Meng Yang's eyes were blazing, unmoved.

As soon as he stepped on his feet, he suddenly rushed to the upper reaches of the Broken River with a momentum of rushing to the sky.

In just ten breaths, he was like an unsheathed cold sword, flying out of the sea of the Broken River with the Blue Yao Spirit Cover and a large splash of water.

The spiritual sense spread and swept away, and the monks around the broken river were suddenly shocked, and their faces changed greatly.

And those who thought they were strong and powerful were all swept away by the spiritual consciousness that did not hide their breath.

When they came back to their senses, several people subconsciously took out the jade slip that was placed in the placket.

After the mind was immersed in it, they all looked surprised, their pupils condensed, and the qi and blood on their bodies couldn't stop boiling.

Counting the time, one after another people rushed out of the sea area of the broken river and chased in the direction of Meng Yang's escape.

This scene made the people around the Broken River Sea all look different and breathe rapidly.

In just a few moments, more than a dozen monks were controlled by greedy desires and joined the team chasing Meng Yang.

There are also people who think about the stakes and know that their strength is too weak, and it will not be useful to catch up, so they choose to wait and see.

Even those female cultivators who had never met before, when they heard the name of Meng Yang's "Hei Luo", their faces were full of admiration, and their hearts trembled.

The monk who did not choose to hunt down Meng Yang had to admit in his heart that in the face of the pursuit of hundreds of monks, he dared to be so ostentatious, and there was no fear on his face, such a person, among the young people of the Eastern Wasteland Plain, there were really few people who could do it.

Of course, the people who joined the army to hunt down Meng Yang, but not all of them had the goal of chasing and killing Meng Yang.

There are still some people who want to witness the true appearance of this black-clothed Yama who has been rumored to be hunted down by the White Ghost Night Order.

"Under the pursuit of many monks, can you still resist and protect yourself?"

A monk who had escaped in the battle to hunt down Meng Yang before muttered to himself at the end of his gaze at the back of his eyes with long hair dancing wildly in the wind.

Although his tone was calm, there was a look of admiration in his eyes, which appeared from time to time.

"Hopefully, you'll get through it safely..."

A woman with beautiful and picturesque eyebrows said with a worried expression.

There are also more than a dozen slim female cultivators beside him, judging from the clothes, they look like people from Fengshan Temple.

And the disciples of the Blood Alliance who had a feud with Meng Yang were all at the forefront of the pursuit team.

People who have nothing to do with Meng Yang, but some have the heart of falling into the well, and some have a lively feeling.

And some came to avenge the senior brothers and sisters of the sect, and in the blink of an eye, the team gathered more than 300 figures.

"I'll see how you escape!"

Just as Meng Yang coldly glanced at the many monks chasing behind him, an extremely clear cold snort suddenly sounded in his ears.

Retracting his gaze, he saw a figure, taking three steps in the air, passing Meng Yang and blocking the way forward.

This person's eyes looking at Meng Yang were full of fire, and in the void with both hands raised, there were already martial arts that had already been prepared.

"Get out..."

Meng Yang swept his eyes coldly, and the realm of the other party's early and mid-stage cultivation was immediately known.

Hearing Meng Yang's disrespectful words, this person's eyes were extremely cold, and he raised his empty hands, and suddenly slapped them down.

Meng Yang immediately felt a huge air current, which was smashing down from the top of his head, and with his eyes fixed, he immediately cast three steps to teleport forward ten steps, rushing towards the monk whose complexion had changed drastically and was blocking in front of him like a great enemy.

The distance between the two was instantly shortened, and Meng Yang didn't say a word, and the shot was a killing move.

With a squirt from his mouth, the monk suddenly screamed, and a large mist of blood instantly rose from the back of his head.

An unreal red light turned back in an instant, and was sucked by Meng Yang and swallowed like a stomach.

Looking at the monk who had convulsed a few times, he slowly closed his eyes with an unwilling expression, and fell headlong.

Meng Yang didn't stop, and continued to take three steps to escape forward.

Although the many monks who are chasing him now are all beginners, it is false to say that they are not afraid.

If you go on like this, I'm afraid that if you can't run ten miles, you will be surrounded by many monks.

In order to gain more time and a chance to live, Meng Yang raised his eyebrows and suddenly swept the storage ring in his hand.

He remembered that one of the Red Sect disciples he had killed before had a book of retreat techniques that were performed at the cost of qi and blood.

This method of escaping, called the secret technique, is relatively common among the Red Sect, and it is also the most suitable for Meng Yang to learn at present.

Between breaths, he has found this secret technique, and without saying a word, he summoned his right palm to slap.

Suddenly, Meng Yang's body trembled uncontrollably, and at the same time, many dense handwriting appeared in his mind.

These handwritings were arranged in order, scrambling to integrate into Meng Yang's mental memory.

Then, the pupil of Meng Yang's right eye flashed, and then a piece of information appeared.

[Xuan-level secret technique condensation phantom body learning successfully, proficiency plus 1]

Glancing at his pupils, Meng Yang's face was gloomy and he didn't hesitate.

As soon as his hands were closed, he immediately drank the sound that filled the air.

"Condense the phantom body, now!"

Suddenly, Meng Yang felt as if a third of the qi and blood in his body had been drained away by a certain ability at this moment.

His face gradually turned pale, and bursts of red mist filled with the smell of qi and blood appeared beside Meng Yang.

When this red mist appeared, it began to split and scatter, forming three red light clusters.

