Saint Sovereign of Nine Heavens

2The sky had already brightened. Chen Yu stood up and rushed towards the depths of the ancient battlefield.     3

    

Along the way, they continued to encounter some warriors, but Chen Yu avoided them all.    

    

He didn't go out of his way to search for the Death Soul Grass, but Chen Yu would definitely harvest it if he met one.    

    

The ancient battlefield was indeed huge. Including today, Chen Yu had already been on the road for three days, yet he still hadn't reached the ghost swamp.    

    

The closer they got to the center zone, the denser the Yin Qi became. Even if Chen Yu activated his Bloodfire Eye Technique, he could only see about twenty-five, sixteen meters ahead.    

    

All of a sudden, Chen Yu heard a series of wails and cries accompanied by panic.    

    

Chen Yu stopped, and looked ahead with rapt attention, only to see seven to eight figures with wings on their backs, rushing over while displaying Wing Flying Technique at full speed. Most of them were at the late stage of the Heavenly Astral Stage, and each of their faces were filled with extreme fear.    

    

Behind these people were many shadows, moving as fast as the wind, closely following them. The whimpering sounds came from those shadows.    

    

"So many Shadowfiends?" Chen Yu was surprised and his eyes were burning with a bloody light. He looked carefully and saw that the shadows were very large. There were at least a dozen of them.    

    

Beside many Death Soul Grass s, there would usually be Shadow Devils, but they were all just one, who would have thought that there would be more than ten of them in one go.    

    

A group of martial artists at the front madly ran, and the last person was slightly slower. He was chased by a shadow, and the shadow broke through the pair of qi wings on his back, instantly disappearing into thin air. That person's speed was suddenly slowed down, and was caught up by the shadow.    

    

"Ah!" That person cried out, his voice trembling as his steps became unsteady.    

    

"Shi Yun!"    

    

"Shi Yun, run!"    

    

"Ignore him, hurry up and run!"    

    

The others frequently turned their heads and saw the shadow chasing after the martial practitioner called Shi Yun. Their faces were filled with grief.    

    

After staggering for a few steps, Shi Yun's speed became slower and slower, and a few other shadows caught up to him, engulfing him. Chen Yu looked at him with his Bloodfire Eye Technique and saw that Shi Yun's face had become blurry.    

    

Finally, after running another three steps, Shi Yun fell head first onto the ground. All of the remaining shadows swarmed around him. The one called Ah Hu fell into darkness, only leaving behind cries of despair and terror.    

    

"Shi Yun!" Someone suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at the huge shadow. Tears flowed from his eyes.    

    

"We can't save him. Run, don't stay!"    

    

"If you don't want to die, then hurry up and leave! We can't all die here!"    

    

"…"    

    

A few warriors who were relatively calm dragged those who stopped and ran towards Chen Yu.    

    

"Young man, run!" Someone saw Chen Yu, who was standing still, and warned him loudly.    

    

Chen Yu was still sizing up the shadows. Just by looking at them with his naked eye, he could see that the Yin energy in these shadows was strong, far stronger than the Shadow Devil he had met a few days ago.    

    

Chen Yu walked towards that direction.    

    

The escaping martial artists were all stunned. One of them continued to warn, "Don't go throw away your life!"    

    

"Brat, the Baleful Yin Force of the Shadow Devil will freeze you to death!"    

    

"Ignore the outsiders and leave quickly!"    

    

At this time, the shadow formed by the ten shadows suddenly split apart and flew in the direction everyone was running towards.    

    

The shadow spread out, revealing Shi Yun's body. His body was shriveled up and his face was in tatters, as if he had been lying in the wilderness for a long time and did not seem like a person who had just died.    

    

The martial artists that ran away looked back, looking at Chen Yu as if he was a dead man.    

    

In the blink of an eye, a dozen shadows appeared in front of Chen Yu.    

    

Chen Yu raised his hand and the Flamingo flew out.    

    

The flames suddenly rose up and scattered towards the shadows.    

