Crackling!
With his clothes fluttering in the wind, a black figure was speeding through the forest. It was Zhang Yang himself. As for the blood slaves and ghost servants, they were put into the blood coffin by him.
The speed of the ghost servant is too slow, and although the speed of the blood slave is fast enough, the target of escaping alone is smaller.
Just now, Zhang Yang beheaded a ragged young monk who seemed extremely down-and-out. What he never expected was that the young monk was very rich, and he also had a magic weapon for body protection.
For some unknown reason, the protective artifact already had cracks. This allowed Zhang Yang to break it under successive attacks.
However, the young monk crushed a messenger jade slip before he died, which made Zhang Yang feel greatly uneasy, and decisively decided to end the hunting plan ahead of schedule and run away far away from this nearby land of right and wrong. How far to run.
"Look at that monk, who is only in the Qi refining period, but can possess so many spirit stones and treasures, he must be a direct disciple of a certain big sect."
"So, the jade slip he crushed before he died was a message to the elders of Shimen. Yiyixia is only a hundred miles away, and a large number of strong people gather there. If there is a strong Jindan stage , I can rush over in less than half an hour. Taking advantage of this time, I must escape!"
Zhang Yang thought that he was very cautious in his actions, and never shot at someone he was not sure about, but he didn't expect that something went wrong.
But he also knew that it was not because of his bad calculation, but because of his strength.
Insufficient strength, so it is difficult to deal with some minor changes.
It seems that only improving strength is the most fundamental.
Thinking this way, he ran all the way without stopping.
Climbing over mountains, passing through forests, wading through rivers... Zhang Yang moved forward in a circuitous way, and escaped for more than three hundred miles in one breath.
Just when his heart was slightly relaxed, suddenly, his footsteps stopped.
Not far ahead, a young man stood on a boulder, dressed in a white robe, with a face like a crown jade, and a long sword on his back, floating like a fairy.
However, facing this fairy-like figure, Zhang Yang did not feel the slightest excitement, but instead felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart.
Obviously let go of all the consciousness, every plant and tree within a radius of more than 600 meters was reflected in the mind, but when the consciousness scanned the big rock, it was empty.
Looking at it with the naked eye, there is clearly a man in white robe there; scanning with the mind consciousness, but there is not even a figure of him.
Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat, knowing that he had met a real strong man.
Feeling lucky, maybe the man in white robe wasn't coming for him, so he quietly turned around and prepared to leave.
In an instant, a powerful coercion came, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze. Zhang Yang's figure froze, and he couldn't even move his fingers, let alone take a step.
This time, Zhang Yang's complexion changed immediately, and he no longer had any luck.
"You killed someone, but you escaped pretty fast!"
A cold voice seemed to ring directly in the soul.
Zhang Yang's mind was confused for a while, and he almost blurted out to admit it, but he bit his tongue.
Judging instantly, Zhang Yang knew that this white-robed man must be the rescuer he brought in after he killed the rich monk and crushed the jade slips before he died.
At the same time, he also knew that he absolutely could not admit this matter. Once admitted, even if there are ten lives, there is no chance of life.
While the mind was spinning, a hoarse voice said:
"Senior thinks he has the wrong person, right? The junior heard that there was a fairy trail descending near Yixian Gorge, so he rushed all the way here, wanting to pay his respects, hoping to make a breakthrough, but he never killed anyone, let alone escaped."
"Hmph! Don't argue! Is it you? After the deity uses the soul-searching method, everything will naturally become clear."
The man in white robe didn't even have the time to talk nonsense, he beckoned, and with a huge pulling force, Zhang Yang's body involuntarily lifted off the ground and floated towards the man in white robe.
"Woo!"
Zhang Yang's face was contorted, his muscles were knotted, his physical strength and magic power exploded at the same time, he tried hard to break free, but he still couldn't move.
Feelings of despair surged up.
In front of a strong person of this level, after nearly ten years of self-cultivation, he didn't even have the ability to struggle.
What is the soul-searching method, it sounds like a very evil method. After being searched by him, I am afraid that even if I will not die, I will become an idiot.
