It was already past You hour, and the sky had become pitch black.
There is not a single starlight above the thousands of miles of snowy plains.
Chai Qinglong and others followed a group of people led by Xin Xuanji from a distance, carefully paying attention to the surrounding movements.
In the dark night, no figure could be seen, and no sound could be heard. Even the sound of the wind seemed to have stopped at this time.
This situation is not normal.
Chai Qinglong's spiritual consciousness was fully activated, and he was listening for movements everywhere.
Could it be that Beimang's army transferred everyone to the north gate, but there were no heavy troops stationed in the south gate?
Just when Chai Qinglong was feeling rejoicing, his spiritual consciousness suddenly issued a crazy warning.
His heart was beating wildly, and he quickly directed all the monks behind him to move a hundred feet to the west.
As soon as they left the area they were in, they saw a large black net covering a thousand feet, falling from the sky and immediately covering all the people led by Xin Xuanji inside.
"Hahaha, the Imperial Master is really good at predicting events. He knew you weak-footed sheep would escape secretly!"
As a burst of wild laughter rang out, two witch cultivators in black robes and eight Beimang warriors in black armor flashed out from the void in the south. They looked at Xin Xuanji in the net, as if they were waiting for him. The slaughtered lamb.
Xin Xuanji swung his long sword and struck out several rays of sword light in succession, trying to cut through the big black net. However, this big net was made of an unknown material and was extremely tough. When the light of the sword fell on it, it was struck by one of them. Slide open.
"Boy, don't waste your energy!"
One of the black-robed witch cultivators walked out first and proudly said in Daxuan language: "Tell me, do you have any accomplices who have escaped? If you tell us, we can give you a happy life!"
These three witch cultivators and seven warriors are all third-grade cultivators.
But among the hundred-person team led by Xin Xuanji, he was the only one with a third-level cultivation level.
The rest of them are only in the middle or lower third grade.
Life and death seemed to have been decided before even taking action.
"Accomplice?"
Xin Xuanji smiled, and then said coldly: "Of course there is. Above the Daxuan land, there are Daxuan people all over the place, and my colleagues are everywhere!"
"Boy, if you don't eat the toast, you'll be punished with a drink, so do it!"
Seeing that Xin Xuanji would rather die than say anything, the black-robed shaman cultivator became angry and took the lead. With a single move of his staff, several streaks of black smoke flew towards the large net.
The big black net ignored his attack and went straight through it, wrapping around Xin Xuanji.
Seeing this man taking action, the other Beimang monks were not idle either. Four others also attacked Xin Xuanji together.
The remaining five monks spread out one by one and began to search around.
"Listen to my order, divide the troops into three groups, let's go!"
Seeing that the other party had already started searching, Chai Qinglong no longer cared about hiding his figure. He gave instructions to the monk behind him, and then controlled a spirit boat and headed west.
The remaining monks had already discussed it before and divided into two directions and headed towards the distance.
"Where to escape!"
The five monks who were searching saw the light of the spirit boat at a glance and immediately chased it.
Since Chai Qinglong was exposed first, two monks chased him at the same time.
However, after flying for more than ten miles, Chai Qinglong felt a force coming from behind him and quickly controlled the spirit boat to dodge the attack.
The spirit boat had just drawn an arc and was about to continue flying forward when he saw a figure flashing in front of him, and a black-robed witch cultivator appeared in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, a strong wind blew, and a Beimang warrior wearing black armor jumped behind him from a distance.
Being a man before and after him, Chai Qinglong tightened his anus and knew that he was in danger.
"What's inside the spirit boat?"
The black-robed shaman cultivator looked at Chai Qinglong, knowing that he could not fly without wings, so he asked in a deep voice in Daxuan language.
"If you want to know, come and see for yourself!"
Chai Qinglong grabbed the air with one hand, and the long knife fell into his hand. Then he jumped down from the spirit boat and slashed at Wu Xiu.
The dazzling sword light instantly illuminated half of the sky, and like a life-threatening crescent moon, it slashed towards the witch cultivator.
"Haha, since you want to die, I'll send you on your way!"
The black-robed witch cultivator suddenly sharpened his eyes, with a cruel smile on his face. When the staff in his hand shook, countless fireballs appeared in front of him.
"go!"
With a command, all the fireballs immediately hit the spirit boat in the direction pointed by the black-robed witch cultivator's staff.
At the same time, the Beimang warrior behind Chai Qinglong raised the mace in his hand and hit Chai Qinglong hard.
"What a vicious thought!"
Chai Qinglong was furious. The long knife he had just slashed through an arc in mid-air, turned sharply behind him, and faced the mace that was blasting towards him.
At the same time, a monk who was already hiding in the spirit boat controlled the spirit boat and quickly moved away from the fire ball.
"There is indeed someone hiding inside. You have a good idea and want to take someone to escape!"
The black-robed witch cultivator's mind changed and he instantly guessed Zhang Yuanfang's plan.
I saw just a little bit of the staff in his hand, and all the fireballs, as if they were alive, chased towards the spirit boat.
"Abandon the boat!"
At this moment, Chai Qinglong blocked the mace and quickly sent a message.
The monk in the spirit boat jumped out of the spirit boat in a hurry when he heard Chai Qinglong's voice.
Just as he jumped out of the spirit boat, he heard a violent explosion. In an instant, the spirit boat was ignited by a fireball, and the raging flames engulfed the spirit boat in an instant.
"empty?"
The face of the black-robed witch cultivator changed. There was actually no one in the spirit boat that had just been destroyed.
"Hahaha, I disappoint you!"
Chai Qinglong laughed.
He had already made a plan when he left the city. The number of women and children he originally took with him was not enough, and two spiritual boats were enough to accommodate them.
His spirit boat was then empty and used exclusively to lure enemies.
At this time, it really worked.
Among the ten monks in Beimang, only two great wizards can control the air, and the other eight warriors can only jump.
One of the great witches was attracted to Xin Xuanji, and this one was attracted to him.
As long as the remaining two spirit boats are properly operated, they should be able to escape the pursuit of other warriors.
"You deal with him here while I chase the other two spirit boats!" The black-robed witch cultivator looked gloomy at this time, but he didn't expect to be tricked by Chai Qinglong.
"Want to leave?"
"How can it be that easy?"
At this time, Chai Qinglong was like a tiger descending from the mountain. He flashed out and slashed wildly with the long knife in his hand. Countless sword lights covered the whole body of the black-robed shaman cultivator.
"roll!"
The black-robed witch cultivator waved his staff again, and a huge circle of fire continued to spread around, burning everything in its path.
However, in the firelight, Chai Qinglong's figure flickered, and he forced his way through the wall of fire. He held a long knife and slashed towards the neck of the black-robed witch cultivator.
"You don't want your life?"
The black-robed witch cultivator looked at Chai Qinglong in horror. He did not expect that in order to retain him, Chai Qinglong would resort to a lose-lose strategy.
At this time, Chai Qinglong's body was covered in flames, and his skin was sizzling with heat, but the expression on his face did not change at all, and his eyes were fixed on him.
The cold light came upon him, and the mind of the black-robed witch cultivator trembled. At this moment, it was too late to dodge. With a thought in his mind, the black staff ignited a golden flame, and then he raised the burning staff and headed towards the long knife.
