Yang Xuan raised his speed to the extreme, and it took a short time to return to the town where the people of the Holy Mountain were stationed.

But, immediately, Yang Xuan's face turned cold.

Because he saw that at this time, the town was full of people from the Northwest Martial Arts Alliance, and none of the people and horses in the Holy Mountain were gone.

After expanding the scope of the Divine Thought, he still hadn't found the people of the Holy Mountain, but it was not surprising to see that the surroundings of the Four Cities were already full of people from many martial arts sects in the northwest.

Needless to say, these are all affiliated with the Martial Arts Alliance.

Even, Yang Xuan also saw a large number of martial artists wearing Tianchi Yimai costumes.

After hiding his figure and quietly landing in the courtyard where the four guards were stationed before, Yang Xuan saw an inconspicuous dark pattern in the corner of the wall at a glance.

That is the unique method of communication of the Holy Mountain.

"Five hundred miles south. Yang Xuan silently read the meaning of the dark lines.

Getting up again, he flew straight south.

In a valley five hundred miles away from the town, Wind Thirteen in the tent frowned.

"Nothing will happen to Your Highness, right?" said Lei Nineteen impatiently.

Twenty-three stood up violently and said decisively: "No, it's not a way to wait like this, we have to take the initiative to find His Highness." ”

Yu Jiu had been staying in the corner of the tent, and when he heard this, he glanced at Twenty-Three, but lowered his head and did not speak.

Twenty-four said in a deep voice: "The Holy Son's cultivation is profound, so naturally there will be no problems, but now there are many things that the Holy Son has to decide, but I can't wait." ”

Feng Thirteen nodded: "Yes, for today's plan, we are afraid that we will send someone to find His Highness." ”

Just then, a voice came in from outside.

"No need. ”

As soon as the words fell, a person suddenly appeared in the tent.

Everyone was stunned, and then rejoiced.

"Your Highness!" Feng Thirteen hurriedly took two steps and greeted him.

Everyone else was overjoyed.

After a period of greetings, everyone sat down, Yang Xuan glanced around, and finally his gaze fell on Feng Thirteen.

"Tell me what's going on!" he asked.

Feng Thirteen first glanced at the others, and then said: "Your Highness, not long after you left, a large number of martial artists from the Martial Arts Alliance came to reinforce you, and then someone from the Tianchi line came to the door to avenge Zhu Yuwen, and I couldn't wait, so I could only evacuate." ”

Feng Thirteen explained the ins and outs of the matter in a few words, but Yang Xuan's eyes were filled with strangeness.

"Tianchi Yimai, did Yun Ziyan bring people here?"

Feng Thirteen shook his head and said, "No, it's another elder from Tianchi, named Wei Zixian." ”

Yang Xuan looked at Twenty-Three, and Twenty-Three said clearly: "Your Highness, this person is afraid that this person is a cultivator of the fourth order of the Void God, and the two of us are not opponents." ”

"You guys retreated, they didn't chase you?" Yang Xuan said strangely.

He didn't seem to have any concerns, and didn't pursue, but ......" Wind Thirteen hesitated for a moment before continuing, "However, that statue of yours was snatched away. ”

As he spoke, Wind Thirteen raised his left arm.

Yang Xuan looked at his left arm, his eyes narrowed.

Wind Thirteen had a huge scar on his left arm.

After a long time, Yang Xuancai said slowly: "Wei Zixian did it?"

Wind Thirteen nodded.

"Huh?" Yang Xuan smiled and didn't say any more.

There was silence inside the tent, and a pin drop could be heard.

No one was speaking at this time, they were waiting for Yang Xuan's decision.

"Let's go back. After a while, Yang Xuan suddenly said.

Feng Thirteen and the others were stunned, go back?

"Your Highness, ......what's going on here?" Yu Jiu looked at Yang Xuan suspiciously.

