"Bang", a ball of fiery red fireworks exploded over the top of the mountain several miles away, and the sound spread twenty or thirty miles away.
Zhang Wenfeng put away the flying sword in a thought, took off the bamboo hat, and handed it to Monk Fayuan with both hands: "The mountains are high and the rivers are long, Master, let's say goodbye here. See you later!"
There are still more than sixty miles left to reach the border. With his whereabouts exposed in such an unexpected way, there is no need for the monk to accompany him.
Fayuan was not polite and took the bamboo hat: "Wait a minute, you can take these talismans."
Zhang Wenfeng took it and unfolded it. He saw that they were all landscape moving talismans, which were practical and useful tools for fighting. He smiled and cupped his hands to indicate that he was about to leave this place as quickly as possible. The monk then sent a message: "I'll go first," he said. Take care!”
Jumping up, the monk lowered his straw hat and flew south.
A white robe stood out above the treetops under the night sky, and he flew far away at lightning speed.
There were fireworks going off and exploding in two directions, and faint human voices could be heard.
Zhang Wenfeng gave him away, and the monk took great pains. Before leaving, he used such a big fanfare to help him attract the secret sentry and confuse the masters who were chasing after him for a long distance. He understood.
After waiting for a moment, he was still flying along the river without touching his feet.
On the way, he didn't meet any black witch puppets who were waiting for probing. He successfully left the territory of Great Liang for about ten miles and fled to the woods to the east. During these three days of sneaking, he specifically asked the monks how to avoid fortune-telling. division tracking.
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On the premise that the diviner has mastered the aura items on his body and has not covered up the secret treasures, it is very difficult to avoid the calculation and deduction of the diviner of the same level.
He tried several times with the monk while resting during the day, and found that he could concentrate on using the Wood Hidden Technique. When he integrated with the trees, he could avoid the monk's "Law of Cause and Effect Technique" to trace the subtle context.
But there is a drawback to this method, he cannot move.
It was a mixed blessing for him.
The third-level witch cultivators who were chasing him dispersed, and relatively few masters were placed on the southern border.
Those who used low-level puppets and zombies to lurk, explore and contain were all second-level witch cultivators. It took time for masters from other places to rush over. In addition, the monks disrupted the rhythm and confused the diviners who got the news. About half of him A head start of more than an hour.
Flying at low altitude for more than fifty miles along the outer edge of the Luobao Ridge Forest, Zhang Wenfeng buried three aura stones with his aura on the road to confuse the diviners' speculations.
With the expert guidance of the monk, he would make the divination master of the witch clan tired to the point of vomiting blood.
He turned to fly north and buried two more spiritual energy stones.
He used the vitality of the vegetation to cover up the smell on his body, and then turned in a circle to the south, approaching the Changqing River that flows southeast from the Great Liang Realm.
The river is more than twice as wide, with water from mountain streams pouring in from time to time.
He flew along the river in the big forest, and it was not easy to lose his bearings.
He didn't dare to fly high in the sky, so he had to fly low with the help of trees to avoid being seen from afar.
As we go deeper into the Luobao Ridge forest, we encounter more little monsters on both sides of the river bank.
From time to time, little monsters that did not know whether to live or die would jump out of the jungle and trees to attack, but he would quickly dodge them using the Nine Palace Steps and fly away. He did not want to leave any obvious clues.
He flew more than three hundred miles, burying several spiritual energy stones along the way, and arrived at the "Ghost Shadow Canyon" he had preset.
The Changqing River splits into two parts here, each going their own way.
It was almost dawn, so I first went around ten miles away to bury two spiritual energy stones, and then returned to the towering forest on the hillside opposite the canyon. I found a large branch with lush leaves facing the east and sat cross-legged on it. On the top, use your magical power to enter a state of stillness, absorb the energy of the big trees to cover yourself, and slowly adjust your breath to eliminate distracting thoughts.
He used the Wood Hidden Technique. No matter how many people scanned the area with their spiritual consciousness, they would not be able to find him.
But for a while, he was unable to integrate with the breath of the big tree. At critical moments, his ability to be alert and inactive no longer worked. Even though his heart was calm, he was still a little anxious.
He warned himself not to be impatient, closed his eyes and recited the scriptures silently, washing himself with invisible golden light.
I believe that there are arrangements along the way that allow the fortune telling masters to expend a lot of energy on different sections of the road. It is very dangerous for those who predict the fortune to make too many predictions in a short period of time. It can make the fortune teller vomit blood or even die violently. .
The sun is coming out.
Several figures of monks appeared in the sky, scanning and searching in a wide range with their spiritual consciousness.
They flew in staggered directions, not missing any shady place, especially caves, and they must search again and again.
The rising sun penetrated the gaps between the leaves, and scattered spots on the body and face of Zhang Wenfeng, who was still meditating. Zhang Guanzhu, who had been adjusting his breath for a long time, suddenly had a green color on his body. The exposed skin on his face and hands turned green. No breath or breath.
He finally managed to merge with the tree beneath him before many monks from the Wu Clan came to explore the sky.
"Hey, no, why did you suddenly lose your sense of vitality?"
In the air, a young man wearing a white robe held an ancient bronze mirror with strange runes painted on it. A white needle suspended on it suddenly spun around without warning, and he couldn't control it.
"Mr. Qi, have you found anything?"
Someone looked at the white-robed diviner and asked.
The white-robed divination master waved his hand, indicating not to disturb his train of thought, and muttered: "That guy is too cunning, so he figured out some clues and used the method of 'asking for fortune from the source' to achieve results. He was about to catch up to the tail, but was caught by that guy. The early detection was broken. Alas, life is miserable. I have to use the fortune-telling method again to trace the trace. The guy's suspicion array has already made Lao Gu tired... When he is caught, he has to be hanged upside down. Get up and light the sky lanterns, it’s so abominable.”
Putting away the bronze mirror used for "asking fortune", the white-robed fortune teller rubbed his face vigorously with both hands.
Coming from Changqiao City, he didn't rest all night. Baali had worked hard all the way. He felt a little exhausted, but there was nothing he could do. The Great Elder issued the "Black Blood Kill Order", and he had to persevere no matter how tired he was.
That abominable bull-nosed man must be killed to avoid future troubles!
It's terrifying to think about being able to kill the defender head-on by oneself. I really don't know what method that guy used?
It is said that two powerful magic weapons were used, which can only be used once each time.
Don’t know if it’s true or not?
He took out five thickly coated "dominoes" and rubbed them in his hands. The white-robed diviner closed his eyes and bursts of mist emerged from his body. He carefully peered for a trace of Qi in the dark.
Next to the white-robed divination master was a middle-aged man in black robes, with a serious face, carrying a black sword on his back, and looking around. He was responsible for guarding the safety of the divination master.
The morning sun dyed the fortune teller's body a bright red color, especially the folds of his robe. After calculating for a while, the white robe fortune teller opened his eyes, pointed to the east, and said: "More than ten miles ahead, I found The smell of a thief."
I thought in my heart that it was probably another spiritual stone buried underground.
Lao Gu was teased over and over again like this, and all he found after all his efforts were spirit stones, which made him very angry.
A group of people divided into two groups, one group flew eastward without stopping, and the other five maintained formation in the air, following step by step and searching with their spiritual senses, not letting go of any suspicious places.
For a team like this, there are two more teams about a hundred miles away, and they can support each other at any time.
The opponents were too vicious, and they did not dare to spread out their search too widely.
There are also three teams of masters lying in ambush at the edge of Luobao Forest, on the way back to Da'an in the east and northeast, waiting for the kid to jump in if a dragnet is laid and many suspicions are laid.
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