Two Heavenly Wind Condors flew past the mountains in the wind and snow. The two of them had their robes dyed in blood on their backs. In order to conserve spiritual energy, they even withdrew their protective aura and allowed the snowflakes to pounce on their bodies. Suddenly, one of the Heavenly Wind Condors let out a sharp cry of sorrow and slowly fell down, flapping its wings in vain. The xiuzhe on the back of the sculpture flew up with his sword, crushed the feeding ring, and then continued on his journey, allowing the Heavenly Wind Sculpture to perish on its own.

Chu Jun turned around and shouted to Fan Jian, who was chasing after him with his sword, "Ride on mine!" After saying that, Yu Kong flew up. Fan Jian did not hold back his sword and sat on the Heavenly Wind Condor. He held the sword in his arms and closed his eyes to recover his strength.

This time, Chu Jun had killed half of the target city guards and thoroughly stabbed Ma Feng's nest. The twenty-four target city guards who had originally entered the Spirit Beast Mountain Range to exterminate ghosts immediately turned their spears around and surrounded them. Twenty-four standard troops, 2,400 people, twenty-four golden cores. It was enough for them to drink a pot. Being chased and intercepted was a tragedy. Fortunately, they had benefited from this blizzard. Otherwise, they would have made dumplings for each other long ago. Even so, both the club and Wu Yanshou were seriously injured, and were taken into the small world by Chu Jun to recover from their injuries. Right now, only he and Fan Jian were left. The eighteen Heavenly Wind Condors were all exhausted to death, or they might have been killed by the other party.

A signal flame exploded in front of him. A horde of people appeared in sight. The green Griffin Mount and the Second Grade High Grade Sword emitted a cold glow in the snow. It was the first to reach the Golden Core Stage.

This should be the last blockade. If he rushed out, the sea would be wide and the sky would be high. If he couldn't rush out, he would face the sky with a bird. Chu Jun tightened his grip on the Thunder Dragon Sword in his hand. His slightly exhausted eyes lit up with bloodthirsty battle intent. His gaze was like an eagle staring at the captain of the Griffin Guards. He smiled and asked, "Bitch, can you still fight?"

Fan Jian licked his lips, which had become dry from excessive blood loss, and smiled sinisterly, "Nonsense, this daddy has no time for impotence!"

Chu Jun chuckled and took out a half bottle of Spirit Spring of Life from his bosom. He then tossed it to Fan Jian and said, "Old rules!"

Fan Jian drank up the remaining Spirit Spring of Life, and the two of them suddenly separated and fled to the two flanks. The Griffin Guard commander sneered and gestured with his right hand. The deputy commander led fifty brothers to kill Fan Jian, and he led his men to kill Chu Jun himself.

"Fellow Daoist, you won't be able to escape. Be obedient and wait to die, but leave your entire corpse!" The captain shouted loudly.

Chu Jun didn't even turn his head. He activated his Spiritual Energy to gallop wildly. The formation of the fifty cavalry gradually grew longer, and the distance between the members increased. Seeing that person turn around and laugh, the Biao Priest quickly rushed back. His first thought was that the other party had gone crazy, yet he still dared to turn around and fight to the death at this time.

The marker silently calculated the distance and waited for Chu Jun to enter a fifty-meter radius. At that time, he gave the order and all fifty flying swords flew over. Even if he was a Golden Core cultivator, he would die.

Five hundred meters … four hundred meters … three hundred meters!

The fifty soldiers clenched their cla. S.s two high-grade flying swords tightly in their hands, and as long as they waved their hands, they would immediately dismember the scrap into disorderly swords.

Two hundred meters, Zheng!

The lightning dragon sword flew out from two hundred meters away. The Berserk Tyrant Sword Intent moved forward without end, and the heavy snow and thunder instantly arrived. Biao Chang was shocked. He had originally predicted that Chu Jun would have to be close to 100 meters before he could make a move. This was because most early Gold Core Realm cultivators would be able to control their swords within a radius of 100 meters. Some of them had powerful divine senses that could control their swords to 150 meters, while only mid Gold Core Realm cultivators could control their swords to 200 meters.

Two hundred meters was just a matter of breathing for the flying sword. It was already too late for the marker to come up with a sword to intercept it. The Thunder Dragon Sword slashed four warriors in succession. The blood was dyed red with snow. The griffin that had lost its master was lingering in the air in sorrow. The Thunder Dragon Sword flew up and down to harvest human lives. When Chu Jun entered the range of a hundred meters, more than a dozen soldiers had been killed and wounded, and the charging formation had been disrupted. Biao Chang was furious, and the flying sword slashed towards Chu Jun.

In the snowstorm, Chu Jun revealed a trace of mockery on his face. With a pull of his sword finger, the Thunder Dragon Sword took out its mark on the head of the long man, and at the same time, it took out its lightning shield to block in front of him. The captain released a protective shield to block the attack, and at the same time shouted, "Cut him to death!"

After the lightning shield blocked the long sword, Chu Jun had already entered a range of 50 meters. The flying swords of Foundation Establishment cultivators were already able to display their might in this range. More than 30 flying swords slashed towards Chu Jun like crazy bees.

A cold smile appeared on Biao Chang's face. The thirty-seven flying swords chopped down together. No matter how hard your protective shield was, it would not be able to withstand it. The marker seemed to have seen the scene of Chu Jun's magic shield shattering and being sliced into countless pieces by the flying sword.

