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Chapter 587 You are so thick-browed and big-eyed.

With the full force of the Eighteen Blood Cloud Cavalry Formation, the blood flag fluttered like an overwhelming blood cloud, spreading over the horizon.

"Is it faster again?"

Jiang Ding frowned slightly: "Why are you running? I don't want to beat you to death now."

Even if the Xueyun Eighteen Cavalry runs very fast, it can only extend the distance. Now Bagua Breaking Forbidden Formation is still faster than Xueyun.

It just took longer to catch up.

"Two objects traveling at a constant speed, A's speed is... B's speed is..., how long will it take for them to meet?"

Jiang Ding complained silently in his heart, thinking of his elementary school papers.

"About seventeen days, if there is no external influence."

"However, it's hard not to be surprised."

Needless to say, when the Holy Son of Six Paths was being searched everywhere by Lieyang Swordsman, and still pursuing him with murderous intent, who else but a certain early-stage Jindan cultivator who had taken away his life magic weapon could be anyone else.

The peak Golden Core cultivator has exceptional combat power, which is okay. Xue Liuyun is just that, and he never sees people, so it's not a big problem.

This is too dangerous. Jiang Ding himself heard that such enemies would try their best to kill them in advance, and he could not control his killing intent at all.

Jiang Ding reminded.

Jiang Dingdian nodded and encouraged.

He raised his head and looked into the distance.

He paused for a moment, obviously in disbelief.

"Call me Tushan."

"Uncle Tushan!"

"I'm moving away."

"Yeah, I understand, protect yourself."

But if someone who can build a foundation and kill late-stage Jindan cultivators actually appears, it will attract huge attention.

The golden elixir geniuses such as the Six Paths Saint Son are too powerful. The appearance of each of them is an earth-shattering event, involving the lives of a large number of golden elixir monks, and no one will ignore them.

At the same time, several scouts also sent relevant information.

hum!

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, a wisp of sword intention vibrated slightly, and a sharp shout came.

"Little uncle! Help!"

This is the purpose of the sword-taking order. It is a necessary rule to maintain the unity of casual cultivators by immediately fleeing if they find that they cannot defeat them.

Suddenly there was a rushing sound in my ears. It was the Jindan scouts scattered everywhere.

There is no monk from the Immortal Sect who does not value intelligence and information. This is life.

"Lord Tushan,"

A golden elixir monk said nervously: "I found traces of the Six Paths Saint Yin Dao. He got rid of Lieyang Jianzi and was chasing and killing an early golden elixir monk... That early golden elixir monk was very good at running. I can’t catch up for a while.”

The voice on the other side quickly changed his title: "The Holy Son of Six Paths is chasing me, help me! I'm hunting for treasures, doing my job, and being honest, but he suddenly chases me completely unreasonably. This is completely unreasonable." Uncle, you, the old man, take this seriously!"

"Help!"

"understood."

Jiang Ding nodded.

If in normal times, he was chasing the Eighteen Bloody Cloud Riders, it would be impossible for him to change his target for someone. Let alone chasing others, he just had nothing to do and was sleeping. Whether he could save him or not would all depend on his mood at the time. Either way is fine.

But not this time.

Han Lin gave him the token of Luoxu Sect so that he could enter here and have the opportunity to pursue clues to the immortal arts. This was a sign of love, and he had to save people when they asked for help.

Of course, this is also the reason why the other party spoke out.

This person may seem humble and ordinary, but he actually has a well-hidden arrogance. Even if he is in a certain death situation, he rarely asks for help from others for no reason.

"Back up and join the rear."

Jiang Ding ordered: "Then form a formation and follow me. Stop every quarter of an hour to form a team. If you encounter an enemy, stand firm and wait for reinforcements. If the enemy is too strong, quickly disperse and flee."

Without him behind, the power of this Bagua forbidden formation will drop off a cliff. Although it can still sweep through the same number of casual cultivators, some quasi-Nascent Soul level cultivators are not afraid.

But if the opponent is still proficient in the formation, he will look for weak areas, or make a sudden attack, this is not good.

The formation level and fighting will of these Jindan monks are mediocre, and they may suddenly collapse after suffering some casualties.

Well, as individuals, they have a firm will to fight, flexible tactics, and tenacity. It is not difficult for them to fight to the end.

But forming a group doesn't work.

"Yes!"

Master Baimei and other monks suddenly felt that the surrounding formation patterns instantly became loose and stagnant, making it difficult to control. They immediately woke up from the invincible mood, and nervously responded to the order, flew back, and merged with the rear.

Jiang Ding nodded slightly, and the blue light flashed, disappeared into the air, and flew away at high speed.

... To the west of the Spiritual Medicine Garden, two escaping lights were chasing each other.

The escaping light in front is green and pure in color, and the imperial envoy flees madly with a green flying sword.

