At dawn.

Just as Zuo Qiufeng and his family arrived in Fengyoucheng, the northern part of Fengyoucheng, and at the same time, they were left in a barren mountain in Guzhou, the clouds were clear and the sun was bright.

Morning light penetrates the dark clouds and sprinkles dazzling light.

The sunlight is like paving avenue of sunshine. This is light and hope. I just don’t know if I need to make Dagu into soup, so I’ll make a show.

In the East, the road to heaven is composed of morning light.

"There is a chance!"

Dongfang Shuo was bathed in light, had such intuition, and turned around and continued to run northwards, not in a circle, but just struggling.

Behind him were two men in black.

"This kid is a loach? So slippery!"

"No, it should be a mouse. I didn't see that I could always walk away from under your feet inadvertently like a big black mouse!"

The two men in black who had been trapped in circles all night were completely wiped out.

However, seeing Dongfang Shuo give up the best concealment and run away openly, the two men in black showed sneering expressions: "Are you finally trying to get out of here? Come on!"

There is no need to circle around. At the purest speed, the two men in black patted their faces against the tree branches. The only thing they thought about now was to chop the loach into eight pieces.

With the speed of transformation from two men in black, it is only a matter of time before Zuo Qiufeng can catch up with him.

It is obvious that the distance of the pursuit is closer at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's soon, it's soon, hold on for a while!"

Dongfang Shuo was about to get into the crown and ran away. He had such a premonition. He just ran forward and didn't care whether he was still too late to be caught up.

He had only one thought.

That is to escape from the pursuit, survive, and then go back to see your wife and children alive. This is the only pure land of the soul that arises from the sufferings encountered at the moment of rising.

Just think of if he dies, Liu Yurou's remaining children will lose his father.

These days, not only is the villain a high-risk profession that is easy to contract grasslands...

...Whoever says the protagonist is not.

At this time, Dongfang Shuo was the original copy of Zuo Qiufeng. When he thought of his son calling others a father after he was born, the motivation to survive would rise in a geometric multiple.

"Damn, did that guy get a big shot??"

The two men in black stared at Dongfang Shuo who had been crazy and suddenly ran fast, and opened the distance again, cursing.

.........

On the other side.

Following the three people's pursuit, their eyes heading north, and they could see a large number of monks who were not like those who could be raised in the ancient states who were left behind, coming towards the northern deserted mountains.

It can be seen that these people are divided into three groups of people in terms of clothing.

A team of people were wearing white robes, with auspicious clouds and beautiful weapons in hand. Under the leadership of a young man with a slightly vicissitudes of vision, their momentum vaguely suppressed one of the other two forces.

"Haha, this time the secret realm is led by our Senior Brother Qianyuan. Senior Brother Qianyuan has merged three external incarnations and has entered a half-step fusion, just like the Taoist merging realm to form the merging realm. What are the other two sects fighting with our Jueyun Immortal Sect!"

A disciple of Jueyun Immortal Sect swept over the two sides with a sarcastic look.

"Hey, junior brother, although there is a dispute over the great way, there must be peace. Although there is a struggle, there must be a kindness. Fighting and killing will eventually lose the style of a major demeanor and will touch the master's darkness..."

The Holy Son of Qianyuan was rushing to the road and was still like an elder, Dundun taught his junior brothers.

"Forehead!"

The educated disciple of Jueyunxian Sect twitched his mouth, and he felt that his feet were stinky and long.

"Haha, I've been educated. I heard that the Holy Son of Qianyuan is obsessed with seclusion and practiced in seclusion for several years. He is almost as old as the elders in some sects. He is even older than our senior brothers in the Heavenly Palace. So what if he merges half a step!"

Someone in the team wearing black magic patterns laughed.

The head of the leader, the black hair, red and red eyes, showed his evil intentions, raised his head proudly, showing his arrogance and domineering spirit as the Demon Sect.

