"Out of the city, walk three hundred miles eastward, turn north to eastward, nine hundred thousand miles away, enter the world of chaos, send the voice soul, and ask him if he is ready."

Jumping into the mountain stream from behind Xueyan Crystal Palace, Lu Chen and others started to escape on the boundless narrow road with Silang.

There are many masters following Lu Chen, including Zuo Qinghan, Feng Zhuyu, Yuyang, Yu Yang, Wu Tianyue, Xiao Luan, Feng Baili, Bai Xiaodao, and the worst master of the fourth-level immortal king, the four great immortal masters. Even so, Lu Chen was careful not to stay for too long. After all, Chang Zi not only had tens of thousands of disciples in Xuelian Palace, but also a giant like Panxing Palace behind her.

There is no immortal master present at the moment, and the few people can still move unimpeded. If all the immortal masters in Tongyou Realm are dispatched, it may even be a problem to escape from Tongyou.

Therefore, Lu Chen had already made preparations. They took the west route in the direction of escape, first entering the hinterland of the mountain stream, passing through the woods, and entering Tongwenwulan Mountain.

"My friend, there is a territory of Wunangshan in front of me. Xueyang Palace invites Wunangshan's immortal master Wuyou. Our whereabouts will be revealed immediately. I can only send you out of Wunangshan. The next journey will depend on my friend."

While the wind Zhuyu ran, it kept reminding Lu Chen.

"The three masters of Tongyou, the immortal emperor without Nongshan Dharma, had a chance to meet, and he was the one who surrounded the younger generation back then. I hope he would not appear." Lu Chen was upset, but the escape route had been settled and could not be changed. He had to bite the bullet and also wanted to break through.

Fortunately, in order to rescue Sihanou, Lu Chen had already found out everything. Wunangshan's Fayi Immortal Emperor would not usually go to Wunangshan to meditate, but went to his cultivation palace secret realm to practice. It was eight thousand miles away from Wunangshan. Even if he rushed over, it would take some time.

"This time, thanks to Huang Lin, we would not have escaped without the skills of him and his seniors and the way to remove the immortal puppet. Senior, let's not say much, seniors, I remember it, and he said, "We will meet again if we are destined." Lu Chen handed the four women to Wu Tianyue on his back, and he pulled out the Fengxing Talisman by himself.

"Everyone uses Fengxing Talisman, and the distance between these three hundred miles cannot be delayed."

After saying that, Lu Chen, Zuo Qinghan, Feng Baili and others used the Fengxing Talisman to slap them on their bodies at the same time. In an instant, everyone felt two green whirlwinds growing under their feet, and the speed suddenly increased by several times.

"Who is ahead, please stay..."

As soon as he entered Wunangshan territory, a monk wearing a green suit and a weak crown flew over with his sword and stood opposite Lu Chen and others.

"It's Wunangshan's disciple, kill..."

The escape was not blocked at all. Lu Chen ordered several people to fly out one after another. The Wunangshan disciples on the opposite side were just true immortals. The cultivation level of the Daluo Jinxian had never seen such a powerful master. Before he could report it, several people took action to kill him.

Several corpses fell into the mountains, and the thick blood quickly dissipated.

"Huh! Huh!"

At this moment, a large number of monks flew out from the valley not far ahead, and the leader was a level 5 immortal.

"It is Wuwei Immortal Lord Wunangshan." Feng Zhuyu's eyes calmed down and said in a deep voice: "My friend, leave Wuwei to me and send you here."

"Master." As soon as he parted, Feng Baili was a little reluctant and even called out even more.

Feng Zhuyu smiled and looked at his beloved disciple, cursing: "Boy, you are alone and you are practicing well. Don't embarrass me. Come back when you have time and go to the mountain to see me."

"Master, I will definitely not smear Chen Mu's face." Feng Baili hugged her fists sincerely, and tears flashed in her eyes. Feng Zhuyu smiled and nodded, and a piece of green bamboo was held in her hand.

"Liu Bizhu. It is the latest magic weapon refined by the master, the lower level of the king."

As Feng Baili's voice fell, Feng Zhuyu, who flew out in advance, shaking his hands and dancing the Liao Bizhu, Luotian phantom, and bamboo rays shot out, and bamboo rays shot out from the tip of the magic weapon like a string, forming a trap like a bamboo forest, trapping Wuwei Zhenren in it.

