Chen Zimeng took out the map and looked at it carefully, and made sure that he was out of the range of Zhongjia Town, where he was at this time, it was the direction to Zhongzhou, the land of Zhongzhou, there are countless sects, and it can almost be said that there are sects all over the place, so the general sects are not wide, and even the Yunxi Sect is only in charge of the land within a radius of thousands of miles.

When he thought of Yunxi Sect, Chen Zimeng thought of Ning Qin, and after calculating the time, Ning Qin should have already settled down in Yunxi Sect.

Yunxi Sect is the Dan Dao Holy Sect, it can be said to be the first sect in the entire world, Chen Zimeng is thinking, whether to go to the Yunxi Sect, in order to seal the half of the Dan Dao inheritance left by the Hajj, Chen Zimeng is enough to say that the Yunxi Sect is the most suitable for him.

Moreover, as a Dandao sect, he may be able to get rid of the poison in his body, Chen Zimeng was slightly irritable in his heart, and he was poisoned inexplicably, and he didn't even have a statement.

Thinking back to the words that came out in front of him, Chen Zimeng thought silently.

"As soon as I think of robbing flowers, the other side is scattered!"

"I am, Netherworld True Immortal, Immortal on the Other Side!"

"I am, the flower of the other side!"

"What is that?" Chen Zimeng recalled all the classics he had read, and then recalled the knowledge of Dandao medicinal herbs given by Feng Hajj, but he didn't have the slightest thought, let alone the other side flower, and even the concept of the other side flower was not recorded at all.

In front of him is a mountain range, look at the map marked, it happens to be the boundary of Zhongzhou, and Chen Zimeng's map also happens to come to an end, and further on, it seems to be the territory of a certain family, Chen Zimeng doesn't remember it really, but there is nothing to be done, I hope it is not the evil sword Zhang family.

Feng Ling didn't know where to run before the battle in Zhongjia Town began, Chen Zimeng was resentful, the guy who was not righteous and ran away by himself, and he didn't see the shadow.

Standing under a big tree, Chen Zimeng felt a chill, and it was still very comfortable for the wind to blow on a summer night.

Jumping onto the tree, Chen Zimeng found a stable branch and sat down, squinting slightly.

Everything is strange, the handsome man is the strangest, and the robbery is also strange to the peak.

Chen Zimeng originally thought that he knew a lot about the robbers, but now it seems that everything such as the origin of the handsome man and the robbers is still shrouded in clouds.

"Hey!" couldn't help but sigh, Chen Zimeng's brows furrowed, this period of time, it was really a time when I was not comfortable.

Closing his eyes, Chen Zimeng began to take a nap, Feng Ling was right, sleeping in the mountains and forests still has a unique charm.

Suddenly, Chen Zimeng tilted his head slightly, opened his eyes and looked to the left, a faint aura fluctuation was not far away, but thinking about it, between the mountains and forests, who else would be there besides himself?

Maybe one of those who besieged him.

A fierce color flashed in Chen Zimeng's eyes, he stretched out his hand and jumped down from the tree, without making a sound, his whole body was covered with breath, and he quietly moved forward.

Chen Zimeng was holding a talisman in his hand, which was the lowest-level shadow talisman, and Chen Zimeng had long since lost many talismans, and this one was still robbed before.

Coming to a bush, Chen Zimeng slowly leaned out, and there was a person sitting not far away, with a small flag slowly suspended beside him, exuding a very faint aura of spiritual power, and the light on the flag was dim, and it seemed that the damage was not small.

Under the flag, the old man sat quietly, his eyes closed, his expression serious, his face pale, and his breath weak.

"Ahem, what a powerful blow, if I react a little slower, it will definitely be the end of the body, who is he? Who is he? Who is he? The aura he exudes is just a knot, how can it be so powerful? ”

The old man breathed for a while, feeling the injuries on his body, and his heart was shocked, the handsome man's shot was very sharp, although he successfully escaped, but he was also seriously injured, and fled here, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he could only breathe and heal on the spot.

