In early autumn, the air was already a little cool. From the lush and hurrying forests in the West to the east, they were woods, official roads, reeds and the vast and surging crossing river...

On the other end of the river are the yellow wheat fields. The golden ears are like a huge golden carpet. With the autumn wind blowing from the west, wave after wave, falling towards the east, contrasting with the ripples of the blue waves, complementing each other... Looking east along the golden wheat, the shadow of a mountain appeared hazy in the morning mist. It was only a few miles away from the wheat fields on the edge of the river crossing...

The warm light above the head was slowly sprinkling, making the golden color of the wheat fields even brighter. This was the noon in early autumn, which rarely made the coolness weaker, giving people a comfortable and warm feeling.

However, no matter how warm the light is, it cannot withstand the chill that has lasted for nearly three months in my heart. In the wheat fields that are more than one person tall, a pair of blood-filled but vigilant eyes staring straight at the western sky, just like the eyes of a fire wolf in the wilderness, with an indescribable solemnity...

After escaping from Xiaonanling, he crossed dozens of giant mountains along the way, nearly seven or eight dense forests. Lu Chen was like a can of running honey, and escaped for three months with nearly a hundred bee colonies with needles behind him.

For three months, Lu Chen had no chance to close his eyes. He had never understood why the group of "bees" behind him had such a powerful and keen sense of smell. No matter where he escaped, they would follow him.

You have gone up the mountain and down the river. You have been hiding the cave for ten days. When you come out again, you haven't run far away. The flying swords like rushing in the back will always appear in front of you in a very quick time. The murderous faces on the flying swords are as if they owe them 108 yuan in a row, and they have to get them back.

"***, it's a hell." Lu Chen was dormant in the wheat fields, his slightly sideways made him have an ear close to the ground, and his slanted eyes kept looking at the clear sky inside and outside the clouds with vigilant eyes, and then spreading his spiritual sense out, carefully and carefully looking at the movements in several miles.

This breathing is held, and even if an earthworm crawls lazily, Lu Chen will be carefully caught by him.

I stayed silent for a long time after listening to the wind. Sure enough, several sounds of breaking the wind came from the west and the south sides at the same time.

Lu Chen didn't move. He was quiet like a corpse that had lost his vitality, and he didn't dare to release any breath. But in his heart, he kept counting silently...

"One, two...a total of six, two of which are early stages of foundation building."

He thought in his mind that Lu Chen had also investigated the cultivation level of the disciples of Guiyuan Sect whom he had found. After three months, Lu Chen had been careful and had to endure it several times when he had the opportunity to take action, but he couldn't help it now.

"***, if you want to die, Master Dao fulfills your wish..."

Quietly dormant, Lu Chen's spirit suddenly became tense, and the surface of the ground pressed by half of his arm sank unknowingly.

The six flying swords above the head were slowly gathering together, and the figures on the flying sword were also unable to sweep the wheat fields below carefully, without letting go.

Lu Chen's spiritual consciousness was wide open, and he was sure that there was no help within a radius of ten miles, so he secretly planned a lightning-like killing. He had already planned to make a plan. This process must be fast, kill, capture, and force the other party to tell why he could find his own trace, then silence him, and finally escape to the deep mountains in the distance. He did it in one go, and there was no mistake at all.

The distance was getting closer, and several flying sword eyes were about to come to him. Lu Chen felt fierce and his whole body was like a big bow that had drawn a full moon, ejected from the wheat fields, and a purple-black electric light was thrown out first...

"Swoosh~"

The lower-grade magic weapon, the previous owner, was Zeng Li, who died tragically under his command. The purple electric cone had never been used in the fairy association, so it was impossible to find a suitable opportunity. As a hidden weapon magic weapon, the purple electric cone definitely has the unpredictable lethality of gods and ghosts. The purple electric cone flashed purple light, and its first target was a middle-aged monk with the early stage of foundation building...

"Puff~"

Without any deviation, the purple electric cone suddenly flew out from the feet of several monks, and accurately penetrated the monk's jaw, bringing out a blood mist from his head. A monk in the early stage of foundation building was like an ant in Lu Chen's eyes. He killed him if he wanted to kill him, and he instantly lost, giving the other party no chance to shout.

The sudden change shocked the remaining five Guiyuan Sect monks. It was at this time that two figures rose up from the wheat field one by one, one by one, one by one.

Black and white, extremely obvious color difference...

Half a year has passed, and so far, the remaining five Guiyuan Sect cultivators remembered that they and others had almost forgotten the instructions they had brought them with them.

"Yuhu, not alone..."

Black and white evil spirits...

"Jin Xiu, work..."

The low shout was like the sound of an old cow's mooing sound. Several monks were about to start a mantra and ignite the sound transmission notes, but suddenly they were covered by two figures of white and black.

The fierce eyes reappear...

