After a year of hard work, the strength of Little Wuyou has also grown by leaps and bounds. Now, his cultivation had reached the 15th day of Martial Monarch, three times higher than when he first walked out of the Sound Moon Cave.

Don't underestimate the progress of the Triple Heaven. That was a year ago. In the course of a year, no matter if it is three days, it can be improved, or in the territory of Wu County, it is a terrifying speed. Unfortunately, little Wuyu doesn't have much time to enjoy his progress because he doesn't even have time to relax.

After two hours of recuperation, the injured Xiao Wuyou finally endured. Little Wuyou left the cave and continued to walk deep into the mountains. That deep mountain is wide, stretching for almost thousands of miles. In addition, those large trees that are tens of feet tall obscure the sky and the sun, which is a great place to hide and peep.

He didn't know what the mountain he lived in was called. Because he didn't have a map, he only knew that he was moving northeast. As for whether he had entered the territory of the Xuanfeng Daoist Temple, he didn't know. Without a map, it's quite a hassle.

Over the course of the year, although the strength of the monks chasing him became stronger, the frequency decreased. When they first escaped from the Silver Moon Cave, they encountered a wave of chase almost in half a day. But now, they often encounter the enemy in three or four days.

Not because there are fewer people, but because he is becoming more and more cunning and resourceful.

At the beginning, Xiang Qingshan created the tracking talisman with Xiao Wuwu's qi and blood, which is not very effective now. For others, it's difficult, but for Little Wuyou, as long as we work hard, we can do it.

However, his immortal soul was tempered by the fusion of ten thousand bloods. Ten thousand blood may not have the essence of ten thousand bloods, but there are thousands of people. In order to break the function of the tracker, Xiao Wuwu needs to understand a kind of artistic conception by himself, an artistic conception that can change the breathing of blood - the artistic conception of blood.

The so-called hot-blooded mood is actually a kind of momentum, just like Xiao Wuyou treats dozens of monks in the middle of the martial arts. If this kind of momentum can be cultivated to an unspeakable level, even if it doesn't work, it can achieve the effect of surrendering without a fight.

Initially, understanding a new mood is not a simple matter. However, after winning the first place, Xiao Wuyou happened to gain experience in this area. A few months later, he also understood the artistic conception of blood.

But if the tracker is solved, it doesn't mean he won't be found. Each monk will have some special skills. There are quite a few people looking for it. So now is not the time to let your guard down. Only by stepping out of the territory of the Three Heroes and escaping to a desolate place where the vitality of heaven and earth is weak can it be considered safe.

Going deeper and deeper along the way, Xiao Wuyou not only did not let down his vigilance, but also locked his brows even tighter, because it had been more than seven days, and no new enemies had caught up with him.

This situation is extremely unusual. Without a stalker, it would not be easy for little friendless to escape, but that's the way it is now. And this calmness also happens to reflect this strange place.

After another day of walking, he finally stopped and looked up at the forest. "It looks like he's surrounded. ”

The mountains were shaking, and there were fires on all sides. Forests that once existed for many years suddenly turned into scorched earth. Under the sun, dozens of figures hung in the sky. Those two eyes looked at the white figure in the forest.

"Haha, little friendless, I know where you can escape this time," a blue figure said with a smile.

Xiao Wuyou didn't know this person, but he didn't get in the way of his evaluation of this person. This is a monk who has surpassed the early stage of the Martial Monarch and stepped into the middle stage of the Martial Monarch. His strength surpassed the 25 days of Takegun.

Xiao Wuyou looked at the person's sharp eyes, with a playful expression, looked at the hundred people one after another, and said coldly, "This is really a big hand. A Jiewu Jun to deal with Xiao has already sent thirty people. ”

The characters around Xiao Wuyou are all Wu Jun. Except for 27 of them, who were members of the Wujun group, the remaining 3, including the man in the blue clothes, were all stronger monks than one of the Wujun masters. Such a lineup is enough to sweep through any subordinate unit under the three heroes.

"Little friendless, don't underestimate yourself. You are a monk with three souls. Some families take great pains to catch you. The gift is satisfying. The man in blue said with a smile.

Duan Ling, who was dressed in blue, was a first-level disciple of the Meteor Palace. His achievements have reached the heights of Wu Jun's "Twenty-Five Heavens", and his power is unpredictable.

In the process of hunting down and killing Xiao Wuyou, he discovers that Xiao Wuyou is like a loach that can often escape from heaven in desperate situations. After summarizing, he knew that the reason why Xiao Wuyou was able to escape was not only because of his power, but also because the pursuers were suspicious of each other and could not cooperate.

Moreover, there is only one chance. Anyone who doesn't want to be different, as long as he finds the trace of Xiao Wuyou, he will have a hot head and will chase after him, so that Xiao Wuyou will have the opportunity to break through one by one.

It was for this reason that Duan Ling gave up cooperation with other troops, but found his good friends and formed a team of 30 people. Through some means, he guessed the whereabouts of Xiao Wuyou, and gradually narrowed the encirclement of the entire mountain range, which not only prevented Xiao Wuyou from discovering in advance, but also achieved today's miraculous effect.

30 people dealing with a warrior king for 15 days seems a bit overkill. Even if Xiao Wu was killed in the end, the harvest would only be one-thirtieth of the total. But compared to Xiao Wuyou, it is acceptable to watch others succeed. Also, it is acceptable

"Let someone else go first. With the power of Xiao Wuyou, we can always kill a few people, and the number of people who split will be much smaller. "This is the voice of Duan Ling and the other two monks, they are both Wu Jun and No. 25 Chongtian.

Hearing Duan Ling's words, the other two nodded. They did not object to Duan Ling's arrangement. Duan Ling waved his hand, pointed to the little Wuyou below, and said with a smile: "Everyone, we can't hide things here for too long. Let's get started early. ”

Duan Ling had no interest in talking gibberish with a dying man. Only what is in the precepts belongs to him. Later, it is the true meaning and change of life. He needs to know this better than anyone else.

This was the roar that came out of the mouths of the twenty-seven disciples of Wu Jun. They burst into a rainbow of light. A variety of sprites of different colors appeared in the sky. A few hundred feet away, Qi Qi rushed to the little right.

There were twenty-seven generals, all of them in good spirits. They are powerful enough to scare off any timid monk. There is no need for hand-to-hand combat, no need for soul martial arts, only the sacrifice of the soul, they are convinced that they can capture Xiao Wuyou alive.

Xiao Wuyou, who was in the center of the storm, was depressed. He wanted to find a breakthrough, but he didn't expect Duan Ling to be a person who was good at martial arts, speed, and didn't even have a chance to breathe.

There is no chance to breathe, but this does not mean that Xiao Wuyou will obediently surrender. This team of 30 generals is naturally astounding. In addition, there were three monks who worked for 25 days to plunder the array. This war, which has not yet begun, has fallen into an absolute disadvantage, and even ten people have died and no one has survived. And Xiao Wuyou has always been afraid of any dangerous situation.

"The scum of the Meteorite Palace, come on!" Xiao Wuyou roared angrily, holding the spiritual sword in both hands, and the chaotic battle body bloomed, and it flew into the sky.

At that moment, he appeared in front of the ghost like a bull.

A monastic had a terrible glint in his eyes, and at the same time, a mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth, and his mood suddenly became depressed. How could he not think of the mad bull spirit and martial arts that his martial army had cultivated in fifteen days, and even Xiao Wuyou's sword couldn't resist it.