The purple-robed monk of Yundang Mountain saw that Ling Xingnan had distanced himself again, and this time he was not angry but rejoiced.

After all, with Ling Xingnan's third-layer realm cultivation, the speed of the imperial weapon flying was even faster than that of most god-man sixth-layer cultivators, and he guessed that most of Ling Xingnan's body was due to some incredible treasure to increase his speed.

As a result, the purple-robed monk also began to increase the flight speed of his imperial weapon to a higher level, almost reaching the extreme of his imperial weapon flight.

Sure enough, under the purple-robed monk's almost full strength, they immediately narrowed the distance again, and once again pulled back to two or three hundred meters.

When Ling Xingnan felt the speed of the purple-robed monk's imperial weapon behind him, he immediately knew that the purple-robed monk had increased his speed again.

In this way, the two of them flew for hundreds of miles like this, and gradually, the distance between Ling Xingnan and the purple-robed monk became closer and closer, almost within a hundred meters.

Ling Xingnan ran desperately in front, and the amount of Yuan Power consumed in his body was very large, if it wasn't for his cultivation of the Mixed Spiritual Technique, he would have been unable to support it a long time ago.

"Hey, fuck this purple-robed monk, he was really completely enraged by me, and this time he refused to give up with me. It seems that I have to release the fifth genus to fight with it......" Thinking of this, Ling Xingnan secretly scolded the purple-robed monk in his heart, and even decided to release the fifth genus yuan power again to control the purple cloud sword.

Ling Xingnan felt the killing intent of the purple-robed monk behind him more and more clearly, and he didn't think about it anymore, and directly released the fifth type of Yuan Force, the Wood Yuan Force, from the dantian in his body.

After the Purple Cloud Knife was blessed by the fifth type of wood elemental power, its speed really increased again.

Originally, the purple-robed monk of Yundang Mountain saw that Ling Xingnan was getting closer and closer to him, and he thought that he was already lacking in Yuan Strength. Destined to be killed by himself.

Unexpectedly, under his stunned expression, he once again saw Ling Xingnan's Imperial Envoy Purple Cloud Knife speeding forward and shooting out.

100 meters, 300 meters, 500 meters...... All the way up to almost 800 meters. Only then did the purple-robed monk realize that the momentum of Ling Xingnan's flying sword was no slower than his own.

Seeing this, the purple-robed monk really began to frown.

But. He was also even more sure that there must be an amazing treasure on Ling Xingnan's body, otherwise, with his third-layer realm cultivation of gods, how could he have a royal weapon flight speed that was not weaker than that of a first- and second-layer cultivator of a divine soldier.

"Boy, where are you going, be ready to die!"

The purple-robed monk originally had the intention of slowly torturing Ling Xingnan to death after catching him, but he suspected that Ling Xingnan was carrying a treasure to speed up the imperial journey, so in order to avoid long nights and dreams, he decided to give up his previous plan. Instead, he planned to use the fastest speed and method to solve Ling Xingnan.

The purple-robed monk was ruthless, and sure enough, all the power of the genus vitality in his body was released and injected into the pitch-black sword under his feet.

As a result, the speed of the purple-robed monk's royal journey really increased, and immediately from seven or eight hundred meters away just now, it instantly shrank to four or five hundred meters, and even narrowed the distance at an absolute speed.

Ling Xingnan once again sensed that the purple-robed monk's imperial weapon was chasing after him, and his heart was really depressed, and he injected the five kinds of Yuan Force in his body into the Purple Cloud Knife under his feet with all his strength. The speed of the flight was only slightly improved, and there was still a slight gap compared to the speed of the purple-robed monk who was traveling with his vitality.

However, if this continued, Ling Xingnan estimated that sooner or later he would be chased and killed by the purple-robed monk behind him.

At this time, the distance between the purple-robed monk and Ling Xingnan was only about two hundred meters. And the gap is gradually narrowing.

When the distance between the purple-robed monk and Ling Xingnan shrank to about a hundred meters, the purple-robed monk really began to attack with the palm and fist momentum condensed by the vitality qi, and from time to time he threw out a deadly sky-breaking poison diamond like a hidden weapon to attack and kill......

If it weren't for Ling Xingnan's dodging left and right. And relying on the flying technique of the sword, he is becoming more and more flexible and proficient, but he is afraid that he has been poisoned.

"Haha...... The kid is dying. Finally, it's almost time to get up, right?" the purple-robed monk saw that Ling Xingnan was killed by his own attack and was hiding in Tibet. Sure enough, he laughed.

Ling Xingnan heard the loud laughter of the purple-robed monk behind him, but he didn't pay attention to him, but continued to dodge the purple-robed monk's attacks left and right, and kept thinking about how to escape.

"Hmph, it's out today...... I simply released the last kind of Yuan Force and flew with the sword, I don't believe that you can still catch up!" When Ling Xingnan was chased to a desperate situation by the purple-robed monk, he finally decided to release the sixth type of Yuan Force in the dantian in his body, the Earth Yuan Force.

The next moment, Ling Xingnan also released the last kind of earth genus Yuan Force in the dantian in his body, and flew with the sword at the same time with the six kinds of Yuan Force, which was the first time for Ling Xingnan.

Sure enough, after a slight tremble, the Purple Cloud Knife under Ling Xingnan's feet increased in power, and the speed of the shot instantly increased greatly.