A ray of black light flashed out in his eyes, which had once blew the flames. The dark brightness flashed through the star spots. The five people felt that their spiritual consciousness was cut off by a strange force, causing the movement to pause for a moment.

Just taking a breath can make Lu Chen do enough things. From the appearance to the appearance of the pale sword light and the golden sword light did not bring back the consciousness of a few people. The four big heads were rushing into the sky by a spurted blood fountain.

The light shone from the top of the head shone on the blood fountain, presenting a terrifying and chilling color.

After killing five people in a while, Lu Chen's method was extremely decisive. The monk who had not been killed seemed to feel his heart veins twitching, and his hands and feet were twitching constantly.

"Ba~"

The black and white shadow in the shock had no sound except for the low contemplation. When a crisp sound came into his ears, the monk discovered that his throat had been pinched tightly by a large green hand, and his body sank rapidly with the white shadow that had appeared for a moment.

"Puff~"

When he returned to the wheat field, Lu Chen's expression was tense. He first told Jin Xiu to be careful and alert, and then he surrounded his fierce eyes on the monk's face.

"Be honest, I'll ask you and answer it. There's half a lie, I'll die..."

The monk was obviously shocked. Although he had seen Lu Chen show his divine power in the Xiaonanling Mountain Road before, he had never believed that anyone could kill a monk with the tenth level of Qi training or even more powerful strength like himself in such a short time. This decisive method of killing is really not inferior to any late-stage expert in foundation building...

Lu Chen's eyes were extremely cold and he looked at the monk like a god of death. The monk did not dare to move rashly, so he quickly blinked.

Lu Chen easily opened his right hand pressing against his throat, so that he could take a breath, and asked, "Tell me honestly, how did you find me?"

While speaking, Lu Chen deliberately added a little strength to his hands, making the monk feel that his throat would be cut off the next moment.

The monk quickly showed a look of fear and stammered: "No, I don't know... Senior Brother Cheng Shou is responsible for guiding the way... I... we don't know."

"I don't know?" Lu Chen was a little disappointed.

Just then, the voice of the old man Qijing suddenly rang out in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Don't believe him, he said panic..."

When the voice came, Lu Chen's eyes turned cold, and he pinched the monk's neck extremely tightly, and snorted angrily: "Boy, dare to pretend to be garlic for Master Dao. Believe it or not, I will throw you into the river to feed the fish now."

"I, I really don't know..." The monk's eyes flashed in deceit, and he still didn't tell the truth.

"Someone is here, there is no time, hurry up and search the soul..." Old man Qi Jing urged.

Soul searching is the only immortal method that Lu Chen taught Lu Chen in the past three months, besides suppressing evil fire.

It is said to be an immortal method, but in fact, the trick to search souls comes from the Demonic Way, and it is also one of the more ordinary but extremely practical methods of the Demon Sect.

The magic trick of searching souls can forcibly break the blockade of the sea of ​​consciousness of the cultivator and learn about the other party's memories and everything they know. The person who was searched for the soul was also quite miserable. Not only did the three souls and seven spirits dissipate, but they could not return to the earthly energy and be reborn.

Old Man Qi Jing's spiritual sense was many times stronger than himself. Hearing his reminder, a murderous intent appeared on Lu Chen's face. After a moment, Lu Chen directly used the soul searching technique.

After forcibly breaking through the other party's sea of ​​consciousness, the monk's memories belonged to Lu Chen. The monk's memories were replayed in his mind. After a moment, Lu Chen's face turned ashen.

"Shadow Chasing Talisman?"

Lu Chen frowned and hurriedly took off his robe, hiding in the wheat field, searched carefully (7) and suddenly found that there was a little golden powder mark behind his robe.

Lu Chen suddenly changed color. When he escaped from Xiaonanling, Zeng Shuo furiously shot out the golden light. At first Lu Chen thought the other party was in a hurry to shoot out an inconspicuous hidden weapon. Now it seems that Zeng Shuo had already expected that in order to prevent himself from escaping, he had left a clue to his pursuit. This shadow-chasing talisman can lock Lu Chen's breath tightly and determine the range of fifty miles of the talisman.

"Shadow Chasing Talisman? What else do you want to chase after me this time?" He angrily threw the Taoist robe into the Hetao. Lu Chen touched his nose. Before leaving, he took off the waist card of the Guiyuan Sect disciple on the cultivator and put it away, and then quietly touched the direction of the distant town.

...

After a while, dozens of figures appeared in the sky, and the person in charge was Zeng Shuo with a murderous look on his face.

When they arrived at the river bank, everyone saw a few bloody corpses. When they looked at the monk whose eyes had lost their glory and were not angry, Zeng Shuo couldn't help but roar with rage.

The roar was accompanied by an extremely powerful sound wave magic power, which directly knocked the corpse of the soul-searching cultivator into residue.

"Look for me, no longer chasing shadows, I have to find Yuhu for me...find..."

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