Taking a step back, even with the protection of the "Taiyin Refining Shape" exercise, if I am fine after searching for my soul, then my secret will be completely exposed.
While the heartbeat was racing, there was nothing he could do.
In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks are just clouds.
Zhang Yang finally tasted this bitter fruit.
Just when he decided to accept his fate and resign himself to fate, he only heard a light hey, the restraint was slightly loosened, and his feet had already landed on the ground.
"Huh? You are... do you know Liu Dakui, the 'White Witch Corpse King'?"
Naturally, Zhang Yang had never heard the name "Liu Dakui, the White Witch Corpse King", but he heard that the white-robed man was quite afraid of that man, and his life was at the mercy of this man, so he said something to himself. "I don't know", I am afraid that I will suffer the bad luck of soul searching immediately.
At this time, the situation was urgent, and I had no choice, so I had to say casually:
"Naturally."
The expression on the white-robed cultivator's face changed, and finally turned fierce, and he snorted coldly: "Humph! I, Tian Yuzong, have nothing to do with Liu Daoyou, the White Witch Corpse King. I don't know where my disciples offended you. It's worth your pain." Killer?"
Zhang Yang's heart trembled, knowing that holding tight to the thigh of that cheap White Witch Corpse King was the only chance of survival at this time, so he said nonchalantly: "The boy was indeed just ordered by his family teacher Liu Dakui to go to Yixianxia to study the relics of the battle. Have you met any disciples of the noble sect?"
Just as he finished speaking, he saw a strange look on the handsome face of the white-robed monk: "What? You mean, Liu Dakui is your master?"
Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly said something bad, knowing that he had said something wrong.
However, at this time, there was naturally no chance to change his mind, so he could only bite the bullet and say in a firm tone: "Yes, Liu Dakui, the White Witch Corpse King, is the teacher of my family."
"Hahaha!" The white-robed monk looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world.
"No one in the world knows that the three major disciples of the White Witch Corpse King, with stiff hair on one head and stiff black ends on both ends, have made great achievements in the cultivation world! I have never heard of you, a little wandering corpse... If you impersonate him My grandchildren, maybe I might be fooled by you... I dare to deceive this deity, this deity will let you taste the taste of soul searching Dafa."
With that said, let's do it.
Zhang Yang felt embarrassed, he didn't know what this White Witch Corpse King was. From what the white-robed man said, it seems that his disciples are all zombies
It's no wonder that he also regards himself as the younger generation of the White Witch Corpse King.
Even the disciples are hairy and black, so what should he be? This is too awesome!
It's just that it's not his turn to think about it now, the white-robed monk has already captured it.
Just at this moment, a hoarse and hoarse voice sounded in the sky: "Zha! Weng Qingyu, you're so excited, why are you bullying this old man's disciple?"
When I looked up, I don't know when, on the nearby cliff, a figure stood at the top of the mountain, vaguely visible, but the powerful aura was undeniable.
The white-robed monk named Weng Qingyu raised his head, his face changed, and he thought that this old guy came at a good time.
"The corpse king was joking, why did you have such a little disciple?"
"Hmph! Could it be that the deity will report to you when he accepts disciples?" The voice on the cliff was rather displeased.
Weng Qingyu was silent for a while, knowing that he could not make sense in this regard, but he was very unwilling to let this wandering corpse go.
"Even if he is your disciple, if he killed my true disciple of Tian Yuzong, he must resist his life!"
"Oh?" The figure on the cliff obviously didn't know about this matter. After a short pause, he asked Zhang Yang, "My good disciple, have you ever killed their so-and-so disciple?"
The White Witch Corpse King deliberately referred to the "true disciple" as "some so-and-so disciple", which made Weng Qingyu's face turn livid.
"No! Absolutely not! This disciple was just ordered by his master to go to the Yixian Gorge to study the relics of the Immortal War in order to seek a breakthrough. He didn't expect to be stopped by this senior halfway, and said that this disciple had killed some of his true disciples. His disciples never even saw him."
If Zhang Yang didn't know what to say at this time, he would have been kicked in the head by a donkey.