Yang Peng remained calm. After eating, he immediately paid and left, then went straight to a deep mountain and old forest on the outskirts of the city.

The surrounding area is extremely quiet and deserted, making it a perfect place for killing people and stealing goods.

"Come out, you have been following me all the way. Tell me what happened?" Yang Peng said lightly.

Sure enough, a moment later, an old figure appeared behind him.

This man's whole body was withered, as if he were covered with a layer of skin and bones, and his old face was even more frightening, with wrinkles that were wrinkled and even his lips and gums were pitch black, without a trace of blood or vitality, as if he was about to die.

It turned out to be Elder Han, the elder of Lingxu Cave Heaven.

Previously, Yang Peng had killed his nephew, Han Feiyu, in the sect.

At this time, Yang Peng was wearing a human skin mask, so he pretended not to recognize the other person and said with a smile: "Old man, what do you want to do after following me all the way? Could it be that you are coveting the treasures on me?"

Elder Han smiled sinisterly and said: "Back then, in order to prevent my nephew from encountering any accidents when he was out training and unable to find the murderer, I refined a life-chasing talisman and planted it into his sea of ​​suffering. If

If someone kills him, the life-chasing talisman in his sea of ​​suffering will plant a soul-chasing mark on the murderer's body. Now, this mark happens to be on your body!"

"Your name should be Yang Peng, right? I am the first person in Lingxu Cave Heaven who has swallowed the Holy Fruit of the Ancient Forbidden Land. You are also smart, knowing how to deceive others and give yourself a new face. If it weren't for the soul chasing

Mark, I’m afraid I’ll be able to hide it from you too!”

So that’s it.

No wonder Yang Peng was confused. He had already fled hundreds of miles away and was far away from the sphere of influence of Lingxu Cave Heaven. Why was Elder Han able to catch up with him?

Everything is because of this so-called soul-chasing mark.

This world of cultivation is indeed dangerous, and no one knows what back-up the other side has left behind.

His identity was discovered, but Yang Peng didn't panic at all.

Because, he clearly knew that the other party was only at the other side of the world and was on the same level as himself.

Moreover, this Elder Han focuses on refining medicine, his cultivation talent is very average, and his combat ability is already considered poor among the monks on the other side.

Yang Peng is just the opposite.

With heaven-level treasures such as green bronze and golden books, he can even kill enemies beyond his level.

Therefore, he was not panicked at all.

"Boy, come with me. I have prepared enough elixirs for you. I am just waiting for you, the main medicine. It is your honor to be able to use it for me before you die, haha,"

Elder Han smiled coldly, as if everything was under his control.

Yang Peng looked indifferent and said: "If you want to use me as the main medicine, you can do it! I advise you to quickly prepare a coffin and just lie down in it. You look like a ghost, you should be buried only a few days ago."

Already."

What Yang Peng said was true, but to Elder Han's ears, it was so harsh.

Because what an old man like Elder Han hates most is talking about life and death.

He is greedy for the world and has not lived enough.

He still wants to live a few more years.

This is why he wants to use Yang Peng as the main ingredient to refine life-sustaining pills.

"You brat, it's not up to you whether you want to go or not!"

Elder Han sneered several times like an evil ghost, and then saw twelve green lights shooting out of his withered body, and twelve green wooden swords flying out from his sea of ​​suffering, and they grew bigger in the wind.

, divided into twelve directions, inserted into the ground around Yang Peng, forming a green cage, trapping Yang Peng in it.

"You brat, let's see where you can run!"

After trapping Yang Peng, he screamed arrogantly, stretched out his dark, withered palms like rotten wood, and grabbed Yang Peng, trying to capture him in his hands.

Yang Peng showed disdain for these trivial tricks. He saw divine power surging all over his body, and a golden giant sword emerged from the sea of ​​suffering.

This is his natal Taoist weapon, Xuanyuan Sword.

The Xuanyuan Sword instantly turned into a huge golden sword and swept out towards the surrounding cages. It was like destroying everything. The twelve green wooden swords broke in response, and the cage was instantly broken.

The golden sword continued unabated and slashed at Elder Han again.

Old Man Han had a look of horror on his face. He had never expected that Yang Peng could break through his cage formation.

A scream resounded throughout the whole world, and then, Old Man Han's black claws were completely cut off by the giant sword, and black rotten blood spurted out, spreading all over the ground.

"You...you actually made it to the other side! How is it possible? It has only been a few days since you entered my Lingxu Cave. When you entered, I saw it with my own eyes. You didn't practice at all, and you didn't even open up the sea of ​​suffering. How could you go so quickly?

No, you... you actually!" Old Man Han looked in disbelief.

He originally thought that Yang Peng was still the rookie monk who was allowed to be manipulated by him and had not yet opened up the sea of ​​suffering. Therefore, he dared to be so arrogant, as if everything was under his control.

But now, it was obvious that he had misjudged Yang Peng's strength, and his misjudgement was very outrageous.

Yang Peng not only opened up the Sea of ​​​​Bitterness, but also built a spring of life, built a rainbow bridge, and reached the other side!

"Old thief, suffer death!"

Under Yang Peng's urging, the golden giant sword was like a golden meteor, flashing with dazzling golden light, and slashed at Old Man Han.

The terrifying power frightened Old Man Han to the point of trembling with fear.

He immediately sacrificed another magical weapon from the sea of ​​suffering, the Aoki Ruler.

The green wooden ruler shone with a green halo as he stepped forward.

However, only a clanging sound was heard, and the green wooden ruler was cut in half by the extremely sharp golden giant sword.

Old Man Han screamed again, vomited blood, his body trembled, he couldn't stand still, and he fell directly to the ground.

This green wooden ruler was his natal Taoist tool. When the natal Taoist tool was shattered, cracks appeared in the sea of ​​suffering and he suffered severe internal injuries.

"How could this happen! How could this happen!"

Old Man Han looked dazed for a while, unbelievable at what was happening in front of him.

Seeing that the golden light was about to cut him in half, he finally became afraid and shouted anxiously: "Wait a minute, I give up, spare my life! I give up, spare my life..."

Then, regardless of his old face, he knelt on the ground with a plop, kowtowed repeatedly and begged for mercy.

He didn't have any self-respect or dignity as a monk.

Indeed, for a profit-seeking person like him, all dignity and self-esteem are bullshit, only actual interests are the most important.

The most important thing to him now is to save his life.

Only by saving his old life can things happen in the future.

Not to mention, he is indeed a cunning old man who has been in the secular world for decades. He is quite aware of worldly affairs.

The golden giant sword suddenly stopped just a few inches away from him. Then, Yang Peng looked down at Old Man Han who was kneeling on the ground and said calmly: "Tell me, what kind of money do you have that can redeem your dog's life?

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Chapter completed!