Hundreds of miles away, U-shaped valley.

Under the vast moonlight, several figures flew on swords and crossed the sky, feeling like they were floating and ecstatic. However, the small coffin on their backs was really a bit disgusting.

Looking at the direction of these people, they were heading straight for Yinquan Cave.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In the long dark night, several people seemed to be guided and fell directly to the entrance of the cave.

A figure walked out of the cave. It was the black-bearded old man - the thin middle-aged man Long's master.

"Hahaha, Senior Brother Zhou personally led all the junior brothers over, now I can finally feel relieved." The old man with black beard clasped his fists and smiled at a man next to him who looked a few years younger than him and had a slightly obese figure.

"Haha, Junior Brother Zhang is here quickly!" "Senior Brother Zhou" said with a sarcastic smile.

In the Corpse Refining Sect, strength is the most respected. The peers do not take pictures based on age and entry-level shooting, but rather on the basis of strength. Those with high strength are senior brothers; those with poor strength are junior brothers. Everything is so naked, naked, and naked.

"Where! Where! When I received the order from the sect, I was just around the corner, so I was only one step ahead."

The old man with black beard said, and began to tell Senior Brother Zhou and others about the situation after coming here.

"Oh, so, Wang Yao and his friends discovered Yinquan. They had made great contributions, but they died tragically. If Nephew Shilong could catch the murderer back, it would be a great achievement for me." Senior Brother Zhou said, touching his fat chin.

"Working for the master is an honor for the bad disciples. I dare not seek merit in my duties."

Several people were polite again.

Senior Brother Zhou pointed to the entrance of the cave and said:

"Then let's go and see this Yinquan! I just don't know which one is better than the one from my sect!"

The old man with black beard said in his heart, "You are calm, but on the surface you are extremely polite and leading the way forward."

As soon as he reached the entrance of the cave, suddenly, the face of the black-bearded old man changed, and he reached out to take out a jade slip from his arms.

The color on the jade slip gradually dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye. With a "crack" sound, it was completely broken.

"Hmm? Could it be the nephew Shilong?" Senior Brother Zhou and others stopped and asked when they saw this scene.

"It's the bad guy! The man's death card is broken! It seems that something happened to him." The black-bearded old man looked a little ugly.

After all, although the corpse refining sects do not value friendship, there is still some help between masters and apprentices. After finally raising such an apprentice, you can advance to the Foundation Establishment Stage and officially become your arm aid in the sect. Now that you suddenly die, no one will be happy.

"There are senior brothers and some of them in Yinquan here, so they will definitely be safe. The junior brother wants to go there now and see who is the sacred place, and they will slaughter my disciples from the Corpse Refining Sect again and again. Please allow Senior Brother Zhou." The old man in black beard bowed.

After a moment of hesitation, Brother Zhou nodded and said:

"Okay! If you don't get revenge, it's not my style of the Corpse Refining Sect. If you don't know the strength of the thief, it's probably inappropriate for your junior brother to go alone. That's it, Junior Brother Liu Gu, you can go with you together!"

An old man next to him showed a very reluctant expression on his face like a dead tree bark, but he did not dare to disobey the orders of "Senior Brother Zhou", so he could only nod.

It’s right to think about it. Yinquan is right in front of you. As a group that arrived first, they would be transferred without even the opportunity to get some benefits. Where can I be content?

Of course, Senior Brother Zhou also understands this truth.

However, Liu Gu's life span was over ten years, but he was still stuck in the middle of the foundation-building period and had no chance to make progress in his life. Therefore, Senior Brother Zhou did not have to take care of his feelings at all.

"Xie Zhou! Then it's a blessing for Junior Brother Liu!"

The matter was urgent and he was not very polite. The two of them were heading towards the West with their swords.

...

Besides, Zhang Yang, after killing the thin middle-aged man, he swept the spoils and did not dare to stay for a moment, and escaped towards the West as fast as possible.

After escaping for more than fifty miles, he stopped under a big tree. He only felt that his blood was still burning, but he had already shown signs of calming down.

Once the effectiveness of the red pill is over, what will be waiting for you? Weakness? Or even more terrifying situations?

Zhang Yang doesn’t know!