Chen Zimeng secretly estimated that the other party was a strong man in the Dan period, and he had just entered the foundation building, so was he fighting or retreating at this time?

The old man's aura was so weak that he was not as good as a Qi cultivation disciple, but how could Chen Zimeng dare to rush up and kill him like this, if he miscalculated, it would be a small life.

But Chen Zimeng's eyes couldn't help but show murderous intent, and he looked at the front carefully, Chen Zimeng was ruthless, even the beacon fire move was in his hand, and the ten shadow talismans were held, and Chen Zimeng planned to fight.

A breath appeared, the old man was terrified in his heart, the small flag in front of him instantly glowed, automatically protecting the master, even the beacon fire slashed with a sword, countless waves of air and sword light flickered, the surrounding land, the turf was lifted up, countless shrubs were cut and broken, and they were carried away into the distance by the fierce wind set off by the battle.

"Who is it?" the old man roared sharply, his body fell backwards, and he withdrew to avoid it, but Chen Zimeng's sword came again, and he was still extremely sharp.

Chen Zimeng's eyes couldn't help but be surprised, the light of the small flag in front of the old man was dim, but it blocked his two attacks one after another, and the old man, including the old man, was not damaged.

Chen Zimeng saw that he missed the blow, and retreated to the rear, unwilling to entangle more, the old man, after all, it was a knot.

"It's you, Chen Zimeng!"

The old man stretched out his hand to cover his chest, these two attacks did not break through the defense of the small flag, but they made the aura in his body riot instantly, pulling out the injuries caused to him by the handsome man, and this time, he suffered a heavy blow.

Wow, the old man spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were staring at Chen Zimeng with murderous intent.

Chen Zimeng, who had already run out of a distance of about 100 meters, saw the old man vomiting blood, stopped, turned around, and saw that the old man did not attack, but his face was extremely pale, and even his body was trembling slightly.

Seeing Chen Zimeng, who was about to go away, stop, the old man chuckled in his heart, and instantly ignored everything else, took out a talisman, pasted it on his body, and recited a spell in his mouth.

The talisman glowed, and a shield rose out of thin air, covering the old man tightly.

Chen Zimeng did not hesitate for a moment, turned around with a sword, and the attack continued.

"Around the clouds, a line of killing!"

Qiang, Qiang, Qiang, Qiang, countless sword sounds sounded, and more sword light slashed in all directions, and the soil under his feet was affected layer by layer, and the trees were all shattered in an instant, and the surroundings became bare in an instant.

The old man's face became more and more pale, and blood gushed out of his mouth, so he was not miserable.

"Stop, stop, Chen Zimeng, listen to the old man. The old man waved his hand again and again and shouted loudly.

Chen Zimeng's eyes flashed, even the beacon fire was raised, and he still slashed away with a sword, and the sword light turned into a white horse, colliding with the small flag in front of the old man and the shield covering his body, and the roar shook the sky.

"Around the clouds, the wind cracks to kill!"

"I said stop!" the old man's voice was terrible, and the blood fell, staining the dirt under his feet red.

"Around the clouds, the instant killing of shadows!"

There is no intention of stopping, Chen Zimeng knows that stopping at this time is death.

The sword around the clouds rushed back and forth, and the huge sword light cut through the shield in front of the old man, but it still failed to break through the defense of the small flag, Chen Zimeng couldn't help but be frightened, and was very interested in the little flag.

Groaning slightly, Chen Zimeng put away the Lianfeng fire, flipped his left hand, held a bell in his hand, and poured spiritual power into it, the bell rose against the storm, and soon it was the size of a stone lion.

This is Zhang Qiancheng's magic weapon, which was obtained by Chen Zimeng and carefully cultivated.

The sound of "dang~" spread in the mountains and forests, and countless birds and beasts were frightened and fled far away.

