272: Chapter 272 Old Man

Soon.

After he ran out of the dense forest, an open grassland appeared ahead. The blades of grass were low, covered with an extremely faint golden luster, extending all the way to the edge of a distant river.

"Damn it."

At this moment, Wu Li's speed was continuously suppressed from all directions, and its Demon Power output continued to increase. However, the flow speed in its Meridians did not reach the expected response speed. Although the distance between it and the aura ahead was continuously closing, the rate of closure was decreasing each time, as if it were approaching a threshold where no further Breakthrough was possible.

If this went on.

Wu Li simply couldn't catch Lin Fan.

Since that was the case...

Wu Li stopped chasing.

He hovered in mid-air with his wings folded, and the light in his Blood Pupil changed from slightly bright to solid.

"Blood Pupil Tuo, all methods return to nothingness. Taking blood as the guide, taking soul as the foundation. Three Transformations spy on the profound, Nine Revolutions reach the netherworld. The Tuo is undying, the Blood Pupil endures forever!"

"Hum~"

As the incantation was chanted.

The Demon Power inside Wu Li's body rushed entirely into the Blood Pupil between its brows the moment the incantation finished.

The Demon Power in its Meridians was nearly halved in that instant.

"Blood Pupil, open!!!"

"Whoosh zizizi!!!!"

The Blood Pupil lit up, and the scarlet light condensed from the pupil into a slender bloody light, shooting straight towards Lin Fan's direction along a straight line.

While running, Lin Fan felt his back suddenly tighten. He had never felt such murderous intent before.

He turned his head and saw the rapidly approaching bloody light, the distance having shortened to less than ten zhang.

His pupils shrank sharply, wanting to dodge sideways, but his body's speed could no longer keep up, as if he had been nailed in place by something.

Just the split second before the bloody light was about to hit him, a golden phantom emerged from in front of him, blocking between the bloody light and Lin Fan.

The phantom was hunched over, draped in an off-white cassock, with a blurred face and hands clasped in front of him. His voice was not loud when he spoke: "Fan'er, you go first."

In that instant, Lin Fan's body was pushed several zhang away by a gentle force, and after landing, he took several steps backward consecutively. He raised his head and looked at the golden phantom confronting the bloody light: "Master..."

The old monk did not turn back, slowly spreading his palms to both sides.

"Fan'er, you are the hope of my Buddhist lineage. This demon is extremely fierce and ominous; Master will do his best to block it for you. You must leave this place quickly, and do not show yourself before you possess absolute power."

His voice was interrupted by the impact of the bloody light as the last sentence fell.

The old monk's palms clasped in front of him, and golden Buddhist light surged from his palms, condensing into a rapidly thickening Buddhist light barrier in front of him.

"Boom!!!"

When the bloody light crashed into the surface of the barrier, cracks began to appear from the center, rapidly extending to both sides.

As the cracks expanded, the old monk's body began to become transparent, fading layer by layer from the edges to the center.

When the bloody light penetrated the barrier, he had faded until he was almost invisible.

The bloody light plunged into his chest, passed through his virtualizing body, dragged a slender line of light in the air, and then dissipated.

The old monk's figure shattered completely the moment the bloody light passed through, turning into countless fine golden light spots scattered in the air, quickly dimming the moment they contacted the air.

Lin Fan was carried into the distance, supported by the golden breeze. When he turned back, he saw the final scene of the old monk's phantom dissipating. His eyes widened at that instant, his pupils reflecting those scattering golden light spots, his lips parted, and a voice squeezed out from the depths of his throat: "Master!!!"

Most of that voice was suppressed by the wind, leaving only the trailing sound lingering in the air.

He was continuously lifted by the golden breeze and flew further away, his gaze constantly falling on the direction where the old monk disappeared.

Standing at the top of the hill, Wu Li saw that figure being quickly carried by the wind toward a farther ridge, a hint of bewilderment flashing in its eyes.

"Damn it..."

"Still no good!"

Wu Li knew that the Child of Luck would be very hard to kill, but it didn't expect it to be this hard.

With its Peak Third-Order Great Demon cultivation, coupled with this set of skills, unexpectedly...

It still let a Foundation Establishment run away.

Standing at the top of the hill, Wu Li watched the figure being lifted and carried away by the golden breeze, the dark red light in its Blood Pupil flickering slightly.

Most of its Demon Power had already been consumed. Continuing to chase would only exhaust it through the continuously applied resistance, leaving it without even the strength to return in the end.

"Hoo..."

Letting out a long sigh.

Just as Wu Li was about to turn and leave, it suddenly saw a figure swiftly sweep out from the edge of the dense forest on the distant side. It was very fast, with its wings folded, gliding just above the blades of grass.

"Hmm?"

"Whoosh!"

"Blood Blade Pierces the Body!"

In the distance, the one who suddenly appeared was none other than Bai Chi, who should have left.

Bai Chi did not pause.

The bone knife was unsheathed, its blade spinning a circle in her hand, and dark red bloody light condensed on the blade.

Her figure rapidly approached Lin Fan's direction, with the tip of the knife facing forward, and the bloody light on the blade had covered the entire weapon.

In mid-air, Lin Fan sensed something rapidly approaching from the side. Turning his head, he happened to see Bai Chi's figure and the bone knife closing in on him.

He wanted to dodge sideways, but his body was still being supported by the golden breeze, unable to independently adjust his center of gravity. The degree of deflection was not enough to completely avoid the accelerating blade light.

"Die!"

Bai Chi did not slow down.

She took a step forward and thrust the bone knife straight ahead.

"Puchi!!"

The blade passed through Lin Fan's abdomen, piercing out from his front chest. The tip of the knife lingered in the air for a moment, and then she withdrew it.

Blood gushed from the wound, flowing down along the grain of the blade.

Lin Fan's body stiffened abruptly, and a mouthful of rebellious blood surged into his mouth, spraying onto the front of his robe. His complexion changed from rosy to grayish-white in that instant.

Standing at the top of the hill, Wu Li's Blood Pupil moved slightly when it saw this scene, as if it hadn't expected Bai Chi to return at this time, nor had it expected her to hit the figure that was moving rapidly while being supported by the wind.

Lin Fan's body froze in mid-air for a moment, and then began to fall downward, crashing onto the grassland, rolling twice, and lying face down in the mud. The wound on his back was still oozing blood, soaking his robe and staining a small dark red trace on the ground.

"You..."

"No... I cannot yet..."

"Boom~"

Right at this moment.

A golden phantom floated up from Lin Fan's body once more, which was precisely the old monk who had been scattered by Wu Li's strike earlier.

"How audacious of you to dare ruin the Opportunity for the rise of my Buddhist sect!"

Standing at the top of the hill, Wu Li's Blood Pupil lit up again, and the dark red light condensed into a thin line within the pupil.

"Old Thing."

"I was wondering why it felt wrong just now."

Wu Li looked at the old monk's phantom and spoke in a low voice, the fire halberd reappearing in its hand.

The old monk's phantom condensed and formed beside Lin Fan, its outline much more complete than before, as if it had gathered back from the verge of collapse.