"We don't care about it here for the time being, and leave it to the people of the Martial Arts Alliance to have a headache. Yang Xuan said lightly: "Let's go back directly." ”

Feng Thirteen nodded, and interjected: "It's okay to go back, the Blood Corpse Ancestor doesn't know where he is, if he wants to be unfavorable to His Highness, it is extremely dangerous." ”

As soon as Feng Thirteen's words came out, everyone was silent.

The True God Realm, also known as the True God, is the true God of this world, even if it is at the peak of the Void God Realm, in front of the True God, it is just a speck of dust.

"Actually, I've already seen the Blood Corpse Ancestor. Yang Xuan's words were astonishing, and he was shocked.

"What?" everyone was shocked.

"Your Highness, ...... you" Feng Thirteen didn't even care about the politeness and asked anxiously.

"Not long ago, I met the Blood Corpse Ancestor in the Gu Zhen Empire, and we were defeated and lost. ”

Be quiet!

There was a terrible silence inside the tent.

Everyone was stunned, almost suspecting that they were having auditory hallucinations.

After a while, Lei Nineteen muttered, "You...... You're saying that you fought the Blood Corpse Ancestor and then fled?"

Yang Xuan shook his head and sighed: "It's not a fight, because he has only shot once from beginning to end, and I am far from his opponent." ”

Everyone gasped.

After a while, Twenty-Three let out a long breath and said with a wry smile on his face: "I always thought that His Highness's cultivation was extremely profound, but I didn't expect it to be so high, under the hands of the True God, he could also retreat with his whole body, which is simply incredible." ”

The others also had expressions of deep understanding, as if they felt extremely unbelievable that Yang Xuan could escape from the hands of the Blood Corpse Ancestor.

Yang Xuan shook his head, he could also understand the psychology of everyone.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that he detonated the Yin and Yang Chaos with his magic weapon tenfold and took the opportunity to escape into the Forgotten Land, it was difficult to say whether he would be able to escape from the hands of the Blood Corpse Ancestor.

"Let's go, let's go back to the Holy Mountain now. After a sigh, Yang Xuan said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" everyone replied in unison.

With the sword of the Blood Corpse Ancestor hanging high above his head, how can everyone stay here is naturally not different.

Everyone was not a person who dragged mud and water, so they immediately set up camp and hurried overnight.

However, the group had a large number of people and the goal was too big, under Yu Jiu's suggestion, Xie Cheng led the men and horses of the Battle Hall and the four guards to go behind, while Yang Xuan and the twenty-three twenty-four people went first and returned as fast as possible.

Yang Xuan naturally had no objection.

The Blood Corpse Ancestor was targeting him, and without him, the others would be safe.

Everyone naturally understood this truth, but Feng Thirteen and the others wanted to go with Yang Xuan, and they were strictly ordered by Yang Xuan to stop it, so they gave up.

Although the port of the Holy Mountain was far away from here, with the speed of the three of them, they naturally wouldn't worry about this kind of problem.

The speed of the three of them was raised to the extreme, and the scenery under their feet turned into streamers, dragging out countless long phantoms.

Yang Xuan looked at the ground under his feet, and suddenly remembered the scene when the Blood Corpse Ancestor tore the void with his bare hands.

When this method is used, there is no difference between martial arts cultivation and true cultivation, and it is all a direct application of the rules.

Among the true cultivation methods, there are also similar spells that shrink the ground into inches, and even cast them, which are faster and faster than the void displacement of the martial artist, and are the exclusive spells of the cultivators.

But it's a pity that Yang Xuan only knows the name of shrinking the ground into inches, and he has no clue how to apply it.

In the high-speed movement, Yang Xuan's mind was spinning rapidly, and hundreds of thoughts flowed through his heart quickly, and so on.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and he looked in the direction of the right.

It was night, and there was no moon, but a few stars hung high, revealing a faint glow.

Under the reflection of that glimmer of starlight, in the void on the right, several figures flew over at an extremely fast speed.