The three of the Flying Feather Sect glanced at the area, their eyes shining, looking from one mountain to another, nothing could escape their gaze.

Zhang Wenlin has a seven-foot bamboo leaf secret weapon at his feet, Mo Kun carries white feather wings, Shi Changkong also controls the rainbow, everyone has extreme speed, with Peng Wei's seriously injured body, if he is discovered, he will definitely not be able to escape.

"I don't know if you can escape with me smoothly, but I would like to warn you in advance, pay attention to the streaming disc in Zhang Wenlin's hand. Peng Wei spoke weakly, his body was like a candle in the wind, and he stood up tremblingly.

"What is a streamer?" asked Zhuo Chuan.

"A six-land magic soldier, under normal circumstances, the ancient tomb of Liancheng is not allowed to have a power that exceeds the realm of the life cave, but the magic soldier dug up from some ancient places can break through a trace of restriction and be powerful. ”

Peng Wei explained that the streamer disc was originally a burial soldier dug up from the ancient Great Power Tomb by a disciple of the Guyan Sect, and was later taken away by the monks of the Feiyu Sect and in their hands.

Zhuo Chuan asked, "How do you know so clearly?"

"Fifteen years ago, the Lonely Goose Gate declined, the people of the sect were isolated from the world, the Flying Feather Sect coveted the inheritance of the secret method, secretly destroyed the Lonely Goose Gate, and covered up its behavior to the outside world, until now other sects still think that the Lonely Goose Gate is to close the mountain to the outside world, regardless of the ...... of the world."

When Peng Wei said this, his eyes were cold, and he had great hatred in his heart, and he looked up at Shi Changkong in the Shenhong Pilot.

"Are you from the Lonely Goose Gate?" Zhuo Chuan was surprised, he didn't expect such a past incident.

The latter nodded silently and admitted his identity.

At the beginning of the tragedy of the destruction of the Lonely Goose Gate, the outside world did not know, all the disciples of the sect died, and those who fled, and the surviving people were afraid of the Flying Feather Sect forces, and most of them lived in seclusion or fled, and since then they have severed their relations with the Lonely Goose Gate.

He continued: "Fifteen years ago, in the bloody case, as the grandson of the Supreme Elder of the Lonely Goose Sect, I was cultivating in a secret place at that time, isolating everything, and condensing the divine blood with all my heart, but when I came out, I saw it full of devastation. ”

Peng Wei also told Zhuo Chuan that his real name was Bing Shenyan, and after the destruction of the Lonely Goose Gate, he was taken in by Peng Lao, a great power of loose cultivation, and changed his name to Peng Wei.

Bing Shen Yan ...... Well, this name is indeed a lot better than Peng Wei. ”

The two of them didn't continue to talk, because the three of the Flying Feather Sect had already rushed here.

There was a silver-white long feather in front of them, and there was a faint light and rain shrouded in the whole body, and they didn't know whether it was a secret treasure or a magic condensation, but they actually sensed the breath of Bing Shenyan, leading Shi Changkong and a few people to come slowly.

"What means do you have to use, if I can leave alive, the scale armor that recorded the Blue Eagle Treasure will be yours from now on. Bing Shenyan said.

Now he could only pin everything on Zhuo Chuan, hoping that this young man could really have some special way to let them escape the search of the three people of the Flying Feather Sect.

"Means?" Zhuo Chuan grinned, "There is no means, just run!"

When Bing Shenyan heard this, his face changed suddenly: "That's Shi Changkong, and besides, the seven-foot bamboo sail that Zhang Wenlin has mastered is also a secret treasure of extreme speed, what are you going to run?"

The other three were not ordinary monks, they were extremely fast, if he hadn't had the extremely fast body technique in the Blue Eagle Treasure Technique, Zhang Wenlin would have been able to catch up with him without using a streaming disc earlier.

"Compared to the speed of escape, I say second, and only Su Ze dares to say first!" Zhuo Chuan was full of confidence.

When Shi Changkong and the others were still hundreds of feet away from them, Zhuo Chuan finally moved.

He picked up the weak Bing Shen Yan, and brought the secret technique of shrinking the ground into inches to the extreme of his mastery, turning it into a streamer in one step, and it disappeared in an instant.

"It's Zhuo Chuan, he's with the remnants of the Lonely Goose Gate!" Mo Kun shouted, recognizing the two who were flying away at great speed.

Shi Changkong's eyes were cold, and he took a seven-foot bamboo sail from Zhang Wenlin, and urged it with a secret method to form a three-zhang lonely boat.