As the light group creeped for a while, in the blink of an eye, it formed a silhouette that became more and more similar to Meng Yang's temperament.

"In He!"

Under the chorus, three shadow-like void mist suddenly rushed towards Meng Yang's body and fused forward.

"Condensation Illusion Body, isn't this our Red Sect's mystical technique, how can he..."

The Red Sect monk who was chasing behind him looked at this scene and quickly stopped his movements.

And the other monks who didn't know what this secret technique was, when they saw that the Red Sect stopped chasing, they also stopped.

As their expressions became more and more solemn, they all focused on the Red Sect monk.

In their hearts, they decided that what Meng Yang was using at this moment must be a powerful supernatural martial art.

Everyone didn't dare to act rashly at this moment, and thanks to these stupid people, Meng Yang had time to show it.

Although the escape secret technique of condensing the phantom body is good, it is a pity that it takes five breaths to cast it.

He was gambling, and when the many monks chasing after him saw this, they would ride the tiger and dare not make a move.

After all, there is only one karmic reward planted by the White Ghost Night Order, and no one will die first to make a wedding dress for others.

And Meng Yang bet right, they really didn't dare to step forward.

He sneered in his heart, didn't say a word, opened his mouth and snorted, "Disperse!"

The phantoms that had been merged together and integrated into the body before suddenly scattered in all directions at the moment when the scattered words fell. Under the scan of spiritual sense, unless Gao Mengyang's palace martial realm is a big realm, he can see through it.

These monks who chased and killed Meng Yang, no matter how they looked at it and how they felt, they were all exactly the same.

Even Meng Yang's sharp temperament is exactly the same.

Without any delay, Meng Yang stepped on his footsteps, turned into a retreat and continued to flee.

Leaving behind many embarrassed and hesitant monks.

For the situation behind him, Meng Yang already had a guess, if he didn't hurry up at this moment, he was afraid of the attention of those smart people, the effect would not be good, only by flying fast, could the attention of a few people fall less on himself, after all, if anyone else, he would think that among the four figures, who escaped fast should be fake, and the slow one should be true.

After all, as itself, it is afraid of attracting attention and does not dare to fly fast.

But Meng Yang just wants to fly fast, the faster he goes, the fewer people who pay attention to himself.

"Chase that?" thoughts kept emerging in the hearts of many monks who were still in the air.

Some have even gone crazy and cursed.

In order to provoke them and make them have no time to think, Meng Yang, whose eyes were cold, grabbed into the void, and shot dozens of heart-snatching blades behind him one after another, delaying their speed while running in the last direction.

"Where to escape, give me sleep!"

Just before Meng Yang ran out of Sanli, five figures suddenly flashed in the distance.

Four of them are sitting cross-legged on the treetops, forming four corners, and constantly chanting strange words.

And the rest of the person happened to be standing in the center, facing an uninhibited cold face, staring at Meng Yang condescendingly.

Seeing this scene, he instantly knew that these five people had been waiting for him.

Without thinking about it, Meng Yang directly threw the embroidered spring knife hanging on his waist over, intending to test it first.

Who knew that the embroidered spring knife had just been taken off, and the spiritual power had not been filled, and the uninhibited young man was impatient and disdained to snort coldly.

"Carving insect skills, see how I catch you!"

After saying that, he suddenly pointed his fingers four times in a row, and pointed to the four people in the east, west, north and south directions.

Then a palm was lined up on his chest, and when he opened his mouth, he spurted blood, which was as thick as a pillar, and was instantly spit out by this person.

The blood spat out, and the moment it flew away from this person, it suddenly burst open, turning into four drops of blood that emitted a strange aura.

Beads of blood dripped down on the four corners of the monk, sitting cross-legged, and suddenly the fingertips of the monk who had made a decision in his hand suddenly opened their eyes, and opened their eyes that were as lifeless and agile as dead people.

The monk standing in the center saw that when the four of them opened their eyes, they kicked a few feet high into the treetops.

The blood that fell on the fingertips was absorbed by the fingers of the four people, and at the same time, a thin red line like a rope appeared on the fingers of the pinching law, and under the extension, under the space where the dead people were separated, there was a big net, a blood-red net.

"Sleepy me!"

Standing in the center, the man drank coldly, and the four of them suddenly moved, opened the big net and immediately rushed towards Meng Yang.

Sensing the many monks rushing behind him, Meng Yang's expression was extremely solemn, and his fingers were also connected in the air.

Four white rays flew away in an instant, attacking the front door of the four people.

Seeing the four white rays rushing towards them, the four of them did not dodge or dodge, and even their faces did not change a bit, like puppets, not knowing how to be afraid, and the monk who stood on the flying sword and watched coldly, saw the four rays of light shooting, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer.

This sneer suddenly made Meng Yang's brows furrow instantly, and without thinking about it, he said silently: "Explosion!"

In an instant, Bai Mang, who rushed in front of the four people, burst in an instant, and the churning fire engulfed the four of them in an instant.

However, there was no imaginary scream, no struggle, and even no change in expression.

The impact of the explosion instantly caused the bodies of the four people to burst, and when the stumps and broken arms flew around, there was not the slightest blood flowing out.

"Hmph, these four people are the puppets I refined to catch you, they are already soulless things, and it is the greatest luck for them to die in your hands, haha, I wonder why there is no blood, that's because in order to catch you, I took out their blood to refine this big net, so you'd better not live up to their hopes, hahaha...!"