There was such a big disturbance at the gate of Luzhou City, which naturally alarmed many monks, especially the monks who were stationed in the city all year round.

Seeing that the city gate was broken, Chenfeng did not hesitate at all, and let the demon corpse take him towards the outside of Luzhou City.

"Want to leave, leave me behind!" The Rock City Lord's face was as cold as frost, and a black ring ruler appeared in his hand, but it was only three fingers wide, but it exuded an astonishing spiritual pressure!

In an instant, the black ring ruler rippled, and he actually appeared in front of the morning wind and the demon corpse with the rock city lord, and the black ring ruler emitted a black light, and slapped it on his head.

"Smack!"

At the critical moment, the demon corpse stepped forward, and the cold scale sword met the black ring ruler, blocking this terrifying shot!

At the same time, the lord of Hong Lou also arrived, and the road map behind him unfolded, "Whoa!"

Three fierce birds enveloped the area, preventing the morning breeze from escaping again, and at the same time, once again performed the "triple tone kill"!

Morrowind is in a very dangerous situation at this time, one of them may be killed if they are not careful, although the demon corpse is strong, but it can't be exhaustive, in the end it is still a puppet.

"Sad spirit, if you are in charge of the gray sword fetus, can you use the power of grief to affect the minds of these two?"

"No, if the power of grief hadn't been refined by you before, just a little Yuan Infant Cultivator, I could easily use the power of grief to wipe out their consciousness!"

Morrowind frowned, "Can't you even influence them?"

"It's not that it's impossible, both of them are in the late Yuan Infant stage, and they have lived for hundreds of years, and their Dao hearts are relatively stable, so the time I can influence them is very short, at most two breaths!"

"Two breaths!That's enough!" Morningwind finished talking to the sad spirit, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the Lord of Iwajo.

He took advantage of the gap between the demon corpse and the two of them, and raised his hand to slash out a sword qi with the gray sword fetus!

The lord of the rock city held the black ring ruler in his hand, and he didn't put the gray sword qi slashed by the morning wind in his eyes at all, he was a strong man in the late Yuan Infant period, and he also had a Dao Tu body protection, and a sword qi in the early stage of the knot also wanted to get close to him, it was just a fool's dream!

Therefore, the Rock City Lord didn't pay attention to this pitifully weak sword qi at all, and focused on the sharp sword qi that the demon corpse slashed over!

"Wave!"

As soon as the gray sword qi touched the Dao Diagram of the Rock City Lord, it made a sound like a bubble bursting, and the sword qi immediately dispersed, and he showed a disdainful sneer.

But suddenly, he saw the cold eyes of the morning wind, which made him feel a chill in his heart!

"Is it my delusion?"

The demon corpse blocked the big seal of the lord of the Hong Building, and his backhand was a sword that forced him to dodge with his body, "Take advantage of now!" the sad spirit roared in the morning wind.

At the same time, the black ring ruler that the rock city lord slapped towards the demon corpse couldn't help but pause, and his eyes showed a little sadness and confusion.

The demon corpse passed by the Rock City Lord with the morning wind, and at the same time, the cold scale sword in his hand slashed at his neck, perhaps it was the innate instinct of the living beings, or it was the knee-jerk reaction of the Rock City Lord as a strong man.

At such a critical moment, his body actually took half a step slightly, and at the same time, the black ring ruler in his hand slapped towards the demon corpse!

"Smack!"

The back of the demon corpse was concave, and he was staggered, and he almost fell to the ground with the morning breeze, but the demon corpse used the cold scale sword to touch the ground in time, and rushed out of Luzhou City with the morning breeze!

At this time, the lord of Iwaki City came to his senses, and he did not immediately chase after him, but wiped his neck with his hand, and the red and bright blood stained his palm.

He suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and it was just a matter of time before his head was completely cut off by the demon corpse.

Although as Yuanying monks, even if they die physically, they will not die immediately, and Yuanying can still take away and rebuild, but the body that is taken away is not as good as his original body.

"Lord Iwajo, what are you doing?" Lord Hong Lou was a little angry, he saw that Lord Iwaki had slapped the ring ruler of the demon corpse, and let go of the morning breeze at the critical moment.

In the face of Lord Honglou's questioning, Lord Yancheng didn't refute, but just showed his neck to him.

With the knowledge of the owner of Hong Lou, how could he not see the problem, and he was also shocked at the moment!

"The lord of this city has been all his life, and he almost died in the hands of an ant in the Yudan period of carelessness, this son, the lord of this city will be killed!"

The gaze of the Rock City Lord was extremely fierce, and the powerful coercion on his body that belonged to the peak of the Yuan Infant made the disciples of the Peerless Dust Sect who rushed to tremble.

At this time, Morrowind had already flown out more than two thousand miles by the demon corpse, and plunged headlong into the wild mountains.

As long as he is out of Luzhou City, the sky is not high and the birds are still flying, and the sea is wide and the fish is jumping, and it will be difficult to block him again.

However, Morrowind was very careful to avoid the area where the monsters were rampant, so as not to expose his location because of the outbreak of a battle with the monsters.

Three days later, Morrowind came to a mountain peak, where a bandit group called Black Sands was located.

A month ago, because he wanted to rob Morrowind, he was killed by a demon corpse, led by an old man with half-white hair.

This old man is called Heikui Zhenren, don't look at his kind face, in fact, he has a bad stomach, and the Black Sand Organization was established by him.

"Master, you want me to lead the entire Black Sand Organization to go to the Eight Desolations with you?

Hei Kui Zhenren was a little reluctant, his Black Sand Organization had been entrenched here for two hundred years, and he was really reluctant to leave here.

"You don't need to know why, I'll give you a day, pack up everything, and take everyone to the Eight Desolation Mountains!"

He didn't have much affection for these bandit organizations, and if it weren't for the demon corpses, he wouldn't know how many times he would have died.

"Yes!"

Hei Kui Zhenren has no choice, who let his life soul still be in the hands of the other party, he can only agree.

In fact, if you want to clean up, there is nothing to clean up, after all, it has been swept by the morning breeze before.

A day later, Heikui Zhenren took eight hundred robbers and followed Morrowind out of the lair that had been entrenched for two hundred years.

Five days later, Morrowind brought the Black Sand Organization to the territory of the Wind Wolf Gang, and Heikui Zhenren saw the bandits of the Wind Wolf Gang from a distance, led by the crazy wolf Zhenren of the Wind Wolf Gang.

Seeing this posture, Hei Kui Zhenren thought that the Wind Wolf Gang had gotten the news in advance, and specially came here to prepare to rob and kill them.

Who knew that as soon as the mad wolf saw the morning breeze, he immediately bowed his head respectfully and bowed his head, calling him the master!

Immediately, Hei Kui Zhenren reacted, and the Emotional Wind Wolf Gang, like the Black Sand Organization, had already been ransacked by this master!

And the mad wolf Zhenren was also stunned when he saw Heikui Zhenren, and then showed a wry smile like Minggo, they were both notorious bandit leaders, and they had heard of each other's names and organizations.

Next, the two of them saw many partners who "shared weal and woe" with them, and they all showed the same expressions to each other, and they didn't know that they were both long-lost brothers.

The team led by Morrowind is getting bigger and bigger, with tens of thousands of people, and the worst cultivation among these 10,000 people is also in the early stage of foundation building, which can be called a small force.