The escaping light behind was full of demonic energy, and the sound of waves and wind roared for miles. The speed was extremely fast, and the distance was shortened by a large distance in an instant.

"Your name is Han Lin, right?"

"You won't die that easily."

Yin Dao, the Saint Son of the Six Paths, has a handsome appearance, fair skin, and fluttering white shirt sleeves. He chuckled and said: "The Six Paths Sect's method of punishment is the best in the world. I will first peel off your skin bit by bit and pull out your spine. Fill it with mercury, then bind the soul, take six demonic fires, burn them little by little, add one or two soul nourishing substances from time to time, for a hundred years, a thousand years, you can't survive but you can't die..."

"I heard that you still have blood relatives in Yue Kingdom?"

"Your clan uncle, uncle, and a sister, their descendants are still alive."

"I have sent people to search for them, and they will return soon. Don't worry, they will always be with you, endure the pain of being burned by the devil's fire, and will never be reincarnated..."

The words formed a strange demonic sound, penetrating into the sea of ​​consciousness of the monk in front of him, making him look confused from time to time, and his body staggered.

"Haha, whatever you want."

Han Lin silently recited the spell of clearing the heart, his expression did not change at all, and laughed loudly: "My sister, parents, and old uncle have entered reincarnation a long time ago. More than a hundred years have passed, and I don't know how many reincarnations I have now. The remaining What does it have to do with me?"

"Holy Son, you should just worry about yourself."

Han Lin threatened: "The Lieyang Swordman is looking for you in the Manluoxu Sect, and he has hidden his figure. Maybe he is behind you now, his sword intention is running, and he is about to deliver a fatal blow, which will greatly enhance his sword intention. .”

"If you don't run away anymore, don't run away."

"Glib tongue!"

The Six Paths Saint Son's expression turned cold.

This was exactly what he was worried about. Lieyang Jianzi was as crazy as he wanted to take his life, and he was not afraid of triggering a war between the two sects.

The old guys in the sect didn't care. They said they were going through hardships. The Holy Son had to get out of the blood and fire.

However, the person in front of him has a natal magic weapon that he has sacrificed for a long time, the seventy-two hungry ghost flags of Great Perfection that are forbidden by the earth evil spirit!

Once retrieved, how could he be so afraid of Lie Yang Jianzi again?

In just a few breaths, the distance between the two narrowed a lot again, and they were about to enter the attack range of the magic weapon. A cold smile appeared on the face of the Holy Son of Six Paths, and five black flags slowly emerged.

"Bitter!"

Han Lin's soul was filled with fear. He flipped his hand and took out a shining green Luan Feather. He input his magic power into it. The green light flashed and he fled a long distance before the five black flags were suppressed.

It was by relying on this treasure that he was able to escape many times without being killed.

"very good."

The Six Paths Saint Son's eyes flashed with anger: "How much mana do you still have?"

He could clearly see that although this treasure was mysterious, it might be the feathers of Qingluan, a Heavenly Demon bloodline of the Nascent Soul level. It had extremely high speed, but it also consumed a lot of mana. After using it many times, a monk in the early stage of the golden elixir, no matter how deep his mana was, would not be able to use it. The oil has been exhausted.

"So much mana!"

Han Lin immediately responded loudly and confidently.

But he was secretly complaining in his heart.

Along the way, he had swallowed an unknown number of elixirs. He even swallowed five drops of the Ten Thousand Years Stone Milk that instantly restored his mana. It was already exhausted. Only then could he escape from the hands of Beiyuan Tianjiao, who was at the peak of the Golden elixir. .

Now, it has reached its limit!

"Fire Yang Sword!"

"You're here?"

Han Lin was suddenly pleasantly surprised and turned to look behind the Six Paths Saint Son, his eyes shining.

"Little tricks."

The Holy Son of Six Paths smiled, didn't take it seriously, and didn't even look at it.

There is no golden elixir monk in the world who can escape his spiritual consciousness. This is absolute self-confidence, which cannot be shaken by such ridiculous tricks.

Not to mention, Lieyang Jianzi has always been dignified and proud, how could he hide his figure and attack secretly.

Han Lin sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, saying nothing.

"Could it be?"

The expression of the Holy Son of Six Paths changed slightly and he turned around.

Behind him, a talisman fell beside Liyang Jianzi, who had a lion's nose and a wide mouth, a head full of flaming blond hair, and was so heroic that he did not attack.

"...fellow Taoist...good..."

Lieyang Jianzi looked in front of him with trembling eyes.

An ordinary-looking young man held a silver-white sword high and was about to chop it down on his head.

Suppression by the sword intent of the Soul-Destroying Technique.

It's the same sword intent, but the opponent is at least several times stronger than him!

What's even more frightening is that there is a pressure that goes deep into his bones, making his magic power and soul almost solidify, making him unable to move at all. He is even more unbearable than others, as if he has encountered a natural enemy.

(End of this chapter)