Feeling that Wei Lin's route deviated from theirs, Wei Yu said, "I'll intercept it."
Zhenjun Fushu stretched out his hand to stop him: "There are many secrets in this child's body, and there is no room for them to be lost. I will work with you."
After saying that, he told Master Danyang on the side: "Danyang, you stay and protect the spirit boat."
Yunli silently drew out her dream-killing knife and was about to speak when someone next to her was surprised, "Junior Sister Yun, are you going too?"
"Devils and thieves should be punished by everyone. As a disciple of Taiyi, it is our duty to do so!" Yunli nodded seriously, saying it was a matter of course.
An Ran's lips twitched, feeling that she had just been worrying blindly. With her righteous expression, no one would have thought that she actually wanted to save people.
Lin Miaotong did not miss any opportunity to attack those who were close to An Ran, and said sarcastically: "He is not an ordinary foundation-building stage. Many Jindan stage monks in Fengyin Plains have fallen under his hands. Are you the only one? Haha."
Yunli looked at her and made an impassioned speech: "What Senior Sister Lin said is different, evil cannot prevail over good. As a disciple of Taiyi, how can I be afraid!"
These words put the other non-alchemist foundation-building disciples into a dilemma. They naturally did not want to come into contact with such a cruel demon like Qianjiu, and originally planned to stay on the spirit boat peacefully.
It's good now. If she says that if they don't go, they are greedy for life and afraid of death, and are not worthy to be disciples of Taiyi Sect. Moreover, a junior sister who has just established the foundation has gone. If they don't go, where will they put their faces?
Secretly glaring at the figure standing upright, everyone could only pinch their noses and express to Zhenjun Fushu that they also wanted to do their best.
The juniors have such great ambitions, how could Zhenjun Fushu refuse them?
These juniors really need a lot of experience. In the past few years, in the pursuit of Qianjiu Moyou, the younger generation of the four major sects have lost face.
This time, I and others were standing by to lead them to catch Qianjiu. If the face could not be picked up, the face would have to be regained.
Feeling that the coolness was getting closer and closer, Wei Lin made a quick decision, descended from a high altitude, and instead flew over the wasteland close to the withered grass.
Zhenjun Fushu led everyone to follow him down. When he saw the withered grass and trees, he paused and rose a little higher. He told everyone: "Keep this height and stay away from the withered grass."
Yunli was puzzled and looked down. It was just ordinary withered grass. What were you doing away from it?
The other three foundation-building monks were also puzzled, but they didn't ask any more questions. There was no doubt about Nascent Soul's powerful words.
Seeing that these people didn't take it seriously, Zhenjun Fushu reminded him: "On Fengyin Plains, most of the people who are chasing him are Golden Core cultivators."
Although these disciples are not the elites of the sect, they are still inner sect disciples. It is a pity to lose them.
Several disciples were stunned and then gasped. They only knew that Qianjiu Fengyin used fire to burn to death the monks who were chasing him, but they didn't know the specific details.
I thought that most of the dead were Foundation-building monks, and one or two Golden Core-stage monks were unable to dodge and were plotted by him. The rumors of a bunch of Golden Core-stage monks chasing after him were just exaggerations of the Xiao family.
After all, a bunch of Golden Core Stage monks couldn't stop a Foundation Establishment Stage monk, and they all died at his hands, which was embarrassing.
Zhenjun Fushu looked forward, his eyes burning and cautious.
The fire on Fengyin Plains came and went strangely, if the Xiao family had not witnessed a group of Jindan monks chasing Qianjiu into Fengyin Plains.
Afterwards, the identities were checked one by one. Faced with the charred ground, no one dared to believe that those were almost all Jindan stage corpses.
There were many charred corpses gathered in one place. It was obvious that they had caught up with Qianjiu and were about to take action, but Qianjiu used strange fire to burn them to death in an instant.
There were only two corpses far away. It was unknown whether they had fled to a distance after the incident and were burned to death, or whether they had been engulfed by the spreading fire before they could catch up.
This incident was too weird. In order not to cause panic, the Xiao family immediately blocked the news after arriving at the scene and kept silent about the matter.
Occasionally there was a rumor that Duo Duo was a Jindan cultivator, but no one really believed it. They all thought it was the Xiao family trying to save face for their failed pursuit.
If so many golden elixir cultivators died at the hands of Qian Jiu, then the lord of Anxi City of the Xiao family who died at his hands would no longer be conspicuous.
If the various sects had not reached an agreement in Nanling City four years ago to eradicate Can Ye Pavilion first and then discuss the Eastern Continent, the Xiao family would not have informed them of these details.
Only then did they realize that what they had overlooked was that it must be a strange fire that could burn the Golden Core cultivator to death in an instant, and it must be a high-grade strange fire!
These words reminded Yunli that Fei Yan was the best choice in this world.
