Yes, Song Ziyang was deliberately controlled.

The moment he saw the bundle of immortal ropes, he had a flash of inspiration and made a decision:

I had the experience of being trapped by the sneak attack of the Immortal Rope last time, and knew that the Purple Pole Heavenly Fire could easily break it, so I was deliberately trapped, and then waited for the other party to get close to me, and suddenly broke out, killing the other party with the Purple Pole Heavenly Fire.

He thought that Zhong Chuhong would come impatiently and bully himself, but he didn't expect that the person who came was Zhou Hai, who moved the mountains and eight heavens.

That's right!

At present, the two sides are already in a situation of non-stop, and the strongest of them will be eliminated in advance, and the pressure on them will be much less in the follow-up battle.

Casting this type of Bauhinia has almost exhausted all of his yin and yang power, and his mind is also very tired, and he basically has no strength to fight.

Although he has reached the realm of moving mountains, his soul has undergone a qualitative change, his life level has jumped, and the lake transformed by the power of yin and yang in the sea of consciousness has also increased several times compared to before, but it is only barely able to display the bauhinia flower.

And, still rely on the help of the Yin-Yang Mirror!

Glancing at the crowd, he turned and fled without hesitation, crossed the pond and entered the mouth of the cave, and disappeared in an instant.

Everyone stared blankly at the handful of ashes on the ground, and their faces were full of fear.

Zhou Hai, who moved mountains and eight heavens, this strong man who could be counted in Caocheng, fell so strangely.

Soul Destroy!

He had a powerful cultivation, a terrifying strength, all kinds of hole cards, and all kinds of hidden methods, and he died before he could use them.

Died under that strange purple flame flower!

Zhong Chuhong was dumbfounded, speechless for a long time, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but more resentment.

Zhou Qinglong was stunned, and involuntarily retreated backwards, straight behind everyone, as if he had some sense of security, and his eyes were full of fear.

This purple flame made his almost irrepressible body tremble, and he subconsciously thought that at the beginning of the official road, if this young man directly attacked this purple flame on himself, would his fate be the same as this Zhou Hai?

The answer, of course, is yes.

He didn't think that the protector he was wearing could stop the purple flames.

Cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his back was instantly soaked.

Like him, it was Cheng Fan who was covered in cold sweat.

His face was also full of horror.

After controlling Song Ziyang, he originally wanted to go over to capture him and send it to the wife of the head of the family, but because his movements were a step slower, he was preempted by Zhou Hai, so he didn't move again.

But he didn't expect that he would escape because of this!

If this purple flame falls on him, he will definitely be doomed.

"Hoo ......"

He breathed a long sigh of relief, and secretly thought in his heart, "This purple flame is afraid that it is no less than the existence of the Qimen Supreme Treasure Thunder Bottle, if I can take it over, then my strength will definitely have a qualitative leap!"

"After this son has cast the purple flame, he is already at the end of the crossbow, and everyone shoots together, he is powerless to resist at all!"

At this moment, his eyes, after fear, were full of greed.

But he thought so in his heart, but he didn't rush to hunt down Song Ziyang at the first time.

Because he couldn't be sure if this boy had a backhand.

"Let the Zhou family go and test it first, make sure that nothing goes wrong, and then make a move, and kill this son in one fell swoop!" his eyes flashed, and he made his own calculations, and suddenly said in his mouth:

"Madam, this son is already at the end of his crossbow, and the consumption of this purple flame is probably very large, and he should no longer be able to use it. If you can't hunt him down in time, wait until he recovers......"

He was silent in time.

But the implication is very clear.

After recovery, the purple flame can be used again, and if you chase him again, someone will definitely fall.

"Kill!"

When Zhong Chuhong heard this, his eyes flashed, and he shouted: "Go, all the people of the Zhou family, go to search for this thief together, kill him to avenge Zhou Hai!"

"Whoever is the first to kill him, I will report it to the head of the family and reward him with one million taels of gold, or cultivation resources of equal value!"

The formation master Zhou Lao who was following him also said in a deep voice at this moment: "The old man has just seen that this thief is tired, and there is no doubt that the end of the strong crossbow is undoubted, at this moment, any monk who moves the mountain realm will probably be able to kill him easily!"

There must be a brave man under the heavy reward, not to mention that there is a virtuous and respected Zhou Lao on the side, and suddenly the Zhou family members and guards, who were still a little hesitant, rushed out with a scream, and rushed to the entrance of the cave where Song Ziyang disappeared.

Li Shaobai looked at the backs of their group of people, was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said: "This young man is not simple......"

"The seventy-two caves of Xingyue are a natural array, this young man has nowhere to escape, he will soon be caught up by the Zhou family, no matter how simple it is, I am afraid that he will also fall here, it is a pity. ”

Li Fenglun shook his head and sighed.

Li Shaobai's gaze suddenly became extremely playful at this moment, and he chuckled and said, "Second uncle, that's not necessarily!"

Li Fenglun was stunned for a moment: "Shaobai, what do you mean?"

"The show is about to appear, how can you and I miss it? Let's go and see what interesting role we can play!"

Li Shaobai laughed, shook the goose feather fan, and slowly paced small steps step by step, moving forward.

..................

Song Ziyang ran wildly all the way, and saw three forks at the end of the road.

Three roads, leading in three directions, may be different caves, or they may be back to the same place.

The seventy-two holes of the stars and the moon are intricately intertwined with each other, and it is difficult to distinguish clearly.

At least at the moment, with Song Ziyang's understanding of the way of the formation, it is still very far away, it is difficult to break the formation, and it takes a lot of energy to find one of the ways to survive, and he does his best.

It's a pity that he doesn't have time to explore it right now.

At present, the most important thing is to find a safe place to restore the power of yin and yang in the sea of consciousness and nourish the soul.

He hesitated for a moment, this time choosing the middle of the cave, and after walking a hundred feet, a narrow cave appeared in front of him.

The cave turned out to be a dead place, with no exit to the rest of the world.

In the middle of the cave, there is a huge stone statue formed naturally, which looks like a fierce beast, with six claws, horns on its forehead, and two wings on its back. The rest of the place is extremely vague and unclear.

He didn't know what this beast was, maybe it was a savage alien, an ancient beast.

When you look up, you can see the stalactites hanging down, almost reaching the ground, connected with the bluestone ground, like an upside-down stone pillar.

The canine teeth are staggered and uneven.

But in this dark, stone-filled cavern there were clusters of low shrubs.

This shrub is probably the reason why it has not seen sunlight for a long time, and the whole body is blue-black, and the small branches are covered with brown thorns, I don't know if it is poisonous or not.

At the top of the shrub, there are small blue flowers at the moment, which are in full bloom.

But what wafted in the whole cave was not a rich fragrance of flowers, but an indescribable strange smell, and there was a faint stench in the fishyness.

It's like the smell of a large number of corpses piled up in the summer and then being bitten and devoured by various scavenging insects such as galls.

Song Ziyang frowned, carefully bypassed the groups of bushes, hid behind a thick stalactite, took out an elixir, and meditated to recover.