Taoist chanting

Chapter 463
"Bang", a group of fiery red fireworks exploded over the mountain tops several miles away, and the sound spread twenty or thirty miles away.

Zhang Wenfeng put away the flying sword in a thought, took off the bamboo hat, and handed it to Monk Fayuan with both hands: "The mountains are high and the rivers long, master, let's say goodbye here, there will be a time later!"

There are still more than [-] miles to the border, and it is unnecessary to let the monk accompany him if his whereabouts are exposed in such an unexpected way.

Fa Yuan was not polite either, and took the bamboo hat: "Wait, you take these talismans."

Zhang Wenfeng took it and unfolded it, all of them were landscape shifting talismans, which are practical and good things that can be used in battle. Take care!"

Jumping up, the monk lowered the straw hat on his head and flew south.

A white robe is particularly conspicuous above the treetops under the night sky, and he is flying far away.

In two directions, there were fireworks blasting into the air, and human voices could be heard vaguely.

Zhang Wenfeng handed him off, the monk took great pains, and before he left, he used such a big fanfare to help him attract the secret sentry and confuse the masters who were chasing after a long distance, he appreciated it.

After waiting for a while, he still flew along the river without touching his feet.

On the road, he didn't encounter any black witches and puppets lurking in ambush, and he left the territory of Great Liang for about ten miles, and turned to escape to the forest in the east. During the three days of sneaking, he asked the monks specifically how to avoid divination. teacher tracking.

On the premise that the fortune-teller has grasped the aura items on his body, and did not cover up the secret treasure, it is very difficult to avoid the calculation and deduction of the fortune-teller at the same level.

He and the monk had tried several times during the rest of the day, and found that he had settled down to perform the wood invisibility technique, and when he was integrated with the tree, he could avoid the monk's "law of cause and effect" to trace the veins in the subtleties.

But this method has a drawback, he cannot move.

It's a mixed blessing for him.

The third-order witch cultivators who chased him were scattered, and relatively few masters were placed on the southern border.

Those who use low-level puppets and zombies to lurk to detect and block are second-level witch cultivators. It takes time for masters from other places to rush over. In addition, he was distracted by monks and misled the rhythm, confusing the divination masters who got the news. More than an hour's head start.

Flying at low altitude for more than [-] miles along the periphery of the Luobaoling Great Forest, Zhang Wenfeng buried three spirit stones with his aura on the road to confuse the fortune-teller's speculation.

With the advice of the monk, an expert, he wanted to make the fortune-tellers of the Wu tribe vomit blood from exhaustion.

Turning to fly north, and buried two spiritual stones.

He covered up his scent with the vitality of plants and trees he absorbed, and then turned to the south for a circle, approaching the Changqing River that flows southeast from the Great Liang.

The river is more than twice as wide, and water from mountain streams flows in from time to time.

In the big forest, he flew along the river, and it was not easy to get lost.

He didn't dare to fly high in the sky, so he had to use the trees to fly low, so as not to be seen from afar.

As they went deeper into Luobaoling forest, they encountered more little monsters on both sides of the river bank.

From time to time, there would be little monsters jumping out of the jungle and between the branches and leaves of the trees to attack, but he quickly dodged them with the Jiugong step and swung them away. He didn't want to leave obvious clues.

Flying for more than three hundred miles, a few spiritual energy stones were buried along the way, and he came to the "ghost canyon" he had preset.

The Changqing River is divided into two here, going their separate ways.

It was almost dawn, so I went around ten miles away and buried two Spiritual Qi Stones respectively, and then returned to the towering forest on the hillside opposite the canyon, found a big tree branch with lush foliage in a hidden place facing the east, and sat cross-legged on it. On the first day, use supernatural powers to enter a still state, absorb the breath of big trees to cover yourself, and slowly adjust your breath to get rid of distracting thoughts.

He used the Wood Concealment Technique, and no matter how much someone scans with their spiritual sense nearby, it is impossible to find his trace.

But for a while, he couldn't integrate with the breath of the big tree for a long time. At the critical moment, his ability to be ineffective at times and ineffective was no longer effective. Even though his heart was calm, he was still a little anxious.

He warned himself not to be in a hurry, closed his eyes and recited scriptures silently, washing himself with invisible golden light.

I believe that there are arrangements along the way, which can make the fortune-tellers who track and calculate consume a lot of energy in different sections of the road. Those who calculate the secrets will calculate too much in a short period of time. .

The sun is coming out.

In the sky, there were several monks who scanned and searched with their spiritual sense.

They flew staggered, not letting go of any shady place, especially caves, and they must search and search again and again.

The rising sun shines through the gaps in the layers of leaves, splashing spots on the body and face of Zhang Wenfeng, who is still meditating. Zhang Guanzhu, who has adjusted his breath for a long time, suddenly has a light green color, and the exposed skin on his face and hands turns green. Nothing to breathe.

He finally managed to merge with the big tree below him before many monks from the Witch Clan came to explore the sky above.

"Hey, no, why did you suddenly lose your sense of vitality?"

A young man in a white robe in the air was holding an ancient bronze mirror with strange runes drawn in his hand. A white needle suspended on it suddenly turned around without warning, and he couldn't control it no matter what.

"Mr. Qi, did you find anything?"

Someone looked at the white-robed divination master and asked aloud.

The white-robed fortune teller waved his hand, signaling not to disturb his train of thought, and muttered, "That guy is too cunning, so he figured out a little bit of clues and achieved results with the method of 'asking fate from the source'. I found that it was broken, hey, life is hard, I have to use "divination and push" to track again, that guy is so suspicious, and Lao Gu is exhausted... When I catch him, I have to hang him upside down Lighting up the sky lanterns, it’s too disgusting.”

Putting away the bronze mirror used for "asking fate", the fortune teller in white robe rubbed his face vigorously with both hands.

Coming from Changxi City, without a rest all night, he worked hard to calculate all the way, he felt a little exhausted, but there was no way, the Great Elder issued the "black blood must kill order", no matter how tired he had to persevere.

That hateful Niubi must be killed to avoid future troubles!
It's terrifying to think about being able to kill the defender head-on with one's own strength. I really don't know what method that guy used?
It is said that two powerful magic weapons were used, and they can only be used once each time.

I don't know if it's true or not?
He took out five thickly coated "dominoes" and rubbed them in his hands for a while. The white-robed divination master closed his eyes and a mist gushed out of his body.

Beside the fortune-teller in white robe, there is a middle-aged man in black robe with a serious face, carrying a black sword on his back, looking around, he is responsible for guarding the safety of the fortune-teller.

Chaoyang dyed the fortune teller a bright red color, and the folds of his robe were particularly obvious. After a long time of calculation, the fortune teller in white opened his eyes, pointed to the east, and said, "More than ten miles ahead, I found Thief breath."

He muttered in his heart, it was probably another spirit stone buried underground.

Lao Gu was teased so many times, and all he found with great efforts were spirit stones, so he was very angry.

A group of people divided into two, one group flew east without stopping, and the other five maintained formation in the air, followed step by step and searched with their spiritual sense, not letting go of any suspicious places.

Like this team, there are two other teams around a hundred miles away, and they can support each other at any time.

The opponents are too vicious, and they dare not search too widely.

There are also three teams of masters lying in ambush at the edge of the Luobao forest, on the way back to the east and northeast of Da'an, waiting for the boy to jump in if they set up a net and set up many suspicious formations.

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(End of this chapter)