The three of them stepped up, like a breeze of fresh wind, and chased after the void.

The seven-foot bamboo sail is a precious secret weapon, and under the control of Shi Changkong, it is very fast, not slower than Zhuo Chuan, and follows closely.

"What is the origin of that bamboo leaf fan, why is it so fast?" Zhuo Chuan's expression was ugly, and the speed that the other party showed now was no slower than when Wei Xin chased him outside the ancient ruins.

Bing Shenyan was also shocked, on the one hand, it was Zhuo Chuan's footwork, ancient rhyme, like a secret technique lost in the legend.

On the other hand, Zhang Wenlin's seven-foot bamboo sail also surprised him: "I thought it was an imitation, but now it seems that it is a genuine seven-foot bamboo sail?"

"To put it bluntly!"

Zhuo Chuan has a strong sense of crisis, if this continues, he can't get rid of the three of the Feiyu Sect, and sooner or later he will be caught.

"The seven-foot bamboo sail is a small dao soldier, as famous as the Lingfeng Wing of the Demon Desolation, and it belongs to the Divine Secret Treasure, which is in the hands of the Flying Feather Sect Pavilion Advocate Qing. Bing Shenyan explained.

"Little Daobing?" Zhuo Chuan's heart sank, and his eyebrows tightened.

He had specially inquired about the news of the cultivation of soldiers' weapons, and the cultivation of the Heavenly Foot, the Life Cave, the Six Places, the Five Palaces, and the Dragon's Back monks were called magic soldiers, and most of them were mainly killed, and protective magic weapons such as golden jade clothes were very rare.

The strength of the magic soldier is mostly related to the material of the sacrifice in the realm, although it is precious, it is not a matter of asking for it.

As for the Dao soldiers, they are the treasure soldiers that can only be cultivated and cultivated by powerful cultivators of the Dao Arm realm and above, and they contain the Dao meaning that they have comprehended.

Often a Taoist soldier needs hundreds of years of careful cultivation to form, the killing force is unparalleled, the protective weapon defense is shocking, ordinary monks can meet but not seek, generally only in the hands of important people in the Daomen.

Just like the Void Hanging Mirror on the Heavenly Hanging Mirror Peak of Ziyang Cave, it is said to be a small Taoist soldier, as one of the treasures of Ziyang's town teaching, it hangs on the Hanging Mirror Peak all the year round, if it is not a major event, it must not be used.

Now when Bing Shenyan told him that the seven-foot bamboo sail was actually a small dao soldier, Zhuo Chuan's head buzzed.

Fortunately, the Liancheng Ancient Tomb is not allowed to have combat power beyond the realm of the Destiny Cave!

Even if the seven-foot bamboo sail is a Taoist soldier, even if it can break through a little limit, it is still far from being able to reach the speed of the outside world, and Zhuo Chuan and they are not without a chance to escape.

"What is Zhang Wenlin's identity, how can he have such a thing?" Zhuo Chuan tried his best to cast the secret technique, his steps were disillusioned, and his body was like a streamer, but he still couldn't get rid of Shi Changkong and the others.

"The name of the master of the Ling Pavilion is Zhang Qing, Zhang Wenlin is the third grandson of that old thing, and he is deeply loved in this generation!"

Bing Shenyan's face was very ugly, he thought that it would be rare for Zhang Qing to give Zhang Wenlin an imitation of a seven-foot bamboo sail, but he didn't expect him to be so bold......

Zhuo Chuan also slandered, and put the small Taoist soldiers in the hands of a life cave monk, so he was not afraid of being coveted and taken away?

But when you think about it, it's not unreasonable.

In the ancient tomb of Liancheng, Wei Xin and other characters did not come, the monks of the six places did not make a move, Mo Kun, Zhang Wenlin and others were the top combat power, and the identity of the Flying Feather Sect was there, who would dare to take it?

"I have to admit that your footwork is amazing, but you must also know that when your manpower is exhausted, you can't escape. Mo Kun's voice came from behind them, the two sides were nearly a thousand meters apart, and in such an extremely fast flight, their magic could not bombard Zhuo Chuan and the others, otherwise he would have done it a long time ago.

Zhuo Chuan ignored it, and took off without looking back.

"My Flying Feather Sect is not something you can blaspheme and provoke, I advise you to be arrested, and there is still a chance to leave your whole corpse. ”

"Noise!" Zhuo Chuan snorted coldly, and the Shenhua under his feet was disillusioned, and his speed was a little faster.

