With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 817 - 610: Fang! Jian! Xing! (6k)

Fang Jianxing’s pupils widened, reflecting in the darkness, like turbulent star debris.

With a flip of his hand, he took out a small mirror, and the veins of Luofeng Mountain magnified infinitely in the mirror, in his eyes!

Luo Guanyun weaved the thunder net so tightly, ultimately needing to use the things between the mountains as a foundation.

Travel along the veins in stealth, seek the source of the Qi, cut it off, and the net will collapse!

Where is the source?

A ray of light emerged in Fang Jianxing’s heart as he entered the mountain, gazing distantly at the junction of countless veins.

Does it seem to be the peak of Luofeng Mountain, should I go there to destroy it?

No, the root is moving rapidly, seemingly getting closer to me!

No... What is happening, is the source on Luo Guanyun?

Fang Jianxing was dumbfounded.

He then regained his heart spirit, forcibly calmed down and flipped the mirror.

This path won’t work, then head in the opposite direction, dash out of Luofeng Mountain, into Zhongjin City!

Why is it called the [Enchanting Demon Mirror]?

Originated from the word’s meaning of enchantment, it is the delusional illusion, the bewitching thought of countless obstructions.

Distorting perception, confusing right and wrong.

Seducing others to stray from their true selves, at best halting their journey, at worst being manipulated and reduced to a puppet.

Simply seize others through enchanting thought, personally take over.

This time not only the skin, but also all bones, flesh, and blood are discarded entirely.

Feign death to escape!

The mountain forest here has only mosquitoes, beasts, and livestock, empty of humans.

Fang Jianxing couldn’t possibly live a second life as an animal...

Human form has limitless possibilities, although Innate weak, it is the vessel for gathering postnatal essence.

Only with the chance to be human, is there a chance to rise again in the future!

After thinking it through, roll up sleeves and work hard.

Hands and feet constantly digging, the surrounding ground is somewhat moist, somewhat dry and astringent, thankfully the mirror helps discern the direction.

"Which direction is Zhongjin City?"

Fang Jianxing turned, continuing to dig south, best directly digging to the city center!

Thump thump!

Thump thump thump!!!

His chest swelled heavily, pressing and leaving him breathless.

His heart began to beat again, Fang Jianxing felt inexplicable panic.

What’s going on?

Have they caught up?!

Especially that numbness, which pierced through the soil suppressing the thunder.

Again enveloping his limbs and body, as if Luo Guanyun is conversing with him across space, telling him not to run!

Run!

Why not run?

Realizing disaster is imminent, Fang Jianxing’s form no longer restrained, instantly exploded!

Like a black drill darting through the earth, as if Shan Su of the earth-performing arts.

Ignoring the layers of thunder net clinging to his body, teeth clenching with crackling sounds, launching a final life instinct sprint towards Zhongjin!

Boom——!!!

Meng Chuan fiercely swung his fist, behind him thunderclouds clutched in his hands, thunders raging violently.

Qi strength howled, a tremendously thick thunderbolt mixed with a violent gale plunged, fiercely piercing through the earth.

The earth stretched and cracked, directly extending to Fang Jianxing’s fleeing heels, startling him into tumbling and rolling, crashing head over heels, shaken out of the soil.

Dared not turn back to perceive, just a little more!

Run!

Finally stabilizing his body, simultaneously a fierce expression appeared, suddenly biting down half his tongue!

Whoosh——

Footsteps left shadows, the mountain forest turning into fine green lines flying past his ears, Fang Jianxing’s speed was nearly doubled, vanishing into rain mist, sprinting wildly towards the outlined Zhongjin City!

Meng Chuan gazed distantly, seeing Fang Jianxing as a mass of black mist, first disappearing then reappearing further away, leaping with urgency.

Just for the duration of a breath, there’s no longer a silhouette visible, only the nauseating Qi strength lingering in place.

"I’m standing right in front of you, running for what?"

Isn’t he here looking for me?

Meng Chuan’s expression inexplicable, not understanding how Fang Jianxing could be so frightened, surely it wasn’t his punch earlier that scared him?

Gathering his thoughts, Meng Chuan’s figure swooped downward, his right hand seizing a mass of wind currents supporting his back, resembling flight or great leaps, directly chasing after.

Today Fang Jianxing must die, nowhere to run!

Sizzle——!

Thunderous clamor!!!

Lead-heavy clouds surging, rain curtain spanning fifty yards transformed into falling fierce thunder.

Keep accelerating!

Thunder ripped through the earth, around Meng Chuan everything converted into splattering plasma.

Cloud fog rolled like waves, a twenty-meter tall giant clad in gold-white thunder armor tearing surrounding void, chasing the fleeting figure!

Meanwhile, above the giant’s head, the rain ceased, yet the sky grew even more dim.

Thump thump thump——

Meng Chuan’s footsteps and clashing thunder formed a rhythm, rapidly striking the earth’s veins, extending far.

With each step landing, everything around transformed into thunder Qi strength.

Where his form reached, rain curtain was pierced, assimilated! Transformed into thunder supporting his faster gallop, cloud fog spreading across the land!

Meng Chuan’s left eye locked onto that figure, as if a line of golden light cutting through the mist, body shrouded by cloud fog, occasionally exhibiting rises and falls, like a deity pursuing earthly mischief!

"What’s that thing, did Luo Guanyun catch up?!"

Fang Jianxing ultimately couldn’t resist turning back.

With just a glance, his heart immediately plunged, nearly biting off his tongue!

No, it was already severed earlier, thus he didn’t bite it now.

Ground-hugging clouds, swooping winds, and within them, faintly discernible terrifying figures!

Thunder as if ground wires, following clouds reaching him first, earth surface overturning rising three yards high, soil turning into pieces stirred into black wind, the storm sweeping his form unsteadily, like a swallow potentially perishing in a storm!

Luo Guanyun.

Luo Guanyun!

Fang Jianxing’s eyes widened, cold sweat instantly soaking his clothes.

His nails deeply embedded in his palms, blood seeping out, enormous pressure as if about to crush his lungs, unleashing an unyielding roar from his throat!

"Ahhhh!!!"

Damn it!

Damn Meng Chuan!