He only knew that his current situation was unprecedentedly dangerous.

Zhang Yang is the kind of person who is more stressed and motivated. In this case, his mind is unprecedentedly clear.

This is far from a safe area, but first of all, he has to figure out that he has escaped six or seven hundred miles away after leaving the U-shaped valley. How did the enemy come to him?

If you can't figure out this problem, no matter how far you run, the people in the Corpse Refining Sect will continue to come to you endlessly, one is stronger than the other until you kill yourself.

The greatest possibility is that the items Zhang Yang got from the disciple of the Corpse Refining Sect had marked on them, and the thin middle-aged man was followed through this.

But, which one of the many spoils is wrong? The bag of objects? The blood coffin? Or something else?

If you can't find a solution in a short time, you can't say it, so Zhang Yang had to throw away all the occupied forest products. After all, life is the most important thing.

But, that would be a pity.

Moreover, there is a very small opportunity, that is, someone has marked it on themselves. However, Zhang Yang thought it was almost impossible.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and when the thin middle-aged man just found himself, he was holding a spiritual plate in his hand, which seemed to be used to locate the direction; and the moment he put away the blood coffin, the spiritual plate lost its function, and the thin middle-aged man rushed over immediately.

Zhang Yang thought of this and immediately took out a blood coffin and threw it more than ten meters away.

Then take out the spiritual plate.

Sure enough, the spirit plate just happened to be the direction of the blood coffin.

When he put the blood coffin into the bag and placed it more than ten meters away, he found that the pointer of the spiritual plate was spinning back and forth, unable to find the right direction.

Only after understanding this principle and solving the problem can Zhang Yang feel relieved.

There is no time to study the principle of the spiritual disk now. I put away everything, looked at the direction, and added another divine talisman to continue escaping.

This time he escaped, he did not stop at all.

I climbed over hills, crossed over jungles, and even waded through rivers in the shallows several times.

Escape!

Escape!

The blessings of the divine talismans, time passes by little by little...

Zhang Yang didn't know if he could escape the tracking talisman after running so far, so he didn't dare to stop at all.

Zhang Yang clearly felt that the effectiveness of the red pill was gradually fading away, and what followed was bursts of exhaustion.

This is real exhaustion.

Since being reborn as a zombie, Zhang Yang has felt the comfort of nourishing the light of the moon, the pleasure of sucking essence and blood, and the pain from the depths of the soul that is shining by the sun...

He only hasn't enjoyed the feeling of fatigue.

The powerful body of a zombie should be a tireless perpetual motion machine.

But now, Zhang Yang felt a burst of fatigue, as if he was about to lose weight.

He knew that this was because all the cells in his body were broken under the power of the red pill, which means that the injuries he suffered were hurting every cell.

What made Zhang Yang even more sad was that he felt that the two qi seas in his abdomen and chest were all broken. The two cyclones that he had practiced for more than a year had long dissipated, and I don’t know if they could recover...

Another divine talisman was played, and Zhang Yang's speed was only slightly improved.

Now his speed is extremely slow.

Zhang Yang knew that at this speed, even if he fled at no cost, he might not be able to escape far.

Instead of doing this, it is better to find a safe and yin-condensing place to hide, and avoid being invaded by wild animals, so as to avoid being exposed to the sun when the sun rises.

As for whether the people from the Corpse Refining Sect will find this place, they can only leave it to fate.

Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!

Amid the sound of water, Zhang Yang jumped in the shallows of the river. He believed that walking more water is a good way to avoid tracking talismans.

However, Zhang Yang became increasingly weak and felt that jumping became a problem and he might fall down at any time.

Zhang Yang saw a small cliff not far from the shore, and his spiritual sense scanned it. There seemed to be a small cave facing the yin and the yang.

It's here!

Zhang Yang was about to jump over, but his face suddenly changed.

Not far from the river, a black shadow came quickly towards him under the water.

Zhang Yang's spiritual sense was very clear - a crocodile! A huge crocodile!

If it were a normal day, Zhang Yang could slap him to death with just one slap.

But for Zhang Yang, who is now exhausted and even jumping is a problem, this is definitely fatal!

It was cold in my heart, and Zhang Yang smelled the breath of death.
Chapter completed!