......

In the sky of the Liancheng Ancient Tomb, two streamers of light swept across quickly, and Zhuo Chuan took Bing Shen Yan, and his whole body was full of divine power, one step at a time, and the speed was extremely fast.

In the rear, Shi Changkong urged a seven-foot bamboo sail, like a flat boat in the Han Sea, floating calmly, but as fast as lightning.

"To tell you the truth, I would love to throw you at them right now, and I took the opportunity to escape. After a long time on the run, Zhuo Chuan was already a little tired.

"Then they will slash me with a single sword, and continue to chase you. Bing Shenyan said.

Hearing this, Zhuo Chuan scolded helplessly, he knew that he wouldn't care about his, but now he is in trouble, and his life is on the front line.

However, in the end, he was still too arrogant, thinking that he was not afraid of everyone with the secret technique of shrinking the land into inches, and put himself in this situation.

They fled all the way to the west, and the mountains fell behind them, and the woods retreated, and the wind was galloping.

"What is the place in front of me, how do I feel a little wrong......" Zhuo Chuan felt a little uneasy in his heart.

In front, there is a continuous mountain range, the terrain is undulating, the ancient timber wolf forest, the mountain cliffs are towering, and the rivers shuttle horizontally, and the aura is full of energy.

But Zhuo Chuan felt that it was strange and indescribable, like a wisp of wind floating in front of him, unable to grasp it.

Behind them, Shi Changkong and the three of them also frowned, sensing something unusual.

"It's ...... Where the gods fell?!" Bing Shenyan's eyes widened, unable to believe it.

His tone trembled slightly, telling Zhuo Chuan to quickly turn around, this place must not be broken into: "Why did you run here?"

"What the hell is this place!" Zhuo Chuan and him fell to the ground, and when they looked back, Shi Changkong and the others also stopped, put away the seven-foot bamboo sail, and looked around cautiously.

"There are two places in the ancient tombs of Liancheng that you can't visit, the big tomb in the east and the place where the gods fall in the west, both are forbidden areas, and living beings are not allowed to set foot on them. ”

Bing Shenyan faltered, he had regained some strength, and looked up at the mountains and mountains ahead.

It's already very close to the legendary land of the gods.

The surrounding heaven and earth are exquisite, there are rows of ancient mountains in the distance, the aura is rich, the clouds are steaming, like a blessed land of immortals.

But their hearts were heavy, and their intuition told Zhuo Chuan that this was by no means a good land, and every piece of soil and every flower and plant could hide a terrifying crisis, containing great horror.

"Legend has it that the real demon god was buried here, and the filthy blood stained the red mountains and rivers, creating such a place where the gods fell. Bing Shenyan said, repeatedly asking Zhuo Chuan to leave here as soon as possible, and he couldn't stay for a long time.

"Over the years, there have been many people who do not believe in evil and have broken into the land of the gods, but there is no surprise that those people are either dead or crazy, and the monks who came out alive are also like a different person, far away, and they are nowhere to be found. ”

The Land of Godfall is extraordinary, but because it is located in the Ancient Tomb of Liancheng, it will only be opened when the Ancient Ruins are revived, so its reputation is not as great as that of the Ancient Ruins, but the danger here is no less than the deepest part of the Ruins!

You must know that in that place of the ancient ruins, there is such a desolate and exotic bird as hating the sky, and even the monks of the Five Palaces realm dare not set foot on it, and they will die if they are not careful.

"There's the Jedi ahead, I'll see how you can escape!"

Zhang Wenlin and a few people walked towards Zhuo Chuan and Bing Shen Yan, they didn't fly with the rainbow, they jumped up the cliff in the mountains like spirit monkeys, and slowly approached the two.

Zhuo Chuan was helpless, he couldn't stand still and wait for death, regardless of Bing Shenyan's objection, he walked straight towards the land where the gods fell.

"Are you crazy?" Bing Shenyan was in a very poor physical condition, very weak, and now he was in a dilemma.

On one side is the legendary Jedi who has no life and death, and on the other hand, there are the people of the Flying Feather Sect who have been chasing him for many days, neither side is a good choice.

"In the hands of the Flying Feather Sect, we will definitely not survive, but in this place where the gods fall, aren't there still people who have survived?" Zhuo Chuan said.

"Those who came out alive have changed into a different person, and their original selves may have died long ago. The latter shook his head.

"I'm going to go in anyway, and as for yourself, I can't decide. Zhuo Chuan's words were firm and he walked away calmly.