Dang! The lightning shield in front of Chu Jun shattered, and the crowd cheered. However, the light in front of Chu Jun lit up, and immediately two more shields with different attributes appeared.

Dang dang dang dang!

Dozens of flying swords were extremely powerful. The Sun God Shield was quickly destroyed. Just as the Moon God Shield was about to be shattered, Chu Jun had already rushed to the front of the guards. He held the Thunder Dragon Sword in his hand, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. He had slashed several soldiers at the waist, openly piercing through the charging troops of the Griffin Guards. He only suffered two painless painful swords on his body.

"Haha, I won't use it anymore!" Chu Jun laughed loudly. He activated his divine power and circulated his dantian. The three "engines" accelerated at the same time. Tsing Yi rode the wind and broke through the snow, riding on a peerless horse.

The headmaster was so aggrieved that he coughed out blood. More than 50 people chased after a Golden Core cultivator, but in just one meeting, one third of them were killed like melons and vegetables.

Chu Jun's body had been injured many times, but none of them had caused any fatal injuries. In addition to his strong physique and self-healing ability, he didn't care about this little bit of pain at all. He quickly chased after Fan Jian in the direction he escaped from. After hurrying for nearly fifty li, he happened to see Fan Jian cut off half of a soldier's head, and he was pierced through his chest by a sword.

"Bitch!" Chu Jun's eyes suddenly turned scarlet red, and a frightening blood fiend aura erupted from his body.

Fan Jian looked up, as if he heard a thunderclap. Everything around him shattered in the thunderclap, blood and meat splashing all over his face.

The thirty plus soldiers watched helplessly as the mad man in green carried a single person away with him. Not a single person dared to chase after him. The deputy commander's hand holding the flying sword was trembling as he wiped the minced meat off his face.

Ning Yun sat beside the campfire with his knees crossed, his wet clothes steaming with white steam. Across from the campfire sat a handsome man. He was a pure black man with a cold expression and a rare dark red pupils.

Neither of them spoke. The red-eyed man threw the withered branches into the fire one by one, occasionally glancing at the human woman opposite him. The woman lowered her eyes and stared fixedly at the campfire. Her lips were pale and her haggard face made her look a little more pitiful and weak.

"No crying, no noise, no fear, no begging for mercy, not even bothering to say anything, very interesting woman of the human race!"

The red-eyed man threw the dry wood in his hand into the campfire and carefully appreciated the woman's appearance. His eyes were somewhat confused and his heart was somewhat happy. He didn't understand why he didn't devour her soul and save her from the river.

That day, the red-eyed man managed to escape with the help of his two subordinates. However, he was also heavily injured and hid in a crack in the rock beneath the cliff. Later, she appeared, took off her boots, sat barefoot on the edge of the cliff, and talked a lot to herself. The red-eyed man originally intended to sneak attack and devour the woman's soul, but she began to sing. The red-eyed man couldn't help but listen, and then, the woman actually jumped down the river from the cliff. He poked his head out of the crack and saw the expression in the woman's eyes before she was drowned. He couldn't explain it clearly, so he almost sent a divine messenger to jump down and chase after her for more than ten miles before he rescued her from the river.

"Your name is Yun'er?" The red-eyed man asked. This was what he heard when he heard her talking to himself under the cliff.

Ning Yun lowered his eyes and didn't say anything. The red-eyed man didn't mind and continued, "Why did you commit suicide? Isn't it good to live?"

The red-eyed man seemed to know that it was impossible to get an answer from the other party, and he added, "You are different from other humans. Your soul is incomplete, as if you are missing a soul!"

Ning Yun looked at the red-eyed man and then lowered his head to look at the bonfire. A stiff smile appeared on the red-eyed man's handsome face. At least she looked up at herself. This was a good start.

"I can cure you!" The red-eyed man threw a withered branch into the campfire.

Ning Yun suddenly raised his head, his big eyes revealing the splendor he had not seen for a long time. He asked softly, "Really?"

The red-eyed man did not answer her. Instead, he asked, "Do you like a man called Brother Jun?"

Ning Yun frowned. The other party's gaze made her a little uncomfortable. She nodded and said, "Yes, he is my husband!"

"He must think you're dead!"

Ning Yun lowered his eyes and stared at the campfire without saying a word.

"My name is Ghost King Lie, ghost race!" The red-eyed man naturally revealed his identity.

Ning Yun's shoulders moved, and he said indifferently, "I should have guessed it long ago!"

"Aren't you afraid?"

"What's there to be afraid of? This isn't the first time I've been devoured by a ghost!"

"No wonder you're missing a soul!" The red-eyed man suddenly nodded and said, "I can replenish your soul, but you have to follow me back to the Ghost Realm!"

Ning Yun raised his head, puzzled. The red-eyed man brushed his robe and asked, "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Ning Yun's pretty face sank. The red-eyed man said, "I think I like you. Or perhaps I like your song. I like the look in your eyes when you fell into the water. So, I decided to keep you by my side!"

A trace of anger appeared on Ning Yun's face as he coldly said, "I have a husband!"

The red-eyed man smiled and said calmly, "I don't care!"

"I care!"

"Then I'll kill your husband!"

"You don't have the ability!"

"Are you so confident in him?"

"That's right, no one can kill my husband!"

"Can I keep mentioning your husband?"

Ning Yun hugged his knees and lowered his eyebrows. The red-eyed man was silent for a moment, then said, "Whether you want to or not, I will bring you back to the Ghost Realm!"

Ning Yun slapped his palm on his head and fell to the ground!

The red-eyed man was stunned!