“Crack!”
The big tree was split into two with a snap, and flames started. Those people finally came to their senses and quickly avoided it, but at this time, their bodies had been burned by the lightning and they were in a miserable state.
They stood at the side of the mountain path one by one, looking at the flames burning in the rain and then being extinguished by the rain after a while, and they were all stunned.
With their cultivation strength, they were actually struck by lightning on this rainy day.
They looked at their master cautiously, and as soon as they smelled his aura, they felt as if their hearts were being tightly grasped by a hand, making it impossible to breathe. In particular, they saw sparks on the ends of his red hair and a slight smell of burning, which made them extremely terrified.
They didn't have the courage to go forward and put out the fire for their master, but they were also extremely frightened when they saw the small sparks burning his hair. Fortunately, it didn't take long before they saw him raise his hand and put out the small flame at the end of his hair, which made them secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
The rain kept falling, and there was no place to shelter from the rain. The cavalry guards could only suppress their palpitations and step forward again to shield their master from the rain. At this time, King Shura was full of murderous aura, and the violent aura made the people around him dare not breathe, and could only hope that the rain would stop as soon as possible.
However, the rain continued until the next morning when it gradually stopped.
Fengjiu and her companions in the dilapidated temple saw that the rain had stopped, so they walked out. The sky after the rain was exceptionally blue, and the air was very fresh. Fengjiu looked at the spirit beasts and horses tied together outside and couldn't help but smile.
"Master, are we going to continue our journey?" Du Fan asked, already sitting in the black carriage, ready to take the carriage to sell. After all, these were their spoils of war.
"Well, let's go! Ride the spirit beast horses or sit in the carriage, it will speed up the journey." Feng Jiu smiled and told them to carry their own loads. She turned around and said to the monk, "Master, you can sit in the carriage!"
The monk took a look at the black carriage and murmured softly: "Amitabha, I can just walk..." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Fengjiu.
"Master, monks should not stick to one rule."
After hearing this, the monk didn't know what to say. He just glanced at Fengjiu and said, "Amitabha, I will follow your instructions." After saying that, he walked towards the carriage.
The resentment and evil spirit surrounding the carriage dissipated with the departure of the Shura King. Even so, in the eyes of the monk, the carriage was still stained with the smell of blood.
Xuanyuan Moze got on the carriage, Bai Qingcheng and Qin Xin also carried the children on board, and they also picked a spirit beast horse to ride. When everyone was ready, the woman who was hiding in the corner came out from the back, glanced at them, and seemed to want to follow but did not dare to.
"Your injury is almost healed, leave on your own!" Leng Hua glanced at her, paused, and then led out a spiritual horse: "This mount is for you to ride."
The woman looked at the mount, her face turned pale and she backed away: "No, no, I don't need this, I can just walk by myself."
If she didn't know where they came from, it would be fine. But knowing that those mounts belonged to the Shura King's Cavalry Guard, how could she dare to ride them? Who knows if she would get into trouble because of these mounts and be targeted by Shura King's people