As the distance got closer and closer, Yunli reached the sound transmission range, not caring about the danger of being intercepted by the presence of True Lord Nascent Soul, and quickly transmitted the sound: "Fire attack."
Wei Lin in front also had this plan. He changed from flying in the air to flying close to the wasteland. Firstly, he wanted to remind Fushu and others who were pursuing him of Feng Yin's original scruples; secondly, as a last resort, he could cooperate with the use of Fei Yan. Force them back.
Seeing that Yunli had understood his intention and the distance was getting closer, Wei Lin backhanded a Fire Spirit Technique combined with the Wind Movement Technique to hit the withered grass behind him.
There were dry grass and trees everywhere in the wasteland, and the fire spread in the wind.
Upon noticing his movement, Zhenjun Fushu immediately led everyone to fly high into the sky.
"It's just ordinary fire." After sensing the spreading fire with his spiritual consciousness, Wei Yu couldn't help but murmured to himself.
"Don't be careless."
The distance between the two sides was getting closer. After leaving these words, Zhenjun Fushu suddenly accelerated and pursued forward with all his strength.
Master Wei Yu followed closely behind, and the remaining four Yunli also drove their magical weapons at lightning speed, and the distance between the six of them gradually widened.
After encountering the surging fire, Yunli took the opportunity to throw the Feiyan into the sea of fire, and the Feiyan turned into dots of crimson light and merged into the sea of fire.
Zhenjun Fushu, who was about to catch up with Wei Lin, his heart skipped a beat, his body dodgeed, he escaped into the sky, and turned around and shouted: "Be careful!"
The sudden violent shouting caused the fire below to surge, and the real person Wei Yu who was a little behind was burned by the sudden explosion of fire.
The scorching heat made his scalp explode, and he waved his hand down without thinking, cutting off the robe that was burned by the sparks.
After rising to a high altitude, he lowered his head and glanced at the clothing material that was engulfed by sparks. Master Wei Yu was sweating coldly. This was no ordinary clothing material, but a top-grade cassock. It was beyond the reach of ordinary golden elixir monks.
The few foundation-building cultivators at the back were lucky. The crimson flames spread forward. When they heard Zhenjun Fushu's call, they quickly drove their magic weapons into the sky.
Ahead, Wei Lin's figure was like lightning, ignoring the movement behind him and flying wildly.
Suddenly, in front of the wilderness, a touch of green came into view. Doubts flashed in his mind, but he did not dare to stop at all. If he hesitated for a moment, he might be overtaken.
Zhenjun Fushu lowered his eyes and looked at the crimson color floating below. The hot temperature made his heart beat with fear. The burning feeling was so far away that he still felt his soul trembling.
With a flash of light in his eyes, he chased after him again. A blue flag gun suddenly appeared in his hand. With his spiritual power flowing, he threw it fiercely. The flag gun broke through the air and thrust diagonally downward.
Its speed was so fast that the air around it almost caused sparks from friction. It quickly passed Fei Yan and caught up with Wei Lin in front.
A huge force of energy hit his back, like a ray of light on his back. Without thinking, Wei Lin moved his sword towards the right side.
Bang!
Dust and mud were flying, and my back was burning. The greenery had completely come into view. It was a huge pale green tree, with a lush crown and tall trunk, full of vitality.
In such a wilderness where dead grass regenerates, such vibrant green trees are obviously strange. However, at this time, he didn't care. He pressed all the spiritual power of his limbs into the flying sword and flew past like lightning.
The future is unknown and the rear is dangerous. He knows how to choose without having to think about it.
After he passed by the green trees, the big tree standing quietly suddenly began to tremble, its roots quickly shrunk, and it transformed into a young man wearing green clothes and green eyes.
The young man looked at the fire spreading in the distance, his green eyes dancing with awe. He waved his sleeves, lifting pieces of turf and sending dust and mud flying.
Soon, everything was bare for thousands of miles, and then a vine wrapped around the flag gun that flew up again and pulled it back.
The fire surging behind has no burning material and no longer spreads, but it does not extinguish for a long time. The scorching waves of air are watching eagerly from the side, making people's souls tremble.
"It's you!"
Feeling that his natal magical weapon was being blocked, Zhenjun Fushu fell from the sky, saw the person clearly, and immediately became alert.
"Midorima, what do you mean?"
The green-eyed boy waved, returned the flag gun to True Lord Fushu, and said gently: "Your gun pierced my roots and disturbed my sleep."
At this time, Master Weiyu from behind also fell down. When he saw Midoriya, he was stunned for a moment, then quickly came to Mr. Fushu, looking at Midoriya warily.
Yunli's consciousness scanned and saw that they were stopped. She felt relieved and controlled her banana fan to fly lower.
The Huanshi Ling hangs down under the cover of the belt, and the crimson flames quickly gather on the Huanshi Ling, and are taken back to the Dantian along the Orange Ling.
The senior brother has left. If Feiyan still exists, they should have seen the clues.
