Jiang Lan looked at the boy, the aftermath of the influence around him, and the person chasing him behind him.

The celestial race.

An enemy that is incompatible with water and fire.

However, Jiang Lan did not care about these things, but began to analyze them.

"The immortal is far away, and there are many aftermaths of the immortal.

There was not a single immortal chasing, and it was restricted by the aftermath. As long as the boy could run, it was not worth worrying.

Before I could stop, I was unable to find a desperate situation.

in this way...

It means that the inn owner is probably watching.

But it is unsure.

But if you want the boy to escape, you cannot give Juexian time to react.

Otherwise, the boy will be in an absolute crisis, and my current strength will never be guaranteed to be his possibility."

Without hesitation, Jiang Lan stretched out his hand and began to exert influence.

He can't think for too long.

First, the boy can't hold on for long.

Second, he is likely to be discovered, and he needs to put away the mountain and sea mirror before being discovered.

A quick battle and a quick decision.

...

...

The boy was struggling with hard steps, and the people behind him were about to catch up.

"His speed has completely slowed down. He went up and killed it directly, bringing it back to the Tianyu Phoenix Clan.

To avoid long nights and many dreams.”

The celestial race began to get closer to the boy, as if it would not take long to come to the boy completely.

Then it will be an absolute crisis.

"Isn't it useful?" The boy felt exhausted and his pace was too heavy:

"Silly dragon, it's really teasing me."

The boy felt that he had the chance, so he had to settle the score with the eighth prince.

Unfortunately, he can't run anymore.

It was just when he thought so.

Suddenly, it seemed like an invisible big hand was placed on his shoulder, and then a force began to pour into his body.

For a moment, he felt that his body became much lighter.

This is?

What's going on?

When he was puzzled, a voice came into his mind.

"Run, use your best.

The faster I run, the more I can help you.”

The sound was indistinguishable, but the boy was stunned.

He knew the source of power.

The Eighth Prince did not lie to him, and the Unparalleled Fist God could really help him.

I don't know what price I have to pay, but the boy didn't hesitate at all.

A new hope ignited in his heart.

The faster you run, the safer it is.

But now he has too much physical burden and needs to pay great pain to start.

At this moment, the boy gritted his teeth tightly, and the blood on his body began to flow rapidly, and even showed signs of boiling.

Run.

The boy cried in his heart.

At the same time, he let out a roar.

"ah!"

The blood boiled to his feet, and at this moment he raised his feet, full of strength.

Whoosh!

The moment he stepped on the earth, he disappeared directly.

Like a ray of light, it is rapidly traveling through the battlefield.

The celestial race who was about to catch up was stunned, and they were a little incomprehensible.

Why can a human teenager who is obviously unable to do so, burst out with such a terrible power?

And this speed is a ray of light.

It's uncapturable.

They knew that they could never keep up, so they could only hope that some of their fellow tribes could catch up and stop him.

There are indeed celestial beings of the immortal level intercepting the celestial beings halfway through.

Only those can escape.

Still just got out.

At this time, the boy was running forward with all his might, his body was roaring, and his blood was boiling.

The body seemed to be on fire.

But he could feel that he was running very fast.

Soon, very soon.

Give him some more time and he can go back to Wutong Mountain.

only...

puff!

Spit out a mouthful of blood.

He had already surpassed his limits as he ran, and his body was under tremendous pressure.

This pressure can break his body.

A severe pain came.

The pain was unbearable.

But without stopping, he gritted his teeth and accelerated. Even if the bones were broken, he could still run.

He won't stop.

“Ah~”

Another roar sounded, and the boy's speed increased a little.

His facial features were filled with blood.

Blood dripped on Hongya's face.

Hongya's eyes seemed to move, but she could not open it.

The blood on the facial features is equivalent to the boy doing his last effort, and he is like a ray of light, traveling through the battlefield.

It caught people off guard, the speed was too fast.

It doesn't give people time to react at all.

And the fairy who was just ahead finally arrived in front of the boy.

The powerful force seemed to stop the teenager.

"Don't stop, keep running."

Jiang Lan's voice sounded in the boy's mind, but Jiang Lan was surprised to find that the boy didn't listen at all.

He seemed to have lost consciousness.

What a strong willpower.
To be continued...