Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!

Chapter 753 - 227: [Undying] (2)

The means by which this person’s Primordial Spirit searches are indeed strange and powerful.

He pondered countermeasures in his heart. As he felt that muddled feeling resurfacing, Chen Yan made a quick decision and bit down hard on his lips!

The sharp pain on his lips, the blood flowing, the taste of rust filling his mouth, once again awakened his conscious mind.

Yet Chen Yan dared not let go, just clenched his lips harder, allowing his teeth to break his lips open, hoping that the pain would last a little longer and keep him awake.

And at that moment, he raised his head to look outside the tree hollow, and his heart suddenly sank!!

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Just above the big tree where Chen Yan was hiding, slightly to the south, a figure was floating in mid-air!

The figure was dressed in a profound black robe, with a long sword strapped to his back — it was clearly the golden Flying Sword.

The figure hovered in the air, holding a long flute in his hands, from which strange notes drifted out, seemingly enveloping the entire forest!

Moments later, Chen Yan felt his lips growing numb, while the flute’s sound became increasingly distinct. Even though he blocked his ears with fallen leaves, it was to no avail; the sound seemed to penetrate everything, easily reaching the depths of one’s consciousness.

The stimulation of pain became increasingly unable to contend with the magically infused flute sound.

Chen Yan felt an itching urge to leap out from his hiding place and shout loudly.

His inner garment was soaked with sweat, and his heart grew colder by the minute!

Seeing the pain stimulus gradually losing effect, his consciousness grew more and more blurred.

Chen Yan’s last trace of consciousness was, since he couldn’t resist, he might as well fight with all his might!

He still had a Mother’s Love Talisman! And the Primordial Spirit Talisman gifted by Gu Qingyi, which could summon Gu Qingyi’s Primordial Spirit to rescue him...

He wasn’t without desperate means! If there was truly no choice, Chen Yan wasn’t the type to sit and await doom; even if he died, he’d take a few pieces of his foe’s flesh with him...

Just when Chen Yan hardened his heart, resolved to fight desperately...

Suddenly!

From the far end of the forest, there came a fierce shout!

The shout seemed to carry a tremor of Primordial Qi, buzzing through the air, instantly shattering the mesmerizing flute sound!

From a distance, a voice full of anger resonated in the air.

"What rogue dares spread harmful magic sounds around the Saint’s Dojo!!"

With the voice, from the depths of the forest, under the night sky, appeared a few figures carrying silver light, breaking through the sky!

The mysterious figure in the air, angry and resentful, muttered under his breath, "The Saint’s Disciples, so domineering! I’m far away from the Saint’s Dojo, yet they meddle in this!"

But anger aside, the figure sighed helplessly, flashed, and disappeared into the air.

As the magical flute sound vanished, Chen Yan suddenly felt his entire body relax.

The force that confused his mind rapidly receded, and he immediately felt weak all over, sweat pouring down.

Then, an irresistible exhaustion surged through him, his eyelids heavy, his consciousness more scattered. He watched as several figures carrying treasures flew across the distant sky...

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When Chen Yan awoke, he felt a slightly wet, tickling sensation on his face.

He opened his eyes and instantly saw some furry little creatures quickly jumping away from his face.

Chen Yan shuddered, watching the furry things swiftly scurry along the tree roots. In a blink, they ran up the tree; upon closer look, they were indeed some squirrel-like creatures.

But these "squirrels," though similar in shape to real-world squirrels with grey fur, had two large tails.

One of them, the biggest and most plump, had three large tails at its end!

Chen Yan struggled to crawl out from beneath the fallen leaves, those creatures had already climbed up the tree trunk, looking down at him from above.

Chen Yan moved his body with effort and surveyed his surroundings.

It was already bright, though he didn’t know what hour it was.

Sunlight filtered through the forest, slightly reducing the damp smell. Beams of light pierced through the gaps in the foliage, finally bringing a touch of warmth to his body.

Chen Yan wiped his face with the back of his hand, feeling the pain at the corners of his mouth, where the blood from the bite had coagulated into scabs. He abruptly realized why those squirrel-like creatures had been around his face earlier!

These creatures were drawn by the scent of blood on his face, coming to lick his blood scabs!!

At this thought, Chen Yan suddenly felt a chill in his heart. Looking at those fluffy little creatures again, they no longer seemed cute, only sinister.

If he hadn’t woken up in time, these beasts might have started gnawing on the flesh of his face!

Chen Yan took a deep breath, let out a heavy hum, raised his hand and sent a Finger Sword slashing across, startling the multiple-tailed squirrels to scatter and flee, before he turned and left.

He identified the direction and headed north!

He clearly remembered that it was the direction his flying boat had traveled!

The reason for heading north was because, on the night the flying boat was attacked, they had just passed by that suspended mountain of the Saint’s Dojo!