Chapter 1111: Fight for the Spiritual Spring

"Hehe, no matter how powerful Nielong is, how dare he put on airs in front of you, the clan leader? But now he is hunting down a cultivator from the human world, not in Longyuan Valley."

The old woman laughed strangely and said in awe.

"Hunting down a cultivator from the human world?" Hong Xiao was a little curious. "When he was in the spirit world, Nielong was a strong man anyway. Who asked him to go out in person?"

"I don't know who this person is, but I heard that he seems to have taken the sacred flower of their Nielong clan. According to Nielong, this flower is very helpful for our plan to reopen the channel, and the clan members sent by Nielong twice were killed by this person." When the old woman said this, there was also a bit of strangeness on her face.

"Killed two masters of the Nielong clan in a row? It seems that this cultivator from the human world should not be underestimated." Hong Xiao was even more surprised.

The old woman nodded, with the same surprised look in front of her.

After thinking for a while, Hong Xiao tilted his head and chuckled, "Forget it. It just so happens that I have some things to deal with with the Demon Snake. Since the evil dragon is not in Longyuan Valley, I will go there in a few days. I think with his cultivation level, he will soon have results against a cultivator in the human world."

"Is the Demon Snake senior here too?" The old woman's expression changed slightly when she mentioned the Demon Snake.

"Yes, we have been looking for a way to return to the spirit world in the human world for these years, but we were temporarily separated when we entered the gate of Xuanyu before. Although you have thought of a way to restart the passage to the spirit world, this matter also needs to be done from both ends. Once you go back, if you have any news, please inform me at any time." Hong Xiao said lightly.

The old woman's eyes flashed a few times, nodded, and bowed.

Seeing this, Hong Xiao didn't say much. Finally, after looking at the old woman, he stretched his body vertically in the air, turned into a colorful spirit bird and rushed away.

Looking up at the direction where Hong Xiao disappeared, the old woman's face flashed a little bit of gloom, and after a moment, she also disappeared into the forest.

...

Tens of thousands of miles away, a stream of light appeared in the sky somewhere, and a figure was flying at high speed on a cloud.

The figure was dressed in black and black clothes, with a handsome face, and it was Ye Chunyang.

He looked down from time to time, as if looking for something.

"There are many places with rich spiritual energy along the way, but unfortunately they are too eye-catching. Refining human blood flowers and blood soul stones in them will definitely alarm other people who have entered the Wuwang Holy Land. In order to avoid trouble, we need to choose a few more places for cultivation."

While flying, Ye Chunyang muttered to himself.

According to what the old demon blood bat said, he might have provoked several powerful demons here, who might come to him soon. His current cultivation was not enough to confront them head-on, so after leaving Huangquan Xuesha, he decided to temporarily give up exploring the Wuwang Holy Land and concentrate on trying to reach the late stage of the Nascent Soul.

In fact, Ye Chunyang was not a person who valued money over life. The reason why those demons targeted him was nothing more than the human blood flower. If this flower was an ordinary thing, in order to avoid this disaster, Ye Chunyang would just throw it away. But now his cultivation has reached a bottleneck in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and there is little hope for cultivating spiritual energy alone. Only by finding another way can he get a chance.

After some deep thinking, Ye Chunyang combined all his skills. The Immortal Golden Body Art cultivates the body to become a saint, which is intended to strengthen the body surface and represents "essence". The Origin Heavenly Sutra absorbs spiritual energy and refines the true essence, which is "qi". The Refining Spirit Art condenses the primordial spirit, which is "shen".

Ye Chunyang has achieved considerable accomplishments in the three techniques of "essence", "qi" and "shen", but because of this, all the techniques seem to have reached their limits. It is impossible to make further breakthroughs in the short term. However, after obtaining the two treasures, the human blood flower and the blood soul stone, Ye Chunyang found a shortcut that may allow him to advance to the late stage of the Nascent Soul.

At present, he is in a state of balance in the practice of the three techniques. On the surface, it seems perfect, but it is precisely because of this balance that he has created a bottleneck. Ye Chunyang secretly wondered if breaking this balance would bring him a chance?

It's like a bottle full of water. Only by pouring out the old water can new water be filled in.

The human blood flower and the blood soul stone are both elixirs that are very helpful in promoting breath and cultivating the body. If they are refined, they may allow his body to reach the peak again and break the bottleneck in the technique.

Such an important thing, even if it risks being hunted down by some powerful people, Ye Chunyang will never give it up.

Moreover, he had already comprehended the treasure-controlling secret of the Brahma Golden Holy Lotus. Even if those demon cultivators really chased him, he would have the power to protect himself. And once he could successfully break through the late Nascent Soul stage, no one in the human world would be able to threaten him unless a Divine Transformation cultivator appeared.

With a plan in mind, Ye Chunyang released his spiritual sense and sensed the entire area within a hundred miles.

After a moment, his figure suddenly paused, a trace of doubt flashed across his face, and then he sped up, gathered his breath, and fell into a valley not far ahead.

Ye Chunyang was surprised when he glanced ahead, but then his face was full of joy.

