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"I have a chasing spell, but it requires a medium."

Pan Boyuan hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

Chen Nianzhi showed a bit of joy and asked directly: "I wonder what medium is needed?"

"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult."

Pan Boyuan shook his head and said bluntly: "This technique is called the Soul Chasing Technique of Resentment. You need to find a monk who has a deep hatred for the other party."

"The greater the grudge between the two parties and the higher the cultivation level of the monk found, the stronger the induction will be."

"Resentful Soul Chasing Technique?"

Chen Nianzhi's eyes brightened slightly. He and Wei Chongyang had a son-killing feud, and Wei Chongyang killed more than half of the monks in the Chen family.

Such hatred is almost as big as the one who killed his parents, and his cultivation is as high as the Zifu realm, so he is the most suitable recipient to perform this technique.

Thinking of this, he looked at Pan Boyuan and said, "Just do the magic on me."

Several people showed a little surprise, and then they realized that Chen Nianzhi and Wei Chongyang had a huge hatred.

Taking advantage of the fact that Wei Chongyang had only been away for three hours and the distance was not too far away, Pan Boyuan quickly used the Resentment Soul Chasing Technique on Chen Nianzhi.

As this spell was cast, Chen Nianzhi felt a malicious force appear in the northeast, about 13,000 miles away from him.

With this hidden resentment, he quickly sensed Wei Chongyang's location.

Seeing that the technique was successful, Pan Boyuan said: "I don't have enough magic power. This technique can only last for three days, and it can only sense a distance of 30,000 miles. If you sense something, you must act quickly."

"Qiang——"

Before he could finish his words, Chen Nianzhi raised his sword and ascended to the sky, then disappeared at the end of the world in the blink of an eye.

With Chen Nianzhi's cultivation comparable to that of the late Zifu, coupled with the third-level high-grade natal immortal sword, he could fly 100,000 miles in one day, so it would not be difficult to catch up with Wei Chongyang.

Chen Nianzhi chased him for most of the day, tens of thousands of miles away, and finally felt that the unseen malice was getting closer and closer.

"It's within a thousand miles."

His eyes were slightly cold, and the light of the Lihuo Guixu Sword under his feet rose sharply, and he flew over like chasing the stars and the moon.

At his current speed, a thousand miles could only be covered by a stick of incense. It didn't take long for him to see Wei Chongyang in front of him, who was running for his life with his sword.

"not good."

Wei Chongyang was riding the flying sword and preparing to escape when he suddenly saw a blue stream of light flying over from the sky behind him.

When he saw that the person was Chen Nianzhi, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly took a sip of his life essence and blood, and used his escape magic to escape.

This escape magic power, blessed by his life essence and blood, instantly made Wei Chongyang speed up several times, and actually temporarily threw Chen Nianzhi away.

However, the speed of the third-level high-grade natal immortal sword was far faster than that of Wei Chongyang. Although he temporarily got rid of Chen Nianzhi, he could not get rid of the Resentment Soul Chasing Technique, and was caught up by Chen Nianzhi only a moment later.

In desperation, he could only activate his natal essence and blood again to control his magical power and escape. He lost several mouthfuls of his natal essence and blood in pursuit and escape, but unfortunately, he was always chased by Chen Nianzhi.

"This can't go on like this."

After being chased by Chen Nianzhi again, a trace of madness flashed in Wei Chongyang's eyes.

After spending several mouthfuls of blood, he still couldn't get rid of Chen Nianzhi. If he continued like this, he might have exhausted all his fighting power before the battle even started.

With a bit of cruelty, Wei Chongyang stopped with his sword in mid-air, took out his magic weapon, the Biluo Tianxin Sword, and slashed at Chen Nianzhi.

This Biluo Tianxin Sword is the famous fairy sword of Qingyang Sect. Its power is only half weaker than Taibai Duanchen Sword, but not weaker than Thunderbolt Fiery Sword.

This sword was good at facing the wind, and in an instant it turned into a green sword dozens of feet long and struck directly at Chen Nianzhi.

Seeing the sword coming, Chen Nianzhi activated the Binghuo Divine Thunder to explode. He only heard a loud noise, and the light from the Biluo Tianxin Sword fell dimly.

"So strong."

Seeing that his own magic weapon was severely damaged with one blow, Wei Chongyang took a breath of cold air.

Before he could make another move, Chen Nianzhi didn't want to delay, so he used the Tianhe Renshui Sword to turn into a bright sword and slashed at him.

Wei Chongyang had this in his mind and quickly took out the means to suppress the situation at the bottom of the box, sacrificing the third-level high-grade magic weapon 'Tianlong Slash'.

I saw the Heavenly Dragon Slash bursting with bright golden light and slashing at Chen Nianzhi, but Chen Nianzhi activated the Lihuo Guixu Sword and blocked the Heavenly Dragon Slash with a clang.

The fight only lasted less than ten moves. Chen Nianzhi urged Tianli's swords to fight with his opponent, and the battle was as smooth and smooth as clouds and water.

The Zifu monks could fly dozens of miles with one breath. The two sides fought and fled in the sky for only a hundred miles. Chen Nianzhi split Wei Chongyang's protective magical power with a sword and cut the beast into two halves.

When Wei Chongyang fell to the ground, the Zifu monk's vitality was so strong that even if half of his body was cut off by a sword, he still had half of his breath left.

Knowing that he had no chance of survival, Wei Chongyang simply let go.

He looked at Chen Nianzhi and said with a arrogant expression: "Don't be too proud. Even if you kill me today, you won't be able to save the dead people in your Chen family."

"Do you know how your father, Chen Qingming, and your mother died?"

"Hahaha, I will never tell you!"

Chen Nianzhi landed on the ground and looked at Wei Chongyang with an indifferent expression, his eyes as calm as water.

He was not as eager as Wei Chongyang imagined, but said calmly: "I know."

"How is that possible?" Wei Chongyang said in disbelief, with a face full of surprise: "You were only three years old at the time, how could you remember?"

Chen Nianzhi's expression did not change, he just said calmly: "Wei Mingyuan was killed by me."

"you--"

After hearing his words, Wei Chongyang realized that the person who killed his son was actually the person in front of him, and he was so angry that he spurted a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Before he died, Wei Chongyang cursed, with a hint of madness in his eyes.

"You are too murderous... you will be punished by God!"

"I curse you...to die a good death..."

Wei Chongyang was still dead. Chen Nianzhi looked at Wei Chongyang's bones with a cold look in his eyes.

Unlike ordinary people, he was born with Su Hui and remembered many past events since he was a child.

In my memory, my parents were both disciples of the Qingyang Sect. My father, Chen Qingming, had the two spiritual roots of water and fire, while my mother's talent was the ordinary three spiritual roots.

When his mother gave birth to him, she was nourished by the innate Hongmeng Purple Qi, and she unexpectedly awakened a certain Taoist body at some point.

Very few people knew about this, until one day a golden elixir monk surnamed Qin came to Tianluzhou and actually wanted to drain his mother's blood to refine a furnace of elixirs.

At that time, the man still wanted to eradicate the root cause, but the act of extracting human blood to make elixirs was almost demonic and was not tolerated by the righteousness of the world.

In the end, a certain expert was alarmed. Now I think it was probably that person who attracted the attention of Ji's Immortal Clan. In the end, he could only take away his mother's blood and left in a hurry.