necessary explanations were not accepted, Meng Hao did not speak another word, just as he had done when facing Wang Tengfei in the past, never roaring or shouting, but remaining silent and extremely grim.

After a long period of fleeing, Meng Hao's speed reached its maximum. Looking down, he could faintly see the Great Green Mountain. Over the past half year, he had mostly been hiding, and now he had circled back to the Great Green Mountain.

Even in this direction, he could see a lake not far away, which was the Northern Sea.

The moment he saw the Northern Sea, Meng Hao's eyes suddenly flashed.

"The Northern Sea..."

Meng Hao thought of the solitary boat on the Northern Sea, the old man who ferried the boat, the little girl, and the Northern Sea where he had attained enlightenment. His eyes focused, and he immediately changed direction, heading straight for the Northern Sea.

His speed was so fast that he slid over the Great Green Mountain with the treasure fan. Behind him, Ding Xin's eyes were filled with ridicule. Throughout the chase, what he was most satisfied with was forcing the other party to continuously consume demon cores.

"Although I don't know why this person has so many demon cores, it doesn't matter. I can always find out the answer by interrogating him before he dies. However, I am more looking forward to seeing what he will look like after consuming even more demon cores and becoming completely demonic," Ding Xin said with a smile, stepping on a large leaf and sliding after him.

The two, one in front and one behind, soon whistled through the sky, reaching the Northern Sea in no time. Meng Hao patted his storage bag, and a black net appeared, which he threw backward.

The black net expanded to about three zhang and rushed toward Ding Xin. Just as it was about to reach him, Ding Xin raised his right hand and flicked his sleeve, and a purple jade slip flew out, transforming into a purple whirlwind that prevented the black net from landing, as if it had lost its connection to Meng Hao, and it flew off to the side.

"Such a useless treasure, you dare to show it off," Ding Xin sneered. The black net looked decent, so he had taken out the jade slip, but it was not as strong as he had expected.

Meng Hao's eyes flickered, and he bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood, making his face even paler, as if the backlash from the destroyed treasure had affected him. The moment Meng Hao stepped into the sky over the Northern Sea, the calm surface of the lake was suddenly stirred, as if a strong wind had blown through, breaking the calm.

The moment he reached the center of the Northern Sea, his feet paused on the treasure fan, the first complete stop since being pursued by Ding Xin. Turning around, Meng Hao raised his right hand, and a scroll appeared in his hand. His eyes flashed with determination, and a killing intent spread.

He no longer planned to flee and decided to fight the ninth-layer Qi Condensation cultivator, Ding Xin, right here!

Even though he was at a disadvantage, he had to fight. If he did not fight, he would not be able to hold out for long. If he did not fight, he would surely die. Only... fight!

"You actually stopped fleeing," Ding Xin's figure appeared instantly, and seeing the killing intent in Meng Hao's eyes, a more intense sneer appeared on his lips. He raised his right hand and pointed at Meng Hao, and a gust of wind immediately shot out, turning purple in the air and transforming into a purple bird that flapped its wings toward Meng Hao.

Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and almost as soon as the purple bird arrived, he shook the scroll in his hand, and a roar of a demon beast immediately echoed. This time, Meng Hao was determined to use his cultivation, and because his spiritual energy contained a lot of demonic energy, the roar in the scroll was astonishing, and four clouds of mist emerged, forming four demon beasts that rushed toward the purple bird.

At the same time, Meng Hao took a step forward, and the treasure fan behind him scattered, turning into feathers that circled around his body, like flying swords, rushing toward Ding Xin.

Meng Hao did not retreat, and a flying sword lifted him, propelling him forward to attack Ding Xin.

"Overestimating yourself," Ding Xin sneered, his eyes filled with ridicule. As Meng Hao approached, he made a seal with his right hand and pointed at his forehead, and a vortex immediately appeared between his brows. With the appearance of the vortex, a low roar echoed from his forehead.

"Ziyun Sky!"

A dense purple aura emerged from the vortex, forming a purple ring in front of Ding Xin, expanding outward and pushing toward Meng Hao.

The roar echoed, and the feathers around Meng Hao shattered instantly. A loud noise rang out, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, but his eyes were even more determined. Almost as soon as the blood spurted out, he raised his right hand and patted his storage bag, and nearly a hundred flying swords immediately whistled out, rushing toward Ding Xin.

The sword rain whistled, covering the sky, and the sword light swept through, reaching Ding Xin in an instant. Ding Xin's eyes flickered, and his ridicule intensified.

"Unaware of your own death," he said, and as he patted his storage bag, a red light flew out, which he grabbed in his hand. It was a red-haired duster. He waved it forward, and a red wind whistled, causing Meng Hao's nearly a hundred flying swords to shatter, and many of them collapsed as they approached.

The red wind also rushed toward Meng Hao, causing him to spit out blood. But at that moment, two wooden swords suddenly flew out from among the shattered flying swords, piercing through the red wind and about to reach Ding Xin.

Ding Xin's eyes narrowed, and he raised his right hand to make a seal, preparing to retreat to avoid them.

At that moment, Meng Hao raised