It wasn't until the divine glow on the statue completely dissipated that Shen Yuan remembered what he should do.

He needs to get out of here.

Judging from the skin color of the slaughtered, this should be the territory of a primitive tribe in Africa, and communication with the outside world should be very sluggish, but with so many people dead, Shen Yuan didn't think that no one would investigate this matter.

But is he responsible for so many dead people? How is he responsible? It's not him who killed people, why is he responsible?

So he's going to run away, he's going to leave here without leaving a trace. If in the future, he can catch or kill the initiator of the incident, he will definitely come back here and give an explanation to these unjustly killed dead.

But definitely not now, definitely not with his own life.

Shen Yuan walked towards the entrance of the village, and the earth element was under his control, leaving no footprints.

Obeying his summoning of the earth element, Shen Yuan was once again convinced that the earth was no longer a demon-free plane with only technology at some point.

Standing at the entrance of the village, although Shen Yuan was flustered, he was not in a hurry to leave.

He turned around, slowly closed his eyes, and a solemn and compassionate look slowly appeared on his face.

An ancient requiem with an ancient tune came out of Shen Yuan's mouth, the syllables were obscure, and it was obviously the language of the dragon soul world.

Behind him, the angry souls who were bound by the Ten Thousand Souls Blood Sacrifice Demon Array and roared silently seemed to understand this ancient tune, and gradually quieted down, and the violent and fierce emotions in their eyes were slowly soothed by Shen Yuan's singing.

After singing a requiem, Shen Yuan bowed deeply to the souls in the village with apologies, and then left here without looking back.

Trussing through the lush rainforests of Africa, Shen Yuan's thoughts had long since drifted back to the Red Empire.

Is Father okay?

Is the mother's case decided?

Is the murderer of his mother still at large?

Thinking of this, Shen Yuan's eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed under his eyes, as if it was a giant wolf walking through the forest, hideous and indifferent.

Now that I'm back, I don't have a resurrection technique, so I want you to pay for it with blood!

Shen Yuan's heart was surging with murderous intent, but due to the collapse of his concentration and strength, he didn't notice that there was an extra person in the direction he was going.

When he walked more than ten steps in front of this person, Shen Yuan raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him with some consternation.

The man has a typical Asian face, a slender and athletic figure, and wears a camouflage combat suit, the corners of which are tightly tied to the waistband and sleeves of the trousers.

He held a dagger in his left hand and his right hand in front of him, still maintaining a half-squatting forward posture, motionless, like a stone sculpture.

The man's gaze fell on Shen Yuan's body, and Shen Yuan also looked at him quietly.

Suddenly, the man's Adam's apple rolled, and two drops of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, slowly rolling downward.

Shen Yuan's face changed, and then he quickly turned around and fled towards the depths of the rainforest.

Just now, Shen Yuan read some information from the slight changes in the expression on the man's face and the inconspicuous body movements.

The man knew him.

The man was a little afraid of him.

This man came for him.

The man was ready for battle.

Shen Yuan's escape was a completely instinctive reaction, as a priest, he trusted his divination and instinct over his own eyes and reason.

So when instinct told him that he should start running away, Shen Yuan turned around and started to run, even if he didn't understand why he was doing it.

He killed people in Africa, but in the blink of an eye, he ran into an Asian. Not to mention that the news in the primitive tribes of Africa is not so fast, and even if someone really knows about it, it should not be an Asian who cares.

However, the doubts in Shen Yuan's heart did not last long.

When the man saw Shen Yuan running away, he chased after him, and at the same time pressed one hand on the communicator in his ear, and shouted in a low voice: "White Dragon Eye Group 5 No. 3 report, found Shen Yuan, fled to the southeast, ask for support!"

The distance between Shen Yuan and the man was not far away, so this voice also reached Shen Yuan's ears.

His heart sank.

What's going on?

Shen Yuan's face was still a young man at this time, and even through the mottled blood stains on his face, he could still taste two points of bookish qi from between his eyebrows.

However, in the five years in the Dragon Soul World, Shen Yuan has seen many swords and swords, and now although he has lost a lot of support, he is still the wolf-like priest in his bones.

He stopped, hid his figure behind a large tree, and shielded himself with the wide vegetation in the rainforest, waiting quietly for the man in hot pursuit.

The footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer, and when they came to within ten meters of Shen Yuan, the footsteps suddenly disappeared.

Shen Yuan knew that the man chasing him behind him found out that something was wrong and became cautious.

Shen Yuan's eyes were slightly closed, trying his best to feel the flowing wind element.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and reached out to his right.

In the direction of his hand, a man in camouflage uniform had just poked his head out.

Seeing this hand that was grabbing him with strong wind pressure, the man's expression remained unchanged, and the dagger in his hand was raised, stabbing straight at Shen Yuan's palm.

Shen Yuan flipped his wrist, and the air flow surrounding his palm dissipated in an instant, and a touch of ice-blue light appeared at his fingertips.