Lu Chen and others continued to speed, rushed to the opposite side like wolves and tigers and shouted like thunder. Among the Wunangshan monks' team, which was screaming and shouting, a thunder sounded thunder sounded across the ground. The secret technique of the Evil Wind Blood Sword rolled up tens of thousands of needle-sharp blood swords. The center of the Wunangshan monks' team that gathered was immediately swallowed by the blood sword vortex, leaving only the blood and flesh in the sky exploded.

Lu Chen, who was standing in the middle of the blood vortex, held the sword in one hand, his eyes like a demon. He looked at Feng Zhuyu who was standing with Wuwei, nodded with admiration and gratitude, and said sternly: "Don't delay, go..."

"Swish!Swish!Swish!"

The group of people turned into a flying rainbow, and the silver shuttle fled out of the sky.

The monk Wunongshan had never seen such a powerful opponent. The blood vortex swept wildly for a few breaths before dissipating, revealing the wreckage and the thick white bones on the ground. Seeing the monk Wuwei trembled all over and his heart was trembling.

"Huhh!"

Just when the monks of Wunangshan didn't know what to do, a large number of monks flew from Xuelian Palace. The hairs that Chang Zi had raised were flying in a mess, and her angry hair was rushing into the ice cellar. Behind her were the three masters Wuyou, Xuxing and Sun Miao. Later, there were the monks from various sects from Jiuzhou, the fairyland.

Wuyou flew over, and the Taiyuan Sword shook in the air, making a sword sound, and stood firmly in front of the monk Wunangshan.

"Disciples meet the real person." The monks of Wunongshan knelt down one after another.

The cultivators paused slightly, and looked at Feng Zhuyu, who was standing in full swing with his junior brother Wuwei not far away. He frowned and asked, "Where are the people I asked you to stop?"

One of the disciples quickly stepped forward and replied: "Return to the real person, the evildoer has fled to the east, and the other party has extremely high methods, so the disciples and others are not opponents."

Wuyou had no intention of blame in his eyes. He looked at the east sky and said in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist Xuxing, is Fellow Daoist Lu Xinghe from Panxing Palace practicing in Dongtu Mountain?"

Xu Xing lowered his head slightly and said with a serious expression: "That's right, I'll notify my senior brother immediately."

He took out the jade slip for transmission, passed the sound of the stars and passed on the Dharma sound, and went straight to Dongtu Mountain.

When I was only half a cup of tea, the entire Tongwen Realm was in chaos.

Xuelian Palace held a Zhou Xi meeting. During the meeting, a villain broke into the Crystal Palace and used powerful means to forcibly break the palace protection array that had not been shaken by anyone for thousands of years. He successfully saved the Four Immortal Lords of Yuan Xuelian. Once this news spread throughout the secret, it was like a thunder that was thrown into the deep sea of ​​the vast ocean, causing huge waves.

Zhou Xitu appeared in the world, and the chaotic immortals and ancient rivers referred to as treasure maps, the ancient rivers of the Immortal Clouds that had disappeared for nearly 100 million years were enough to alarm the nine earths of the Immortal World. However, the Immortal Clouds and Ancient Rivers have long been destroyed, and no one knows much about cultivators. In these four disasters, the only person who could find the Immortal Clouds and Ancient Rivers became the target of searching and fighting for by the masters of the entire Immortal World.

Although Zhu Youqiao only recognizes masters below the Immortal Lord, for the sake of the development of the sect and the secrets of the Youtian secrets and the three masters of the Great Immortal Sect, they all came out to pursue the whereabouts of those who dared to rob people in Xuelang Palace in public.

Dongtu Mountain, where the Immortal Lord Lu Xinghe lives in seclusion in Panxing Hall...

The East Tu Huaxing and the Heavenly Falling Arrow are the descriptions of Dongtu Mountain in the fairy world. At the top of the Despair Peak, an old man in silver-bearded and green-clothed in green stood quietly among the clouds and mists of the distant mountains. Looking at the many masked masters flying from a distance, they were calm and calm and did not show any panic.

Around the old man, a slender and even steel sword with clouds and Mercury patterns was roaring coldly, making a buzzing sound, as if it was about to move, unwilling to be lonely, it was indeed a good sword.

This sword is Yunxing, a middle-level king; this old man is Lu Xinghe. A sixth-level immortal.

"Swoosh!Swoosh!"

