The evil fog rolls, and no one can see through the evil aura that has risen due to the war.

Once in the world where spiritual energy was spread, magical powers were used at will, and even seeing through yin and yang was not difficult. Now evil energy permeates the entire world, forcing many small sects and casual cultivators to change their practice methods, from accepting spirits to eating evil spirits.

Due to the distortion and changes of the rules of heaven and earth, most magic can no longer be used, and even if it can be used, its power will be greatly reduced. This makes many casual cultivators who have changed their practice methods early more powerful than those cultivators who are determined to be the spiritual power of the ancestors who are unwilling to change after so long.

The practice method is also changing. If you do not see the erosion of the wind of breaking the Dharma on the boundary of heaven and earth, and if you do not see the various practitioners in so many foreign countries in this world crying in the wind on the wind of breaking the Dharma, then this world will be the best time for many monks to rise at this time.

The monk in the Qing army saw that the one escaped, and his face became extremely ugly in an instant. Obviously, he could not take his evil soldiers away. Facing the upcoming siege, he suddenly shouted.

"Yi Yan, do you still remember the Ruyi Tianshi who explained the truth and resolved your doubts in the military hiding in the past?"

The young monk who was about to fall into the siege shouted loudly.

As soon as these words were said, not only Yi Yan was stunned, but the other two monks in the Taiping Army who were surrounding him were also stunned and looked in the direction of Yi Yan. However, after just a look, one of the monks opened their mouths and a huge roar like muffled thunder appeared. His head opened with his big mouth, and white light surged in his mouth. The white light was like countless dusts. A huge white shark rushed out of his white light, and waves swayed in the void, surging in all directions.

The monk was carrying the waves under the white shark, and his face blurred instantly. The corners of his mouth opened and closed, as if he was talking. Yi Yan couldn't hear it, and there was only the surging sound of waves in his ears.

The supernatural power of observing life moves in response to the heart, and the origin of the monk who turned into a giant white shark was immediately imprinted into Yi Yan's heart. This is a monk from the ocean, to be precise, a monster, the white shark demon, whose name is Bai Jun.

The monk who shouted Yi Yan's name under the wave waved his hand and a spiritual light rushed out. The spiritual light turned into a giant tiger, fighting with the white shark. In a blink of an eye, the evil spirit was already swelling here and rushed straight into the sky. A tiger and a shark turned into two balls of light entangled together.

There was a stalemate for a while, but he was only one person. Yi Yan and another monk on the Taiping Army had not yet taken action. He could not escape with his evil soldiers, so he chose to escape alone. He turned around and radiated into the sky. His whole person quickly rose and lengthened in the void. He stroked his hands in front of him, and the flames flashed, turning into a pair of dragon claws, his clothes turned into scales, and the whole person turned into a dragon and rushed towards the sky.

It was not the kind of real dragon with a physical body, but the illusory and unreal dragon shadow. The dragon shadow rushed straight into the sky, but another monk took a deep breath of evil energy when he turned into a dragon shadow and wanted to escape. In an instant, the whole person quickly grew as if he was filled with air. As big as a towering tree, the dragon shadow was about to escape. When he waved his sleeves, the sleeves roared like a covering the sky and the sun.

"Chang Kun."

A cold spell sound came from the void, and the sleeves of the sleeves became dark and dark in an instant, as if leading to another world. The dragon shadow quickly shrank under the cover of this cuff. It tried hard to swing its body, struggled and drilled in the void, but it continued to slide towards the cuffs and shrank continuously, and finally turned into a small snake about an inch long and was taken in.

At this moment, the giant tiger over there turned into a tiger-head seal and was swallowed into his mouth by the white shark. When the monk used the tiger-seal magic weapon, Yi Yan was sure that it was a disciple of Longhu Mountain.

Yi Yan did not move. The white shark demon named Bai Jun and another monk did not look at Yi Yan, and turned around and left with the evil soldiers. They did not stop or give in because of the Longhu Mountain disciple's words. It can be seen that they did not take the words of the Longhu Mountain disciple's words to heart, or that Yi Yan would not do anything to them, or that Yi Yan could not do anything to them, so they did not care.

Yi Yan watched them disappear quickly in the evil fog with their evil soldiers, slowly spread his hands, and a little bit of inspiration in his palm turned into a person. He was the disciple of Longhu Mountain, a monk who looked less than twenty years old, but the rings in his pupils clearly show that he was at least in his forties.

But her cultivation level seems to be much worse than Zhang Caiwei. Two years ago, Yi Yan asked Zhang Caiwei how many tribulations she had survived. She said that she had already survived five tribulations, but her strength was much higher than that of cultivators of other sects. The disciple Qi Cheng of Shushan was only one tribulations different from her, but she could not even meet her. Not only him, but the other Confucian monks in the human path in Lijiang and the one in Maoshan were also defeated neatly.

