The shocking rainbow in the sky was a boundless sea of ​​blood composed of a trace of blood arrows. The Taoist Jianghai hid in this sea of ​​blood and turned into a rainbow and chased Zuo Zhicheng. The long rainbow was like a big river in the Yangtze River, and like an endless scarlet carpet...≦

The Jianghe Taoist people extracted and collected a trace of essence and blood from the soldiers. With the power of their thoughts, minds, and thoughts, they could control this huge sea of ​​blood. It was like a general commanding a soldier, which was equivalent to a person relying on the power of thousands of people.

As he flew out, other soldiers, as well as Ye Junxi, Xiao Tianyou and other masters, followed him. However, their speed was far worse than Zuo Zhicheng and Jianghe Dao people, and they were dumped and disappeared soon.

The Jianghe Taoist who was chasing the front was full of surprise. Looking at the blurry black shadow in front of him, he was shocked and said in his heart: "What a fast speed! Who is this person? Why did such a master suddenly emerge from the new continent?"

Just as the Jianghe Taoist was thinking this, two black spirit dragons suddenly appeared on Zuo Zhicheng's body. Seeing this scene, Jianghe Taoist sneered in his heart: "Want to attack me? My Xuantian Blood Escape is to gather the essence and blood of the soldiers, and there are all kinds of fanaticism, persistent mind and thoughts in it. I have collected more than ten years of Taoist materials, and my soldiers have taken various lead and mercury elixirs for decades.

If an ordinary attack, before hitting me, it will be corroded by the outer essence and blood..."

But the next moment, the Jianghe Taoist's eyes shook, and after the two black spirit dragons appeared, they did not attack him, but exploded directly behind Zuo Zhicheng. The fierce airflow directly pushed Zuo Zhicheng's body to accelerate again.

"What!" When the Jianghe Taoist wanted to extract blood again to speed up, he found that his Xuantian Blood Escape suddenly felt bad: "Oh no, I'm too far from my sergeant. The power of Xuantian Blood Escape began to weaken!"

At the same time, as the distance between them was widened, the power of Jianghe Dao Ren controlling the Sihai Pot was weakened, and the pressure in Zuo Zhicheng's hands gradually decreased. As time went by, the speed of the two men increased further and further.

"The Sihai Pot is not something you can control! No matter who you are, you will remember it. I will find you soon. At that time, I want you to regret what you have done today forever!"

With a wild roar, Zuo Zhicheng's figure became smaller and smaller, and gradually turned into a small dot in the eyes of Jianghe Dao people and completely disappeared.

I don’t know how many kilometers I ran, but when I felt that the Sihai Pot in my hand had changed back to its original weight and had no struggle any more, Zuo Zhicheng stopped.

‘It’s so dangerous. This time it’s really dangerous.’ Looking at the palm-sized Sihai Pot in his hand, Zuo Zhicheng breathed a deep breath and saw the bone armor on his body trembling, and then slowly shrank back.

At this time, a charred scar on his left shoulder was forced to heal by him. Although his Yanmo Golden Body had strong ability to resist strikes, even ordinary strong bows and crossbows could not penetrate it. However, the blood arrow of the Jianghe Dao people had a strong corrosive force, which just restrained his Yanmo Golden Body.

‘This river Taoist man. His Taoist technique of manipulating water vapor just vaguely restrains the power I currently have. Fortunately, I saw through their tricks in advance this time. If they were really robbed by fire and put on insults, I would probably be in danger.’

Zuo Zhicheng was right. If he really wanted to fight with King Hante to death this time, Jianghe Daoren and others were the Yellow Bird behind him, it would be too dangerous. And according to Ye Junxi, it might not be the only one who has this idea. The other three legions may also send people over, which would be terrifying.

Feeling the wounds in his body, the internal internal injuries caused by the impact of the Sihai Pot, and other injuries, which were constantly being healed and treated, Zuo Zhicheng simply sat down cross-legged and planned to take a rest.

‘As soon as they approach, the four sea pots seem to be able to sense. This gives them the ability to track me, but also allows me to alert them.’

'But their speed is not as fast as me, and I have been thrown away by me a long way. Now I still have to take a break and treat my injuries with a little bit.'

Zuo Zhicheng took out five or six bottles from his arms, all of which were hemostatic drugs, Jinchuang medicine, and pills to replenish qi and blood, and treat internal injuries.

These were all prepared in advance before Zuo Zhicheng set out from Haijing City. After taking the pill, Zuo Zhicheng closed his eyes and sat down. He was encouraging his musculoskeletons to bind the wound through his control over the body and speed up the healing of the wound.

After all, he can now freely control his muscles, bones, and internal organs. By moving and squeezing his body structure, he can completely restore his injuries faster.

After about half an hour of condensation, Zuo Zhicheng slowly opened his eyes and thought of Lin Shanjun's battle. A trace of cold light shot out from his eyes. He turned to look at the Sihai Pot in his hand.

This palm-sized kettle looks like an ordinary ceramic pot, but Zuo Zhicheng knew that this was definitely not an ordinary ceramic pot. He had opened the spout during this period, but he could not see anything inside.

He used the method of sacrifice and refining that Shen Anan taught him, and wanted to collect the Four Seas Pot, but he did not succeed. Obviously, this magic weapon requires a special method of sacrifice and refining to control it as much as he wants. Before this, this would only be an ordinary kettle.

On the contrary, after the Jianghe Taoist people approached, they could master and control this magic weapon again.

Zuo Zhicheng narrowed his eyes, as if he was waiting for him to return to Haijing, use his savings to improve his strength, and then find a way to subdue Sihai Po. Next time he met Jianghe Dao Ren and others, this would not be the result.

The next moment, his figure disappeared instantly, appeared dozens of meters away, and was already running towards Haijing again.

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A day later, thousands of people were riding on horseback and galloping on the grassland.

The person in charge was the Jianghedao people of Lin Shanjun.

In order to track Zuo Zhicheng's traces, they traveled day and night. Experts like Jianghe Dao Ren and Wei Yangyan were fine, but other ordinary soldiers were already extremely tired.

Jianghe Dao Ren felt this situation and his eyes became even more gloomy.

Wei Yangyan, who was standing beside him, said: "Master Jianghe, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with that guy this time. His Taoist technique is mysterious and gloomy. I wonder if you have any clues."
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