    

The droning sounds grew more urgent, like the whistling of the wind. It was as if the shadows had encountered their natural enemy, and were filled with dread. Suddenly, they scattered and shot off into the distance.    

    

However, one of the two shadows escaped a little slower, and was struck by the Flamingo, shattering the shadow. Like a drop of water that fell into a furnace, it transformed into a strand of pure Yin Qi.    

    

The Flamingo flapped its wings and flew quickly, catching up to a shadow twenty meters away. With a flap of its wings, it caused the shadow to turn into yin aura, and then burned it away.    

    

The remaining shadows fled at high speed, all of them disappearing into the distance.    

    

Chen Yu felt that these Yin Demon should have a simple intelligence and should not be dead.    

    

Summoning the Flamingo, Chen Yu walked towards Shi Yun's corpse and looked at it.    

    

The corpses looked like they had been dead for a long time. Their clothes were already tattered, and their flesh and blood had caved in. It was similar to the warriors who had their blood sucked up by the Spirit Connecting Vine.    

    

There were footsteps, but Chen Yu didn't turn around.    

    

The footsteps stopped a few feet behind Chen Yu, it was obvious that he did not dare to approach.    

    

"Thank you, senior, for saving my life!" After a while, a voice rang out.    

    

Chen Yu turned his head to look and saw a middle-aged woman at the peak of the Heavenly Astral Stage standing there. As for the others, they were over twenty meters away, obviously afraid of Chen Yu's strength and didn't dare to come close.    

    

Being called a senior by someone who was a lot older than him, Chen Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. However, he was too lazy to correct him: "Are there a lot of those Shadow Devil's in front?"    

    

The middle-aged woman revealed a face of fear and said: "A lot, senior's cultivation is very high and has the Fire Spiritual Soul, please be careful, may I know senior's name?"    

    

Chen Yu did not answer, but asked: "How did you meet them? Don't you know to be careful? "    

    

"They should have come from the Yin Demon Swamp, they came all of a sudden, we couldn't defend in time and even my big brother died to protect us, he is a warrior from the Spirit Accumulation Stage!" The middle-aged woman revealed a sorrowful expression and said.    

    

Chen Yu heard this and said, "Be careful!"    

    

After saying that, Chen Yu used his movement technique and rushed forward, leaving the woman looking at Chen Yu's back with a look of respect and gratitude.    

    

Chen Yu walked forward. Not long later, he saw another group of people rushing over.    

    

There were more than ten people in this group. Compared to the earlier group of middle-aged women, they were not in a sorry state.    

    

The person in the lead was an old man in his fifties who had a cultivation base at the second and third level of the Spirit Accumulation Stage. His face was thin but carried a sense of majesty, and he should be an elder of a big family.    

    

"Thank you for the reminder, I got it!" Chen Yu only smiled and replied.    

    

The old man saw that Chen Yu didn't seem to care and shook his head. Then, he led his clansmen away in a hurry. Before he left, Chen Yu could hear the words of someone who didn't listen to the old man and was at a disadvantage.    

    

Without stopping, Chen Yu continued to move forward and very soon, he encountered some teams of warriors who were trying to escape. Some of the teams reminded Chen Yu, while some ignored Chen Yu. Some warriors looked at Chen Yu who was moving forward with a face of schadenfreude.    

    

Finally, Chen Yu didn't meet any martial artists that continued to run away. At the same time, a bunch of whimpering sounds came from the front.    

    

The whimpering sound was getting closer and closer. Suddenly, a large shadow appeared in Chen Yu's line of sight.    

    

The moment the black shadow appeared in Chen Yu's line of sight, it whizzed towards Chen Yu as if it had found its prey.    

    

Chen Yu seemed to turn a blind eye to this as he continued walking forward.    

    

Soon, the shadow engulfed Chen Yu and a cold feeling came from the surface of his body. Baleful Yin Force drilled into Chen Yu's pores, wanting to destroy his flesh and organs.    

    

This yin fiend energy was indeed very strong, ordinary warriors would not be able to resist it. Moreover, if there was no special method to chase away the Yin Demon, no matter how strong their Qi was, they would still be worn down and die in the end.    