Several figures of the cold light were condensed and stood on the top of Dongtu Mountain. It was not that they didn't want to break through, but that everyone found that the old man and the sword were like a whole, with no loopholes around them, as if a heavenly sword was blocking everyone.

Seeing Lu Chen and others flying over, Lu Xinghe lightly covered the silver beard and said calmly: "You guys, you are so anxious to get on the road, why not come down to have a cup of tea to quench your thirst."

"It's Lu Xinghe." Yu moaned.

"Lu Xinghe?" Lu Chen frowned. He had heard of this name. In order to rescue Silang for several years, he had inquired about Tongyou's forces clearly. Lu Xinghe was the most difficult person in Panxing Hall except Panxing Immortal Emperor. His cultivation was not high, but he had the middle-level immortal sword Yunxing given by the Immortal Emperor thousands of years ago. He also received guidance from the Immortal Emperor to practice the Xingfeng Sword Technique. He can be said to be a bright person among the sword cultivators. When it comes to the skills of the sword cultivators, there are only a few in the fairy world.

When Lu Xinghe heard the other party call his name, he proudly hooked his mouth and feet. Since he got Yunxing, he has become famous for a long time and is now well-known in the fairy world.

"As soon as I know it's me, don't resist. With me and Yun Xing here, you can't leave Tongyou." Lu Xinghe said confidently. He didn't take these masters of only a few third- and fourth-level immortals seriously.

"Ancestor Sha, I and Yu Ying stay, you guys go first." Yu Yang knew it would be difficult to break through Dongtu Mountain in Lu Xinghe, and whispered.

"Are you sure?" Lu Chen frowned. The deaths of Yan Kai and the other three were still vivid in his mind many years ago. He didn't want anyone to sacrifice for himself.

"It's difficult to kill Lu Xinghe, but it's not easy for him to kill us." Yu Yang's tone was not confident, but Lu Chen had no other choice.

"Be careful." Lu Chen nodded.

Yu Yang and Yu Ying looked at each other, and their bodies flew up. In the sky, a huge cloud of fire and a cold and frosty spear appeared beside the two of them.

Lu Xinghe was stunned for a calm expression, and then he showed a shocked expression: "Qingxian Fire Cloud Art, Chijue Han Spear, you are from Qingyuezong and Shangqing Palace."

"Hmph!" Lu Xinghe recognized Yuyang and Yu Ying's magic weapon and immortal skills, cried out in a lost voice, and said in a low voice: "As far as I know, except for the Fire Emperor, Qingxian Fire Cloud Art, only one of the three masters in the sect, you are Yu Ying; Chijue Han Spear, who fought in Fenyue Valley seven thousand years ago, was given the greatest contribution by the Wood Emperor. Are you Yu Yang?"

"Haha, it's true that he is the leader of the four elders of Pan Xing, and he can't hide it from your eyes."

Yuyang and Yu Ying had no intention of returning to the sect. After being recognized by Lu Xinghe, they pulled the fat robe wrapped around them and stood in the sky with awe.

Qingxian Fire Cloud Art, the eighth level of heavenly secrets.

Chijue Han Spear, the king's lower-level natal magic weapon.

The cultivation of the two masters soared to a level comparable to that of Lu Xinghe with all their strength.

"Shangqing, Qing said, "Water and Fire are incompatible, how can you two get together?" Lu Xinghe thought that the only one who snatched the four disasters was the little devil in the fairy world, and came for the sake of Zhuyou (8). He did not expect that there would appear two disciples from the Immortal City here.

With his eyes on Lu Chen, Lu Xinghe, who had a sharp eye, immediately discovered the problem: "Who are you?"

These words were asked to Lu Chen.

"Ancestor Sha, you go first, let's stop him." Yuyang would not give Lu Xinghe a chance to expose Lu Chen's side. The Chijue's cold spear slashed the arrow with a hundred-foot ice light, breaking the constraints of the void, opening the heaven and earth passage of the terrifying cold current mixed with black holes and creating a chaotic blade, rushing towards Lu Xinghe.

"Let's go." Lu Chen was sure that there would be casualties in this escape. He gritted his teeth and turned into a silver star to escape to the distance.

"Shangqing, Qingyue, the two masters of Qingyue joined forces. You either were entrusted by the sect or had other plans. No one of you would leave today." He watched Lu Chen and others escape, but they tried to stop Lu Xinghe, who was blocked by the burning fire clouds, was full of anger and roared wildly. The three of them fought alone at the top of Dongtu Mountain.
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