The figure of the old man Ziyun paused on the edge of the border, and he followed the elder's trail all the way here, looking at the depths of the outside and thinking about whether to go deeper.

Since they started tracking Ye Xiaochai, in the blink of an eye, more than ten days have passed. It stands to reason that a Yuan Infant Stage Monk's escape technique, the Jie Dan Stage Monk can't escape from his palm at all, but after such a long time, there is still no return of the Elder, and the Old Man Ziyun doesn't know what to do.

At this moment, a figure flew back from the depths of the country, and happened to be caught by Elder Ziyun, looking at the speed of the escape, he said secretly in his heart: "Such a retreat, I think it must be a Yuan Infant Cultivator." ”

Subconsciously, thinking that it was Uncle He who had returned from abroad, he immediately drove the magic weapon to meet him, but the goal was getting closer and closer, he stopped and reorganized his state, and shouted: "Welcome ......." ”

But as soon as he spoke, he immediately stopped, and he recognized that the person who came was not Uncle He, but the mysterious monk wearing a wide mask and a blood-colored cloak.

This person is Ye Xiaochai, who has returned from the depths of the country! He asked for three feathers from Yan Luan that day, so he kept his promise and released Yan Luan.

Now I happened to see the old man Ziyun who had a relationship, and the escape technique also stopped at the same time, and because of his carelessness, he was seen by the other party, in order not to make people suspicious, so he came over hard, who knew that it was the old man Ziyun, it was really a narrow road! Ye Xiaochai suddenly felt murderous in his heart.

"Your Excellency....... The old man Ziyun looked at the mysterious monk in front of him, his brows furrowed deeply, at the beginning, judging from the strength of the other party that he could fight with Yan Luan, the strength of the other party was definitely higher than his own, thinking of this, he didn't dare to act rashly, so he asked again: "Do you know where the old man and uncle are now?"

A few days ago, my seniors chased me all the way to the border, and I stumbled upon a cave left by my ancestors, and now Senior He is looking for treasure in the cave, and I took this opportunity to get out, why do you want to stop the way down?" Ye Xiaochai made up a lie and replied, it is impossible to reply to the other party, your uncle has been killed by himself!

"The cave left by the ancestors!" the old man Ziyun frowned even deeper, muttered to himself, looked at the mysterious monk in front of him, and pondered without thinking.

"What's the matter? Daoist friends really want to stop the way down, since this is the case, I will ask for advice and Daoist friends in the next place!" Ye Xiaochai's tone was obviously not good, and he released a trace of coercion to test it.

"Oh, don't dare, Daoist friends have magical powers, how dare the old man stop it, Daoist friends, please take care of yourself. Being frightened by Ye Xiaochai, the old man Ziyun was suddenly startled, and subconsciously opened a shield to block out that trace of coercion, and at the same time drove the magic weapon under his feet to the side, giving way to the road.

Seeing this, Ye Xiaochai snorted coldly at the corner of his mouth, and slowly flew forward.

Seeing Ye Xiaochai approaching, the old man Ziyun didn't seem to dare to get too close to him, and his body kept moving to the side, always maintaining a certain distance.

Ye Xiaochai scolded secretly in his heart, but at this moment, his escape technique suddenly increased, his right hand clenched into a fist, and he slammed towards the old man Ziyun with a punch.

The old man Ziyun had already been on guard, seeing that the other party was menacing, there was no surprise on his face, as if he had to anticipate it, he would not sit still, and with a shake of his hand, a yellow shield instantly appeared outside the shield, separating the two sides.

only heard a loud "bump", Ye Xiaochai's fist hit the shield firmly, only to see a large piece of deep depression on the shield surface, and there were small cracks spreading, if you want to see it, you will smash the shield, it can be seen that the power of his punch is indeed not light.

Seeing this, the old man of Ziyun was immediately taken aback, knowing that this shield was not guaranteed, he hurriedly opened his mouth, and a purple light shot out of his mouth, slashing towards Ye Xiaochai's front door.

In the next moment, the shield shattered, and at the same time, the purple light flashed with a crisp sound, and a flying knife five or six inches long was nailed to the middle of Ye Xiaochai's head.

The old man of Ziyun was shocked when he saw this, he wanted to use his flying knife magic weapon to sneak attack and cut off the opponent's head with one blow, but he did not succeed, the flying knife hit the opponent's head, and it was able to cause the slightest damage.

Ye Xiaochai smiled coldly, and then through the shield, he successfully smashed the weak shield inside, and this punch hit the opponent's chest firmly.

The old man Ziyun was in pain, feeling that several ribs on his chest were broken, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, his body was unstable, and he fell directly from a low altitude.

Ye Xiaochai raised his left hand and grabbed the purple flying knife in front of his forehead, this flying knife is also worthy of being a psychic magic weapon, in Ye Xiaochai's hand, he kept swaying left and right, as if he wanted to break free from the shackles.

Ye Xiaochai's eyes flashed coldly, and he withdrew his right hand, I was on the purple blade, and then I made another effort, and I actually broke this flying knife magic weapon into two parts.

The old man of Ziyun, who was already injured, coupled with the destruction of his natal magic weapon, was injured at the same time, and a large mouthful of goblin blood gushed out of his mouth again, and he felt powerless to pinch the trick and cast the spell.

Since he had a murderous intent, Ye Xiaochai naturally would not be merciful, the Chongli sword flashed in front of him, and at the same time pinched out a magic trick with both hands, the Chongli sword turned into a giant sword and slashed at the old man of Ziyun below.

The old man of Ziyun looked up at the falling giant sword, knowing that he couldn't resist it, but for some reason, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was planning to wait for death like this.

However, just as the giant sword was about to slash at Old Man Yun's body, a thick purple mist suddenly emerged from his body, from head to toe, as if it had emerged from a pore on his body.

Just when the giant sword cut the body of the old man Ziyun into two sections, the purple mist, which was originally as plain as water, was like a strong wind blowing across a calm lake, stirring up a thousand huge waves, and in the blink of an eye, the land within a radius of several miles was shrouded in this purple mist, and even Ye Xiaochai accidentally fell into it.

"It's ....... Ye Xiaochai was puzzled in her heart and muttered to herself. But the next moment, he seemed to feel the origin of the purple mist, and hurriedly held his breath, and opened the shield of the body to separate it, and secretly said in his heart: "It's not good." ”

Even if his reaction was not slow, he still took a few mouthfuls of purple mist, and he didn't think much about it at the moment, stretched out his hand, and hurriedly summoned Chongli Sword, and took the storage bag on the old man Ziyun on the ground, and then launched the fastest escape from the range of purple mist, not daring to stay here for a moment longer.