I don’t know how Zhang Caiwei’s cultivation is now. The girl Tianshi, who always asks others whether she wants to see the power of “Dragon and Tiger Ruyi” flashes through Yi Yan’s heart.

The disciple of Longhu Mountain in the spiritual light of his palm said, "Hu Yuan, a disciple of Longhu Mountain, hopes that fellow Taoists can save my life. Longhu Mountain will definitely thank fellow Taoists."

The voice was quick and short, and it dissipated as soon as the words were finished. This was the spiritual message that the disciple of Longhu Mountain named Hu Yuan was brought into his sleeve at the last moment. The two monks did not discover it. Even Yi Yan discovered it only after the spiritual light came out in front of him.

Yi Yan himself can also transmit spiritual sounds, but his voice transmission method can be seen by a practitioner, and it is very easy to be intercepted by others. Compared with this kind of transmission from Longhu Mountain, it is a world of difference.

"boom……"

A lightning suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by a thunder sound.

The lightning flashed through the heaven and earth that were filled with evil spirits due to war, and in an instant it shone through. There seemed to be a law of heaven and earth in the lightning. Yi Yan saw that there were people fighting and killing everywhere, some were sneaking secretly, some were looking for enemies, and there were a team of Qing soldiers not far from Yi Yan. When Yi Yan saw them, they also saw Yi Yan.

The lightning flashed, and the two sides moved almost at the same time. The team of Qing army soldiers rushed towards Yi Yan, while Yi Yan quickly penetrated into an uninterrupted gap in front of him.

This day was destined to be a night of killing. The rain poured down and the water evil spirit in the rain filled the water, making most people's actions slow down.

However, some people become more agile like fish in the water.

Yi Yan could no longer consider anything else, so he had to try his best to lead his more than 70 evil soldiers to break out. Some people could take their evil soldiers to escape from a certain area in a short time, but they could not take it away for a long time. One is that they did not have that ability, and the other is that they could not afford it.

The rushing rain on the ground gradually changed color. At first, it was just a light red, and slowly, it turned into a deep red. The ground was full of broken limbs and rolling heads.

Yi Yan rushed again and again, fled and counterattacked again and again. There were more and more people around him, all of whom were scattered soldiers, among which the evil soldiers under other monks followed Yi Yan and the others after the scattered chaos.

Yi Yan only felt that the encirclement was too long. He led his people forward so much, but he still did not stick out. Occasionally, he would meet other monks and join forces to advance forward, but it would not take long to be dispersed. The people around Yi Yan gathered and dispersed and gathered again. He didn't know how many people he killed, nor how many monks he had encountered interceptions. He thought he was going to die there several times, but he survived in the end.

When the front of him suddenly became empty, he knew that he had rushed out.

He was followed by more than 300 evil soldiers, and there were many elderly, weak, women and children, totaling more than 500. However, he had only fifty-seven evil soldiers.

The sun was hanging in the middle of the sky, and it had been fighting in the evil fog for so long. Yi Yan even forgot when the rain stopped.

He did not stop, looked up at the sky, grabbed a handful of wind in the void, and then closed his hands. He listened to the information in the wind. There were so many people behind him, all of whom were injured, and some of them were still supported. Yi Yan could understand the situation of the more than 300 evil soldiers with just thinking. Although all the evil soldiers he trained were injured, their evil spirits were solemnly on their bodies at this time, and they were not as tired as other evil soldiers.

Because they have the Ning Shen Talisman engraved by Yi Yan for them, they only need to let them walk quietly and estimate the time, and their "God" can recover. A person will be tired, and of course, it is not only the physical body that is tired, but also the "God" will also be weak and difficult.

Yi Yan took them in one direction, which was in the deep mountains and forests.

He heard the direction of the main force ahead leaving from the wind, but he did not follow. Because he felt that there might be Qing troops ahead, the Qing army would not be able to leave easily. But when he thought about it, Hong Xiuquan and the others were all in the main force, and there was no reason that they would know their whereabouts.

So no matter what strategy they had in their pursuit and escape, Yi Yan decided to temporarily escape into the mountains.

But will there be ambush in this vast mountain, and will there be Qing army waiting for him to hide in? The evil spirits rise in the mountains, and it is not clear.

Hong Xiuquan in the distance was also facing a difficult problem at this time. Behind him was a powerful Qing army chasing them, and he could not get rid of them no matter what.

"Report that the Qing army has chased him ten miles away."

Suddenly someone came to report, Hong Xiuquan's eyelids twitched involuntarily, and blood was splashed on Yang Xiuqing's face. After hearing the news, he showed a bit of ferociousness and said in a deep voice: "The soldiers are tired and cannot stand the battle. The enemy is strong and I am weak. I must not win."

"The plan will come out?" Xiao Chaogui asked.

"This plan is not a strategy between ordinary mortals, but a method of monks. At this time, the only way to ask those monks what magic they have can get rid of the pursuers behind them."

Hong Xiuquan suddenly said, "Please come..."
Chapter completed!