Above the small flag, the light was extremely dim, a crack appeared at the end of the flag, and the old man spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell backwards, without blood on his face.

The old man fell, the small flag flashed, disappeared, and fell to the ground, Chen Zimeng stretched out his hand, and the small flag fell in his hand.

didn't have time to take a closer look, Chen Zimeng put the small flag straight into the storage bag, then looked at the old man, held a simple knife in his hand, and raised the knife to cut it.

"Wait, I know the whereabouts of your brothers. ”

The old man's face was covered with blood, and his eyes were staring at the Pu Dao hovering beside his face, his eyes full of horror.

Chen Zimeng put away the knife, and a talisman fell and stuck to the old man, and the old man couldn't move.

"Say, Where are they?"

"I said, you're going to let me live!" The old man's voice was very weak, but for cultivators, even the slightest sound could be heard clearly.

Chen Zimeng's eyes flashed, and he raised his Pu knife and slashed down again, without mercy.

"Wait, I say!"

"Say, talk nonsense, and make your head go to a different place. Scolded, Chen Zimeng didn't have the slightest patience.

"Among them, four of them fell off the cliff, life and death are unknown, and there is a fat man, who was taken back to the sect by the elders of the Thousand Swords Sect, saying that he was accepted as a true disciple. ”

Chen Zimeng's eyes were instantly bloodshot, he reached out and pulled the old man's collar, and asked sharply: "You said that someone fell off the cliff?

"That's right, in Zhongjia Town, there was a wave of monks from the Evil Sword Zhang family, your friends, at first they were all captured, and later, your friends took advantage of their unpreparedness, escaped, and fled to the south, in the process of pursuit, four people were knocked down the cliff, we didn't go down to check, but the cliff was too high, Rao is foundation monk didn't dare to say that he could survive, so. ”

"So, the four of them died?"

"Yes. The old man nodded, but looked at Chen Zimeng's blood-colored eyes, and immediately said again.

"Maybe, maybe they didn't die, and besides, there was a little fat man who happened to be rescued by an elder of the Thousand Swords Sect who was passing by and brought back, which elder was a late cultivator of the Jiedan. The old man could be said to be panicked, the Pu knife in Chen Zimeng's hand was on his neck, and it had even cut through his skin.

"Chen Zimeng, what the old man said is true, that cliff is a hundred miles to the south, you can see it yourself. ”

"The Thousand Swords Sect is a big sect, after entering the Thousand Swords Sect, it can be said that your friend has created a monstrous world, old man, old man's trip can be regarded as extremely miserable, my cultivation has fallen, and at present, I can't even count as the ninth layer of Qi training, let me live, it's not that I killed your friend, it's not me." ”

The old man pleaded bitterly, his face was covered with blood, and he fell to the ground in a miserable manner.

Casual cultivation can have a knot to cultivate, which one is not a chance creation, but this encounter, the old man simply regretted it Why did he come here to join in the fun.

Chen Zimeng's heart was as if he had been hit by thunder, the Pu knife in his hand slipped down, and he stood up in a daze, Chen Zimeng looked at the old man and couldn't believe it.

"Old man, I really didn't participate in the siege and killing of your friends, with the old man's means, how could they escape? Chen Zimeng, let the old man live, please. ”

The old man was lying on the ground, and saw the Pu knife in Chen Zimeng's hand slipping down beside him, but he didn't dare to make any moves, and still begged bitterly.

"Get out!" Chen Zimeng roared, tears sliding down the corners of his eyes, and his voice was extremely poignant.

"Thank you, thank you......" The old man didn't dare to delay, even if he was seriously injured, he used all his strength to get up from the ground and run towards the distance, constantly thanking him.

Chen Zimeng looked at the sky, and the stars were dim.

"After all, I still hurt you. ”

"The evil sword Zhang family, I will destroy it!"

"Xiao Yi, Xiao Dao, Shang Chi, Wang Lin, I, I'm sorry for you. ”

Chen Zimeng knelt in place, his face full of tears.