Long Wu, who was hiding behind the big tree, held his breath and poked out his little head and stared at the evil ghost not far away. At this time, the evil ghost general searched with his divine thoughts for several miles, and could not feel the breath of Long Wu. This one

The ghost's figure flashed and disappeared into the sky with a gust of bloody storm.

After all, this evil spirit is made of ghost cultivation, and is similar to ghost ghosts. Although ghosts are much smarter than some monsters that have opened their wisdom, this evil spirit that has been sacrificed by ghost cultivation has no humans.

The complex thinking.

Long Wu hid behind the big tree and released his divine thoughts little by little. Finally, no trace of the evil ghost was found within the scope of his divine thoughts. Only then did he recover his human form and approach the crashed Yunluo Tent.

He put the Yungong Can in the storage bracelet in pain, then found a top-grade flying sword, jumped up and stood up, turning into a milky yellow beam and flew away...

Long Wu, who was alive in his death, was extremely cautious in this escape. He kept in mind the last words of Lingxu Zhenren on his death: the most important thing is that he cannot give up his life easily!

Long Wu's understanding of the power of the Nascent Soul monk is a little vague, but he understands that the horror of the Nascent Soul monk, his divine thoughts should be hundreds of miles away. Within this range, if you are not careful, you may be afraid.

They will jeopardize their lives.

Although Long Wu was hunted by a Nascent Soul cultivator, along the way, he almost always let go of his divine thoughts, like a frightened bird. As long as there is a storm, he will immediately fall to the ground and prepare to become a hero.

Thorn fox.

After another week of escaping, Long Wu thought in his mind that he should have escaped from the scope of the Nascent Soul Ghost Cultivation Spiritual Thought. At this time, he breathed a sigh of relief, urged the flying sword under his feet with all his strength, and galloped away

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A day later, Long Wu, who was galloping in the air, saw a mountain that was almost made of pure stones from a distance, hundreds of feet high. There were no trees on it, almost reaching the point where there was no grass growing. At the foot of the mountain, the smoke was shrouded in it, and the glow was shining.

, from a distance, it looks like a cloud of three colors.

Miasma! Long Wu is very familiar with this situation. After all, Chilian Mountain is surrounded by this miasma all year round. Miasma is the evil turbidity of the mountains and forests, and there are two common ones.

One is tangible, the other is invisible. The tangible miasma is like clouds and thick fog. The invisible miasma is either full of fishy wind or strange fragrance, but it is actually all miasma. All kinds of miasma occur after the Qingming Festival.

, and put it away after the Frost Descent Festival.

Seeing that the miasma is dense in the distance, people are not meeting each other in a short distance, Long Wu frowned slightly. The miasma occurs in late spring and gathers in late autumn. According to common sense, the current season should be when the miasma is weak. But here

It is still extremely rich. Even even Chilian Mountain is beyond the reach!

Although it was far apart, Long Wu still smelled the fishy smell, which made people cough continuously. He thought to himself: The miasma is very powerful, even if he is invincible with all poisons, it is still difficult to

Resist!

After walking forward for a quarter of an hour, no grass grew in the area covered by miasma, and the ground was full of cracks, the size of a palm was cracked, and the pits were bumpy, making it extremely deserted. In this area, even if it was a Jindan monk, if you accidentally inhale excessive amounts of them,

Miasma will die immediately, and it will become a pile of bones in no time!

Just as Long Wu was thinking about where to get around this miasma, he suddenly felt a huge divine thought behind him suddenly appear. In just three or two breaths, this huge divine thought had already enveloped him.

Inside.

Feeling the approaching death, Long Wu was not panicked. He understood that with his own strength, if he fought against the Nascent Soul Ghost Cultivation, he would undoubtedly use an egg to hit the stone and kill himself!

However, if you escape, you have put in a lot of effort in this regard! The pigeon may not be unable to escape the hunting of the eagle. I made up my mind and Longwu stepped on the flying sword, and hundreds more were flew out in the flash of the escape light.

A short distance.

Long Wu's judgment was very correct, but he still underestimated the terrifying strength of the Nascent Soul cultivator. The thin black-robed ghost cultivator originally wanted to capture Lingxu Zhenren alive, but he didn't expect to see Lingxu Zhenren just now, and before he could do it

He spoke a few words to ridicule the real person. Then the real person Lingxu took the initiative and self-destructed the golden elixir in his body without hesitation.

Faced with the self-destruction of the late-stage Jindan monk, the black-robed ghost cultivator could only avoid the edge. After the aftermath of the self-destruction dissipated, the man came to find the storage bracelet of Lingxu Zhenren with regret.

Space-like magic weapons like storage bracelets are generally difficult to destroy. The black-robed ghost cultivator searched for a circle and did not find Lingxu Zhenren's storage bracelet. He let out a strange roar in a frustration, and then summoned dozens of them again.

The evil ghosts in the Golden Pill stage arrested a group of foundation-building cultivators in the Yuntian Sect one by one.

Long Wu used a trick to hide the evil spirits in the Golden Pill stage, but the thin black-robed ghost cultivator got nothing after killing many Foundation Establishment cultivators one by one. He sensed that there were three Foundation Establishment cultivators in the Yuntian Sect.

He chose a direction and chased after him personally, but he didn't expect that this direction was exactly where Long Wu was.

The Nascent Soul monks have extremely sensitive divine sensibility, and once their cultivation reaches the Nascent Soul stage, they can touch the threshold of the law of space. As they grow older, Nascent Soul monks can master some superficial spatial power.

From this, the Nascent Soul monk can feel the escape light of the monk, and the fluctuations that have not yet been completely healed in the space. This is to judge the whereabouts of the monk, how far he has escaped, whether he has changed direction, etc.

Although the divine thoughts of the Nascent Soul monks are quite a bit different, it is not easy to find someone. In this regard, even the Nascent Soul monks can only use a stupid method, that is, to cover the sky with some divine thoughts, and then

Use another part of the divine thought to detect the ground. That is to say, turn the radius of hundreds of miles again...

Feeling the breath of Long Wu, the thin black-robed ghost cultivator smiled sinisterly: "Boy is quite smart, but you are too tender to escape from my own hands!" After saying that, he pinched the magic tricks in his hand

Thousands of evil spirits with slightly illusory bodies appeared out of thin air.

These evil spirits all have the strength comparable to the early stage of foundation building cultivators. They made harsh squeals from their mouths, like thousands of troops, constantly leaping in the sky, rushing towards Longwu's escape...

Long Wu's divine thought, comparable to that of an early stage of the Golden Pill, felt the many evil spirits, and his heart suddenly sank. He understood that the gap between the realm was really insurmountable! He had already exposed himself, even if he was no longer

If you can jump around, your magic power will be exhausted sooner or later, and you will definitely be unable to escape death!

After flying for more than a hundred feet with all his strength, Long Wu instilled all his magic power into the flying sword, and he pierced his head towards the ground.

The flying sword rushed into the distance like lightning, but Long Wu found a safe and hidden place. A flash of inspiration on his body turned into a thirsty fox. He did not dare to stop, and he ran all the way with his four hooves...
Chapter completed!