Every time Zhang Xuan walked a place, he would make a mark on the wall.

Time passes little by little.

“Six thousand three hundred and twenty-seven.”

Zhang Xuan counted the numbers silently in his mind and calculated the time.

Relying on his strong sense of direction, Zhang Xuan was sure that he was about to pass through the entire mountain.

Now everyone is in the penalty area, Zhang Xuan does not intend to continue to hang out with them, just go his own way. As for turning against each other, Zhang Xuan still can't do it.

After all, these saints and saints are all beautiful sons from major holy places. Their strength is not as simple as they appear on the surface. Everyone has ulterior motives and cannot show their true strength unless they have to. Don’t look at the Nine Palaces Holy Son who is going to kill someone, in fact, he never thought of taking action with all his strength.

And most importantly, Zhang Xuan knew that there was a holy land that sent people to the ancestor land. Zhang Xuan didn’t know which holy land it was. There might be a shadow of the Jie Sect here, and this risk was absolutely impossible to take.

You can disappear, but you must not turn against each other.

Zhang Xuan continued to explore the way forward.

And at this moment, the entire mountain suddenly shaking violently.

Zhang Xuan looked up and saw cracks appearing on the stone wall on the top. The cracks spread out instantly and spread everywhere! “Gratio is coming!”

Zhang Xuan took a deep breath and he accelerated to find an exit.

In the huge space of the mountain, the people in the holy land were still resting, and some people could not even bear the fatigue and fell asleep. However, at this moment, the sudden change and violent shaking made everyone panic.

"I'm going to step here!"

"What a strong gravity!"

"Run!"

Sudden screams sounded.

Everyone ran in an instant, but the inside of the mountain was dark and the visibility was too low, so they could not find the right path.

"This is death..." A disciple shouted, but before he finished speaking, he was smashed over by a huge rock.

Someone cut out the spiritual energy and wanted to crush the huge stone, but found that the stone was extremely hard, and the spiritual energy could only leave a shallow trace on it.

"Don't use spiritual energy!"

The emergence of spiritual energy made the world shake even more violently.

The Saint Son of Yuxu held a compass in his hand, and his eyes were not looking at the way. At this time, what he believed most was the compass in his hand. This was a treasure from the Yuxu Holy Land, which was specially brought to him for life.

"Follow me!"

The Saint Son of Yuxu held a compass and kept moving through the darkness. Many of the detours Zhang Xuan took before were avoided by the Saint Son of Yuxu.

"Hurry and hurry!"

The huge rock fell from above the head, and everyone dodged it, all monks, and they were extremely fast.

At a corner, the Delicate Saint suddenly saw a shallow trace on the wall.

"quick!"

The Holy Son of Yuxu roared.

At this time, Zhang Xuan had found the exit and could hear the gurgling stream. As Zhang Xuan expected, there was a vast dense forest on the other side of the mountain.

As soon as Zhang Xuan arrived at the exit, he heard the dense footsteps behind him.

Zhang Xuan turned around and saw that the Saint Yuxu held a compass and rushed over quickly.

"Tsk, this compass is really a good thing."

Zhang Xuan stared at the compass and then howled, "Help! Help me quickly, the mountain is about to collapse!"

Zhang Xuan said as he ran outside the mountain.

"Ha, this person's life is really good enough."
Chapter completed!