"This kid still dares to scold me."
Lu Dongbin admired Mao Yongan's escaping form from a high position.
What surprised him was that although Mao Yongan looked fat, his body was surprisingly flexible.
He seemed to be running away without any plan, but he was always able to dodge attacks from behind at critical moments.
So skillful.
It's like I'm going through this kind of training every moment.
...
Mao Yongan ran farther and farther, and dense sweat appeared on his face, washing away some of the blood that had solidified on his face.
But Lu Dongbin obviously had no sympathy for him.
Seeing that the blood energy emanating from his body had dissipated a lot, and he no longer had much appeal to the ghost soldiers, he kindly picked up a wooden bucket again and poured water on Mao Yongan accurately from mid-air.
I took a bloody bath.
Suddenly, under the cold blood water, Mao Yongan ran faster.
Many ghost soldiers who had originally wanted to give up the pursuit roared and chased desperately.
then...
This is how the great escape from the wasteland took place.
Even as he ran, more and more ghost soldiers appeared behind him, and some were very close, coming from all directions.
Here we can see Mao Yongan’s spirituality.
His escape was definitely not aimless, but full of purpose.
He can always choose the most reasonable route, and will not let the ghost soldiers stand directly in front of him, affecting his escape speed.
Although it sounds relatively simple, it is really difficult to do this in such a crisis and tense time.
At least if you don't have experience, you won't be able to do this.
"not bad..."
Lu Dongbin murmured as he looked down at Mao Yongan, who had been running for two hours without being caught.
and...
To his surprise, the ones chasing him were no longer just ghost soldiers. As they continued deeper into the wasteland, two ghost generals would occasionally appear. The moment he saw Mao Yongan, a look of madness burst out in his eyes, desperate for his life. He chased Mao Yongan.
Even more persistent than those ghost soldiers.
This made Lu Dongbin very puzzled.
It shouldn't be.
My own blood was purified by Dao sect seniors and was only effective against ghost soldiers.
He's at the level of a ghost general, and he hasn't poured it yet.
Was it a mistake?
But even if he joined the ghost general's pursuit, although Mao Yongan became much more embarrassed, he could still barely hold on and prevent himself from being caught up.
Stuck within just the right range.
"Stop chasing me!"
"I'm not a beautiful woman. I'm just a fool to pursue you!"
At this time, Mao Yongan's breathing became very violent, and his whole body looked full of exhaustion, but he did not dare to stop.
Who knows whether what the madman in the sky said is true or false.
If you really don’t save yourself, then there is really no place to cry!
And it seems that the lunatic might actually be able to do such a thing.
This is the scariest thing.
Thinking about it, Mao Yongan gritted his teeth and increased his running speed. However, the physical fitness of the people in Daocheng was average.
His calves were almost cramped, and he could only hold on until now with just one breath.
Just like an ordinary person, even if he doesn't exercise much, if he is chased by a killer with a knife, he will burst out with tenacity that he has never experienced before.
Under the threat of life, one's potential will always burst out.
Moreover, Mao Yongan is not really an ordinary person. The fruit he ate from Meng Po improved his physical quality a little.
In addition, I am quite experienced, so for a while...
Still holding up.
However, Mao Yongan's state has greatly exceeded Lu Dongbin's expectations.
In his imagination, Mao Yongan could only run for half an hour until he died. This was the best guess.
But as time passed, it was already two and a half hours, and many inexplicable ghost generals were added to it, which was equivalent to doubling the difficulty, but Mao Yongan was still persisting.
This is unreasonable.
Gradually, Lu Dongbin looked at Mao Yongan with a hint of appreciation.
And gradually, he even stopped pouring blood on Mao Yong'an. Firstly, it was not necessary, there were enough ghost generals, and secondly, the blood contained some medicinal materials developed exclusively by Daocheng, which could improve people's physique.
For a first timer like Mao Yongan, three barrels are enough, and any more is a waste.
As he kept running, Mao Yongan clearly felt that the sticky blood on the surface of his body was constantly squeezing into his body along the pores.
Then it turns into streams of heat and integrates into your own cells.
Improving one's physical quality.
He instantly understood that this should be something that the Taoist seniors had researched.
only...
Is it interesting for these old bastards who don't even exercise themselves and come up with such crazy things to torture the younger generation?
Don't you feel shameless?
Mao Yongan was cursing crazily in his heart, but with the support of energy, his endurance was much stronger.
But soon, Mao Yongan became desperate.
A semi-king-level ghost passed by. After seeing Mao Yongan, his eyes turned red and blood-red in an instant.
Full of anger, violence, madness...
With almost no hesitation, he joined the army chasing Mao Yongan in an instant.
As a result, his pressure increased.
With his current running speed, it would be too difficult to escape the pursuit of a half-king.
If he had mental strength, it would be better, and it could even be said that there was no pressure. He had rich experience in avoiding the half-king's pursuit.
But in purely physical terms...
Too difficult.
The half-king's nails were very long, with a slight black aura, and he scratched Mao Yongan's back with one claw.
Suddenly, a hideous wound appeared on Mao Yongan's back, and blood continued to flow.
"Is the limit half-king level?"
"It's a good first time."
Lu Dongbin looked at Mao Yongan's back and murmured to himself: "It's time to end."
As he spoke, he controlled the flying sword and dropped it downwards.
But the next second, his figure paused.
Because Mao Yongan's wound healed on its own after slowly squirming for a moment.
And at this moment, Mao Yongan's body speed increased again.
Mao Yongan also felt something strange in his body.
This is completely different from the blood on the body surface, but comes from your own stomach.
Po Meng’s meat!
Mao Yongan reacted instantly.
However, this flesh seems to be more destructive than blood. Does he need to be injured in order to improve?
What kind of perversions are these?
Mao Yongan wants to cry but has no tears!
However, with the blessing of meat, his running speed became a little faster.
But still can't outrun the Half King...
The next second, there was another gentle paw.
Mao Yongan jumped on the spot in pain and sped up his escape.
