"Go back to the Taoist temple and report to the mission successfully." Yu Ci smiled. Although this time there were twists and turns, at least there were no casualties.

Han Bingli nodded, put away his long sword and followed everyone.

The first ray of sunlight rises from the horizon.

The sun rose, and the sky was red.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, did you discover in advance that Jin Yang attacked us, so that he put poison?" Han Bingli suddenly asked.

"That's not. Although I guess Jin Yang's identity, I don't know what he is going to do."

"I wonder if you poisoned it in advance?" Han Bingli's beautiful eyes widened.

"Just in case."

God knows what this old demon wants to do, and no one who practices this life-sustaining technique is a good thing.

If he really poisons his friendly troops to death, no one else knows that it is him, and Wan Ming will take the blame.

When I returned to the foot of the mountain, everyone's horses were gone.

It was probably stolen or Jin Yang was killed.

So everyone left with their own means.

"My fellow Taoists, I'll leave first and meet in front of the mountain gate."

Han Bingli lightly, his sword energy lingered all over his body, and a few lightly, disappearing from everyone's sight.

Yan Xinglie seemed to transform into a tiger and leopard, walking through the jungle.

The remaining Tang Bing and Yu Ci are not good at body skills, so they can only use their true energy to walk slightly faster than ordinary carriages.

As the two walked, they found that Lu Qian was missing.

"Huh? Where is Fellow Daoist Lu Qian?" Yu Ci looked around.

"Where?" Tang Bing pointed at the front without any certainty.

I saw a smoky black mist rising in front of me.

In the fog, eight paper men with horrible appearances were carrying white sedan chairs, their cheeks were red, their faces were smiling, and their speed was light.

One step at a time, silently.

The wind is blowing, and the dark clouds are vast.

It is gloomy and weird, like a ghost king traveling.
Chapter completed!