Ling Xingnan felt that his speed suddenly increased, and the whirring wind in his ears alone was much more obvious.

When the purple-robed evil cultivator saw Ling Xingnan's sudden surge in speed again, his eyes were about to roll out of his sockets, and his feelings almost collapsed instantly.

"Damn, what kind of treasure is there on this kid's body that is speeding up the speed of the imperial weapon? This is why the three layers of gods and men have such a perverted imperial weapon speed, if he waits for his cultivation to be more refined, won't it be against the sky?" When the purple-robed evil cultivator of Yundang Mountain saw that he was instantly pulled away by a distance of nearly a thousand meters, he finally scolded in his heart.

Ling Xingnan also noticed that the speed of his imperial sword flight was much faster, greatly widening the distance between him and the purple-robed evil cultivator, and the attack of the purple-robed evil cultivator could no longer disturb his side, and his mood suddenly improved.

While releasing the six kinds of Yuan Force Imperial Sword Flying with all his strength, he also looked back at the purple-robed evil cultivator who had been turned upside down, and began to scold: "My son, there is a kind of chasing your grandfather. Oh no, it's right to chase your daddy, I almost got it wrong...... Ha ha. ”

The purple-robed evil cultivator heard Ling Xingnan's scolding, not to mention how angry he was, but he had already increased the speed of his second-layer divine weapon to the limit, where was there still the strength to increase his speed again to catch up with Ling Xingnan, he could only watch as Ling Xingnan opened up more and more distance from him.

At this time, Ling Xingnan also saw that the speed of the purple-robed evil cultivator's imperial weapon had reached the limit, and it was impossible for him to catch up with him at his current speed, and his heart was finally steady.

Later, Ling Xingnan roughly calculated, from the beginning to the present, in order to escape the pursuit of the purple-robed evil cultivators, he had at least flown four or five thousand miles with the sword, from the prairie to a desert full of yellow sand.

The desert with no end in sight was full of yellow sand, even if Ling Xingnan's Imperial Sword was flying hundreds of zhang in the air, he could still feel the air waves rolling in the sky, and the heat was steaming.

The purple-robed monk had already been thrown away by Ling Xingnan, and now the two were at least two or three thousand meters apart, even if the purple-robed monk was a monk of the second-layer realm of the divine soldier, he couldn't help Ling Xingnan.

However, the purple-robed monk also thought about it, even if Ling Xingnan relied on the treasure that accelerated the speed of the imperial weapon, there would always be a time when the Yuan power in his body was excessively consumed.

As long as the Yuan Force in Ling Xingnan's body was not enough, he would have a chance to catch up with Ling Xingnan and kill him.

Because, the purple-robed monk was still very confident in the rich vitality in the body of the second-layer realm monk of his divine soldier.

The purple-robed monk had long been shocked that Ling Xingnan could have such a strong genus power, even if Ling Xingnan had some great treasure to speed up the imperial weapon, this would also have to rely on his own genus power to support it, right?

However, as soon as the flying figure of the purple-robed monk's imperial weapon entered the sky above the edge of the desert covered with yellow sand, he suddenly felt something, and his expression changed for a while, and he immediately remembered something.

"What...... This...... Isn't this the Fire Desert? This kid is heading towards the center of the Fire Desert, isn't he looking for his own death?" The purple-robed monk looked at Ling Xingnan and shot into the middle of the desert covered with yellow sand without pause, but he suddenly stopped his figure and exclaimed.

However, Ling Xingnan didn't know that among the great states of Nanzhan, there were three quite famous murderous places for thousands of years, as long as the cultivation was slightly higher, some Divine Dao realm cultivators with some visions knew it very well.

One is the Kuntu swamp, the second is the abyss, and the third is the desert from the fire.

As a purple-robed monk in the second-layer realm of the Divine Soldiers in the Nanzhan Gang, he naturally knew that the Fire Desert was a very famous and dangerous place.

As soon as the purple-robed monk Fang entered the edge of the fire desert, he had already stopped flying the imperial weapon, and he stood in the void, looking at the figure of Ling Xingnan, who was getting farther and farther away, speechless for a long time.

"Damn, this stinky boy wants to die by himself, so why won't Lao Tzu accompany you?" The purple-robed monk saw that Ling Xingnan had entered a distance of nearly 10,000 meters from the Fire Desert, and when he knew the danger of the Fire Desert, he really didn't dare to chase after him further, and in the end he could only show an unwilling look and scolded fiercely.

At this moment, Ling Xingnan continued to fly towards the Imperial Sword in the center of the Away Fire Desert at the slightest speed, and he didn't realize that the purple-robed monk behind him had stopped chasing him.

Of course, as an outsider in the Lingyun World, he didn't know that this so-called Desert from Fire was actually a famous and dangerous place in Nanzhan Dabang.

Ling Xingnan just felt that the more he flew towards the middle of this desert filled with yellow sand, the scorching air flow in the surrounding sky became more and more intense, and the transpiration in the space became even worse, and the speed at which he flew towards the imperial sword became slower and slower, and even the Yuan Force in his body was gradually suppressed.

Ling Xingnan noticed that flying towards the middle of the desert was becoming more and more laborious, and it was becoming more and more difficult to even fly with the sword.

So he felt the strangeness of the desert here, and immediately looked behind him, and sure enough, he found that the fierce purple-robed monk did not catch up, and thought that he had been thrown off a long time ago and could not catch up. (To be continued......)