    

Furthermore, after being engulfed by the shadow, the cries of Yin Demon could not help but sound out, causing one to feel bored. If one's mind wasn't firm, they might be driven mad by this sound.    

    

"It's already like this before even reaching the swamp, isn't it even more dangerous after passing through the core area of the swamp?" Chen Yu pondered. "Could it be that only top disciples like Pei Aolai and Yao Yaoh can pass through the swamp?"    

    

Shaking his head, Chen Yu was too lazy to think anymore. He activated the fire Spirit Vortex and it released fire Spiritual Dipper's Qi which rushed to the surface of his body and turned into a fire Body Protecting Astral Qi.    

    

The moment the fire Spiritual Dipper was released, the Baleful Yin Force that had invaded Chen Yu's body was immediately dispelled. The shadow that was wrapped around Chen Yu flew up like a startled bird and immediately dispersed, not daring to attack Chen Yu.    

    

Chen Yu ignored him and continued to walk forward.    

    

Those Shadow Devil didn't completely disperse, they just floated in the distance and followed Chen Yu. It seemed that they were very unwilling to part with him.    

    

Just when Chen Yu was about to reach the Yin Demon Swamp, a group of five warriors walked out of Wang Daoquan's residence in the Waiyin Town.    

    

"I never thought that Polar Extreme Peak Chen Yu would really come to the ancient battlefield. Both the sect elders and the sect elders have misjudged his whereabouts!" A middle-aged man who was wearing a robe made from Ruling Spirit Sect and had a calm expression and extraordinary bearing said: "Junior Brother Xue, we have to report this news to the elders and the real person!"    

    

The martial artist called Junior Apprentice Brother Xue was a lot younger. He was thirty-three or fourteen years old, had a slender stature, sharp eyebrows, and sharp eyes. He nodded and said, "Since we have confirmed that that little bastard Chen is indeed in the ancient battlefield, we will directly kill him.    

    

These two people were the leaders of Dragon Head Peak disciples. Lin Xiuming and Xue Kun, who were sent to the ancient battlefield with their teams, both of them had Ninth Layer of the Spirit Accumulation Stage cultivation and were extremely strong.    

    

Hearing Xue Kun's words, Lin Xiuming frowned. "We cannot be careless in this matter. Junior Xue, have you forgotten how Master Yi died?"    

    

"Martial Uncle Yi was killed by a scumbag surnamed Chen using shady means, and he might have even colluded with an outsider. Senior Brother Lin is too cautious!" Xue Kun was obviously dissatisfied with Lin Xiuming's overly cautious attitude and said coldly, "Although the real person gave us a communication tool, only the real person could send a message to us. We are unable to send a message to him. It will take about a month to return from the ancient battlefield to the sect. By the time the news is sent back to the sect, maybe that Chen fellow has already left the ancient battlefield, so where can we go to look for him? "    

    

"Even so, we have to return it to the sect!" Lin Xiuming was a bit hesitant. Although he didn't agree with taking too many risks, he had to admit that Xue Kun's words were reasonable. After hesitating for a while, he said, "We have to let our junior brother go back."    

    

Xue Kun harrumphed, "There is no point in doing so. However, since Senior Brother Lin is insisting, then Junior Brother Zhao can go back for a trip. "Senior Brother Lin, the ancient battlefield is very big, let's split up. Junior Hu, you come with me, let's go!"    

    

With that, Xue Kun immediately launched his movement technique and dashed towards the ancient battlefield. Junior Hu, who was called out by him, helplessly looked at Lin Xiuming, then turned around and followed behind Xue Kun.    

    

Lin Xiuming could only smile wryly, but he did not stop Xue Kun. Although he was senior brother, in terms of strength and potential, he was inferior to Xue Kun.    

    

Amongst the Dragon Head Peak disciples, Xue Kun had the highest chance of advancing into the Profound Dark Stage. Just by this point, even Lin Xiuming was unable to suppress Xue Wei.