"What a domineering thing? Who doesn't know that the lord of the Beitianming Sect, the father of the Beitian Ming Sect, is thinking about the palace master of the Taishang Qing Palace every day, like an old licking dog!"

The people of Jueyun Immortal Sect who hurt each other in this regard are the same as the old sect leader.

"You must not speak nonsense. Although this is the fact, it is not easy to discuss the lord of the sect and the saint of the Heavenly Palace. I will give you a good match!"

The Holy Son of Qianyuan taught his junior brother a lesson and clasped his fists to the North Heaven Palace.

"Crack!"

Bei Tianming had a dark face and almost bit his teeth: "Can you say a thick-eyed, big-eyed person? What does 'this is the fact'? There is no need to say this..."

"...This is just a dark man!"

"puff!"

The disciples of Jueyun Fairy Sect held their anger and made them not laugh, but the disciples of Beitian Mingmen were so annoyed when they looked at them with laughter.

Although what they are talking about is the fact, the sect leader of his family is like an old dog licking dog, making these disciples look dull.

"We have a lot of people, so we beat them up!"

But the Demon Sect is the Demon Sect, which is moody and has a bad temper, and is so terrified that you have to take action.

"Su Jing, you will have the opportunity to take action when you enter the secret realm!"

Bei Tianming suppressed the anger of the disciples in the sect and scolded: "Han Qianyuan, don't think that you are so old. Although you have entered a half-step fusion, I have also transformed into the gods and merged with the two outer bodies, and have also found the opportunity to reunite. How to see how you end up!"

After letting go of harsh words, the people from Beitianming Gate were all focused on rushing.

"Ha ha!"

Han Qianyuan smiled and said, "Junior!"

"cough!"

The Beitian Palace flying in front of him only felt a little stuffy in his chest. He staggered and almost fell from the sky. He heard the soft 'Junior', and it was okay to suppress him with age. He said confidently: "This thick-browed and big-eyed person is definitely a dark man and hasn't run away!"

"Puff haha!"

Seeing this scene, the disciples of Jueyun Fairy Sect secretly laughed and said, "Senior Brother Qianyuan has all obtained the true teachings of the sect leader, and he inherited the skills of this black man!"

"But the three new senior brothers of my Jueyun Fairy Sect seem to have left. Since then, there has been no haunted legend on the mountain near the Sect Master Peak!"

"By the way, the sect leader didn't raise three ghosts, right?"

The disciples in Jueyun Immortal Sect talked about it: "But it has to be admitted that in just half a year, they have broken through the transformation of God. Even if they start practicing from the Nascent Soul, it is too shocking. And the strange phenomenon of Yan Jun is really terrifying!"

"But it's true that there is a great possibility of ghosts. Yan Jun is rich in ghost energy. I doubt whether Yan Jun is alive and cannot judge people. He just cares about the spirit beasts on the Spirit Beast Peak all day long. He grabs a spirit bird and old hen that lays eggs and clamps his butt every day, and hens can't eat a spirit egg!"

"Yes, yes, those spirit beasts are so haggard every day. The disciples of the Beast-Driving Peak sleep every day, for fear that their precious spirit beasts will have fewer legs when they wake up!"

"I think he is afraid that he will have fewer legs and sacrifice the legs of his spirit beast to Yan Jun!"

Everyone looked at a male disciple riding on the Xuanyun Bird intentionally or unintentionally, and his eyes were almost pointing at his nose to say who it was.

Disciple of Beast-Driving Peak: "Wo said!"

Wo Yu, a core disciple of Fengyun Sect, felt a sense of emotion: "Who calls me!"

Far from the north, Fengyoucheng, the three fools of Xiong, who followed the boss to the city lord's mansion, sneeze one after another, glanced at each other, and thought to himself: "Is someone missing us?"

"Speaking of this, it turns out that the spirit beasts on the Spirit Beast Peak taste the best!"

“Suck!”
Chapter completed!