The dexterous fingers bypassed the sharp edge of the stab and landed exactly on the man's wrist.

The man only felt a piercing coldness at his veins, and the palm holding the dagger directly lost its strength, and the dagger flew out of his hand.

He was horrified in his heart, but his action did not delay for a moment, and his other hand pointed into a knife, slashing straight at Shen Yuan's side neck.

At the same time, the man probed between Shen Yuan's feet without a trace, laying the groundwork for the planned combo.

However, Shen Yuan did not dodge or dodge, his probe grabbed in the air, and directly took the palm knife cut by the supernatural in his hand, and at the same time clenched his fist with the other hand, and the bright yellow earth elemental light flickered, enveloping his fist and hitting the calamiment of the supernatural.

The man's face changed, and he slapped Shen Yuan's fist with his palm that had just regained consciousness, trying to neutralize the force of his blow.

However, the moment the fists met, the man was shocked. He only felt that his palm, like holding a rushing train, instantly destroyed his palm, and then smashed on his belly without abating.

The man let out a muffled snort of pain, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

Shen Yuan slowly put the man in the forest, and then tiptoed away quickly.

There is obviously more than one chaser in this rainforest, and if Shen Yuan stuns this person now, he can temporarily disappear from the other party's field of vision, and the chance of escape is greater.

But Shen Yuan still underestimated the other party.

He only walked a few steps in the dense rainforest when he heard a loud noise beside him, and in the midst of the flying sawdust branches, a tall and fierce figure smashed a huge tree, like Mount Tai pressing the top, and fell towards Shen Yuan.

Feeling the momentum roaring like a bulldozer, Shen Yuan's pupils shrank suddenly.

He didn't have to look back to know that it was a warrior from the Heart Flame Realm!

A warrior of this level is naturally nothing to the former Prophet, and he can repel it by throwing a totem pole casually, but since Shen Yuan's soul returned to the earth, he has lost almost all his strength, according to his estimates, his current realm of the four elements is only in the first glimpse realm, which is really difficult to use.

Shen Yuan rolled in embarrassment, barely dodging the man's first blow like a mountain splitting a rock.

However, before Shen Yuan could get up from the ground, he heard the big man smiling fiercely, stretched out his heavy palms like mountain rocks, and fell towards Shen Yuan.

These fleshy palms covered Shen Yuan's heaven and earth, and also took away Shen Yuan's consciousness in an instant, making his world dark......

......

Five hundred nautical miles from the easternmost stretch of the Red Empire's coastline, there was a deep trench at the bottom, six thousand meters above sea level. According to geographical common sense, it is almost impossible for such a place to have traces left by humans, but at the bottom of the deep sea at this 6,000 meters, there is a dark black alloy beast, with sharp edges and corners, like a piece of sea rock that is extremely regular, and there are some deep-sea plants attached to it over the years on the metal surface.

This is the No. 9 prison of the Ministry of Information Technology in White Dragon City.

At this time, at the entrance of Prison No. 9, a handsome young man stepped out of the isolation pod.

The man was in his early twenties, dressed in a crisp suit, with a purple rose on his left chest, three inches of short hair neatly combed on his head, and shiny leather shoes.

"Two, what's the matter, you need the three of us to be here immediately?" asked the young man Yang Cheng.

Standing in front of him was an old man with silver hair and a middle-aged beautiful woman.

The old man was wearing a white-washed Zhongshan suit, and when he heard Yang Cheng's question, he opened his mouth and replied, "The Timing Department has caught Shen Yuan, and the three of us must be present." ”

Yang Cheng raised his thick eyebrows, and his tone was a little surprised, "That hijacker?

The old man's brows furrowed slightly, and he shook his head and said, "Not necessarily, it is said that he has a thousand more lives on his hands, and the attitude of the headquarters towards him has changed somewhat." After all, such a murderous person is incompatible with my White Dragon City. Let's go in first. ”

"Did he explain anything?" asked a middle-aged woman in a cyan dress with her hair dyed burgundy red, as she walked.

The old man shook his head, "The mouth is very hard, only to say that he didn't do it." The headquarters' opinions on his handling are a little ambiguous, and we are not good at using torture, so we have arranged the Colosseum, hoping that it will be of some use. ”

The middle-aged beautiful woman was stunned for a moment, and said with some tears and laughter: "Colosseum?

The old man shrugged, "I can't let him hate my White Dragon City, let him realize the strength of my White Dragon City, and let him be afraid to explain the whole story." Do you have any good ideas?"

Before the middle-aged beauty could respond, the mobile phone in the old man's pocket suddenly rang.

After the phone was connected, a middle-aged white man appeared on the screen of the old man's mobile phone, with deep eye sockets and a false smile flashing in his green pupils.

"Old Zheng, it's been a long time. Are you okay with your old health?" the middle-aged white man greeted the old man in stiff Chinese.