The ghost messenger could use its spiritual energy only to resist Meng Xiuming's attack, which made the latter very clear that he was not the opponent of the ghost messenger, and he would definitely die if the fight continued.
He thought of flee, ignoring his face and dignity, even his beloved sword. He madly ran to the hills of Baodu Mountain. Now only one thought was lingering in his heart, that was, to escaped from the damned place.
However, the ghost messenger made a cold hum, and said with disappointment, "I thought you would have any more powerful moves. You really disappoint me. Since then, I will send you to the hell! " It flashed at Ming Xiuming with his sword, and uttered coldly, "Run? Do you think you can run off? No one in this mountain can run out of my pursuit!"
Meng Xiuming suddenly kneeled down on the ground, asking for mercy, "I've known your strength now! Please let me go this time!"
The ghost messenger shook its head, "I can't let you go. And it's useless to beg for mercy, which will only make me look down on you more! Everyone who steps into the mountain without the ghost emperor's permission must die! That's the rule of the mountain. I should execute it."
While the ghost messenger was in the speech, Meng Xiuming suddenly burst up, and leaned toward the ghost messenger with a dagger in his hand, intending to kill the ghost messenger with his last spiritual energy.
However, the ghost messenger seemed to have already seen through his intention, and grabbed his dagger sneering smilingly, then stabbed the sword into Meng Xiuming's heart without any hesitation.
It voiced aloof, "Such skunks like you don't deserve the chance to be ghosts!" In the next moment, a lot of black gas was released from its body, surrounding Meng Xiuming. Then, his soul made a scream, and was completely absorbed by the ghost messenger.
After that, the ghost messenger seemed to gain the memory of Meng Xiuming. It casted a look at where Zhang Yan disappeared, he revealed a smile, "I didn't expect there to be such an interesting person! Let me see where you go."
It looked around, and then frowned, "Weird! Why their breaths has disappeared? How is this possible? How can someone hide his breaths in the Baodu Mountain? But since you guys come here, your aim must be that place." It disappeared in a flash.
At this time, Zhang Yan and Meng Yao were rushing toward the halfway up the Baodu Mountain under the cover of the energy of the Purifying Lotus. While running, Zhang Yan sighed, "Fortunately, Meng Xiuming helped us to block the ghost messenger, otherwise we can't get here."
Arriving at the halfway, Zhang Yan began to search out for the pool that the lotus mentioned. However, he failed to find it for a long time. Thus, anxieties overwhelmed him, after all, the ghost messenger's strong breaths were approaching them.
But suddenly, Meng Yao pointed at an old tree and said, "Is it the pool behind the tree?"
Zhang Yan looked carefully, and did discover a very inconspicuous small pool in the back of that ancient tree. This pool was only less than ten meters in circumference, surrounded by dense grass, so that Zhang Yan did not find it for a time. Then, he inquired the lotus, "Is this pool you said?"
The lotus replied, "It should be. I have not been here for so many years, and the surrounding area has changed a lot. But there should be only this one pool in the Baodu Mountain, so it must be right here."
Zhang Yan immediately walked toward the pool, but at this time, a cold voice sounded behind him, which disappointed him.
"Got you!"