I don’t know how long this situation lasted. It was not until two days later that the light on the old man finally dimmed. At this moment, the people from the other two teams also rushed back.

Everyone looked at the old man with sadness. If the Archbishop before looked only about seventy years old, then now he looks like an old man who is about to die. Although his back is still straight, the wrinkles on his face are as dense as a tree wheel.

The surface of the stick held by the old man had already become gray. With just a light move, the stick turned into powder and sprinkled on the ground.

But he didn't care about this. He reached out and pointed to the space channel condensed in front of him. There was indescribable fatigue in his voice, but he was full of firmness: "Start and capture the blasphemers back to the church for judgment."

"Abide by your order!"

Everyone responded, one of them entered the space passage first, while the others escorted the Archbishop closely behind. When everyone entered the passage, the light gate disappeared in the air, as if it had never appeared before.

The surrounding bugs continued to rush over after finding the enemy, and soon filled the blank space. Even if someone came here to check, they might not find any traces.

...

On another island that is unknown how far away from this island, Irlandon seemed to be sensing when the Archbishop connected the space channel, frowned slightly, and murmured to himself: "This old guy is crazy? He actually used this trick. Could that person really be the son of fate?"

He looked at the large disc in his hand, which marked with light spots like stars. It seemed that it was the location of the land island in this area, and there were a line connected to many places above, which was a bit like a road map.

Irlandon looked at one of the areas on the disc and frowned and thought for a moment, as if he was deciding something, but then shook his head and stretched his eyebrows again.

"Since you are here to observe, don't enter the venue first. If he is really the son of fate, then he will not be so easily killed by the old guy. Now, maybe the time has just passed."

After talking to himself, Irlanton showed a gentle smile again on his face. He looked at the teleportation array lit up on the ground in front of him, and clicked on the disc. One of the dim light spots actually lit up. Then he stepped into the teleportation array and disappeared in this area.

As for the insects on this land island, Irlandon ignored them at all. He just opened a shield and blocked the insects outside, and he was too lazy to even kill.

...

At the moment when the jar containing the eyes was broken, Gibbs seemed to have some sense and took out a piece of jade carved with runes from the ring. Looking at the dim light and cracked marks on it, he snorted coldly, his face becoming quite ugly.

The jar is broken, which means Mu Yun took out his eyes.

Since Mu Yun can escape his pursuit, he will not underestimate Mu Yun. Breaking the jar is definitely not a reckless act. He may have already known some secrets of his eyes.

In other words, the other party will soon or soon break through the eighth level. Compared with the people of the Holy Church and Irlandon, although they are both holy realms, they are temporarily chasing after all. They are not prepared enough, and it is not so easy to find Mu Yun's island.

In addition, the island where Gibbs himself is located is quite far from Mu Yun, and even if he is in a sacred realm, he cannot feel the situation above Mu Yun.

The Holy Land is not invincible.

But this did not make Gibbs give up the idea of ​​chasing. At the moment of breaking, he also locked in the direction of the island where Mu Yun was located, and relying on some props, it was still possible to find Mu Yun’s place.

Since the situation discussed outside the Secret Realm pointed out Mu Yun’s identity about fate, as long as it is a sacred realm, they will have an idea of ​​finding Mu Yun, and Gibbs is no exception.

...

On the island where Kesero was located, he was dealing with the surrounding insects, while searching for the teleportation array of the island. Seeing that he was not anxious or slow, he thought he was playing.

But when the vortex was completely formed, Kesero looked over there as if he felt something, and his eyes were flashing.

"It finally appeared. This wave doesn't look like an eighth-level one. Tsk tsk, there is indeed a big secret hidden in this kid."

Kesero stopped thinking for a moment, raised his head and continued to feel it, and finally snorted: "Let the guys in the Light Church explore the way first. They should be the most anxious. I don't believe they can go out here immediately. If they are injured, there is a chance to get rid of that old guy."

After talking to himself, even though he was not anxious, he couldn't help but speed up some of his pace.

...

Just as the vortex was formed and many sacred domains of land islands determined Mu Yun's location with their own experience and abilities, the battle between Mu Yun and the tentacles also entered a white-hot stage.

More than a dozen dancing tentacles were still constantly hitting Mu Yun's body. After these two days of fighting as table tennis, Mu Yun finally adapted.

Anyone who is beaten like this will either adapt or give up completely.

Mu Yun was still being beaten by tentacles, but during the process of being beaten, he could always adjust his body position, and instead used the attack of the tentacles to pounce on other tentacles at a faster speed.

This was what he realized during the process of being beaten.

If you want to dodge the attack of tentacles, then when both sides have similar soul-visual effects, it is difficult for Mu Yun to get it, and he can only be beaten passively.

But if you just adjust your body posture, it will be different. Tentacles will not pay attention to what Mu Yun changed.

It's like slapping a mosquito with an electric mosquito. You don't care about the changes in the mosquito's limbs, you just care about whether it's not within the attack range of your own beat.

It doesn't seem to be a difference, but it's a big difference for Mu Yun.

After adjusting the posture, the tentacles slapped him again, which would be equivalent to giving Mu Yun a help. He would use this force to rush towards another tentacle at a faster speed and use the soul blade to break the surface of the tentacles.

At first, the effect was the opposite. When Mu Yun used the force to hit another tentacle, he was beaten back by the tentacles.

This feeling is not very wonderful, it is no different from an ordinary person who directly hits his head against the wall. His whole head is dizzy, which leads to being beaten for the next period of time.

The results of practicing in the early years gradually emerged at this time. Although the body of the life system has no prominent points, it pays attention to a balance. The balance of the limbs also allows Mu Yun to quickly adjust in such a state and find the best point of force through changes in the body's details.

Now the tentacles are still dancing wildly, but Mu Yun is also constantly attacking.

The wounds slashed out by the sword made the pure soul energy radiate out from it. The white light in the sky was like a mass of blood mist splashed out by a sharp blade, and Mu Yun greedily absorbed it from it.
Chapter completed!