In front of him was a small spring, with mist coming out of it, and there was a faint sound of flowing water. However, upon closer inspection, it was not an ordinary spring, but an unusually rich spiritual energy.

It was obviously a spiritual spring.

"The Wuwang Holy Land is indeed a secret realm from the spiritual world. The spiritual energy in this spring is actually materialized. Such a treasure land is rarely seen in the outside world." Ye Chunyang praised in his heart.

The largest spiritual spring he had ever seen was the one under the suspended city in the Chaos Demon Realm. Although it occupied a large area, it was dwarfed by the current one.

Overjoyed, Ye Chunyang set up the formation and cast the spell without hesitation, and the formation flags flew out one after another and disappeared in all directions.

At this moment, he turned his head and looked somewhere, and his expression suddenly darkened.

Almost at the same time, there was a sound of surprise in his ears, and then a light and shadow appeared in the air like a lightning bolt. After a pause for a moment, it suddenly rushed down towards him.

The light dissipated, and an old man with red face and white hair appeared in front of Ye Chunyang, wearing a tattered cloth shirt. He glanced at the spiritual spring next to Ye Chunyang and then his eyes were unkind.

Ye Chunyang frowned slightly. This old man was a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul, and he seemed to be attracted by this spiritual spring.

When he looked at the red-faced old man, the other man was also looking at him, and found that Ye Chunyang's aura seemed to be absent, and he did not look very powerful. The original vigilance on the old man's face completely disappeared, and he said coldly: " This fellow Taoist, Lingquan, I have taken a liking to, so I’d better leave as soon as possible! As compensation, I can compensate you with some treasures.”

Although Ye Chunyang gave the old man a strange feeling, there was nothing to be afraid of as long as the other party was not a mid- to late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

After hearing this, Ye Chunyang looked at the red-faced old man and couldn't help but look a little strange.

This old man was so courageous that he actually bullied him.

He stood still and said expressionlessly: "Everything has its own first come, first served. I discovered the spiritual spring here first, but my fellow Taoist asked me to give it up. What's the reason for this?"

"Huh?" The red-faced old man raised his eyebrows, and the coldness on his face became a little bit more cold, "Principle? What kind of truth do you want? No one dares to fight for what I like. If you know the truth, get out of here right away. Otherwise, don’t blame me for cutting you into pieces and leaving you in the wilderness to feed the monsters.”

"Your Excellency seems to be very crazy." Ye Chunyang smiled.

However, the red-faced old man seemed to have no scruples as he said: "Don't talk nonsense, this old man Lingquan is determined. If you want to survive, you will disappear immediately, otherwise I will not be as polite as before."

I saw him stomping his feet, red light flashing all over his body, layers of strong wind gathering around him, and his aura rising sharply, and in the blink of an eye he was on par with the mid-stage Nascent Soul.

Ye Chunyang's eyelids twitched slightly, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

At this time, the old man's body actually erupted with an astonishing amount of blood energy, which seemed to be a secret technique that stimulated the power of essence and blood to increase his cultivation level. This was similar to the blood refining technique practiced by his clone.

This kind of secret technique is very familiar to him. Although he can achieve cultivation beyond his own realm within a certain period of time and greatly increase his strength, it cannot last long. It's just that the old man's aura is pure and he seems to have other skills.

Moreover, most of this secret technique of stimulating one's own essence and blood can injure the enemy by 1,000 and damage himself by 800. Even Ye Chunyang will only use it when he has no choice but to use it at will. It seems that he is not interested in this. Don't care.

Or does he have a way to avoid hurting himself?

Ye Chunyang looked strange and was somewhat interested in the red-faced old man's secret technique.

"I will give you three breaths at the end. If you don't leave, you will have no chance!" the red-faced old man said gloomily.

"Three breaths are too long, I'll send my fellow Taoist on his way now!" Ye Chunyang raised his head and chuckled.

The red-faced old man was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't hear clearly, but before Ye Chunyang finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved, and dozens of sword lights shot out, hanging in a row above the old man's head.

Under the suppression of the terrifying aura, the red-faced old man's expression changed drastically. He exclaimed "Middle Nascent Soul" and hurriedly activated the blood light to face the sword array.

There was an explosion. Before the old man could take any defensive action, the blood and energy in his body suddenly disappeared without a trace under the slash of the sword array, disappearing completely.

Immediately after the sword formation rolled up again, the old man's body exploded into several pieces on the spot and was directly dismembered.

A golden light flew out from the blood mist and turned into a golden man suspended in the air. He looked at Ye Chunyang with a horrified look and did not dare to stop at all, and quickly ran away into the distance.

Ye Chunyang sneered, without even looking at the old man's Nascent Soul, he pointed lightly, and dozens of sword lights flew into the sky, suddenly arriving behind the Nascent Soul.

The next moment, shrill screams echoed in the air, and the old man's Nascent Soul evaporated, leaving no trace behind. After the sword formation flickered, it turned into a stream of light and flew back into Ye Chunyang's sleeve.

He looked at the old man's broken body with an expressionless expression, stretched out his hand, and a Qiankun bag fell into his hand.