Chapter 638: The Imprint of a Hundred Years Ago
After the gray-haired young man arrived, he stopped for a moment, and the man sneered, his gray pupils turned, and he looked at the two blood shadows, carefully distinguishing them. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info
But his gaze wandered over the two blood shadows for a long time, but he was never able to tell which one was Dongfang Mo's deity. Unexpectedly, this kind of technique performed by Dongfang Mo was so subtle, and the gray-haired young man's face suddenly became gloomy.
"The one on the left!"
At this moment, a pink glow rushed past him, and the voice of Aomagnolia was heard in it.
When the words fell, the pink glow was already two hundred feet away.
The gray-haired young man was only slightly stunned, and he immediately dodged and chased after him.
And a few Infant Transformation Realm monks who followed behind the two of them may have also received the transmission of Qing Mulan, and they all chased after the blood shadow on the left without hesitation.
As for the blood shadow on the right, which had disappeared into the sky, it didn't even attract anyone's attention.
At this time, Dongfang Mo was wrapped in blood-colored flames because he had cast the Blood Shadow Technique, so his speed increased by as much as thirty percent.
But when he looked at Qing Mulan and the others chasing behind him, his face twitched. Needless to say, Aomulan must have some way to confirm his whereabouts.
It's just that after thinking about it, he was sure that it was impossible for Aomulan to move his hands, but he didn't know it.
After thinking about it for a long time, for some reason, the scene in front of him reminded him of the scene when he was chased and killed by Biying Zhenren.
At the beginning, Biying Zhenren was able to find his location, but it was because he relied on a bottle of this woman's refining soul nourishing pill on his body, so that he could chase him for several years.
Perhaps Aomagnolia is mostly using a similar method.
Thinking of this, Dongfang Mo was in a hurry, and the thoughts in his mind turned quickly.
The next moment, his eyes flashed.
I saw that his mana was injected into the storage bag on his waist, and he carefully examined it among the many items.
After more than ten breaths, he finally took out an ordinary-looking white jade bottle from an inconspicuous corner of the storage bag.
The moment he looked at this thing, Dongfang Mo showed a calm expression.
He remembered that this thing was when he went to the Qingling Monument with Qing Mulan, and when he and this woman joined forces to kill the four elders of the Xuanji Gate one by one, he was not lightly injured at that time, and Qing Mulan gave it to him. In the jade bottle is a healing elixir.
It's just that he was suspicious of Qing Mulan at the beginning, and the injuries on his body were not very serious, so he just checked the pill once, put it in the storage bag, and didn't take it.
Looking at the jade bottle in his hand, he looked a little surprised, and then his eyebrows and eyes opened, and he covered the jade bottle in his hand.
The next moment, his brow furrowed.
After pondering for a moment or two, he reached out and flicked the cork open, poured out a snow-white elixir, and then continued to shroud his divine sense.
With his cultivation in the middle stage of the Infant Realm now, he instantly sensed that there was a mana fluctuation inside the pill.
At this point, Dongfang Mo's eyes couldn't help but narrow.
I didn't expect that there was something wrong with this thing, and I didn't expect Qing Mulan to do something to him back then, and he didn't know anything about it for more than 100 years.
Looking at the pill in his hand, he was about to crush it.
But the next moment he stopped moving, and then glanced behind him.
Looking at the people who were chasing after each other, and after looking at the pill in his hand, Dongfang Mo's eyes rolled, and he suddenly thought about it.
He put the elixir into the jade bottle, and from the storage bag, took out a beautifully shaped wooden box.
Waving his hand at the wooden box, he popped open, stuffed the porcelain bottle into it, and finally put the wooden box into the storage bag.
At this time, he tore apart, tore open the void in front of him, and drilled directly into it.
After the gray-haired young man, Qing Mulan and the others chased him, they did not give up chasing him in the slightest, and also tore open the void and chased in.
Dongfang Mo glanced behind him and saw the gray-haired young man led by him. He had expected this, and then slapped the storage bag on his waist, took out the Tissot, and threw it in the air, and the Tissot rose in the wind, and finally turned into a length of a few feet.
Dongfang Mo stepped on Tissot with his feet, and the surging mana in his body rolled into it.
"Whew!"
I saw that his speed increased by two percent again, and in a flash, he disappeared at the end of the void in the distance, and the distance between the gray-haired youth and him was gradually widening.
The Heaven Escape Magic Weapon under his feet was originally used by the cultivators of the Ning Dan Realm, and under the forcible injection of the strong mana of his Infant Transformation Realm, this thing trembled in an instant, and there were some signs of inadequacy, and subtle cracks appeared on the surface after a while.
Dongfang Mo didn't care about this, he was originally planning to scrap this thing and increase the speed, he didn't care if this magic weapon was damaged, he only prayed that this magic weapon could last a little longer.
After galloping for most of the day, when he turned around, he could no longer see the gray-haired young man and the others, and could only feel a few powerful breaths hanging behind him, he reached out again and tore open the space and drilled out.
Not long after, the gray-haired youth and Qing Mulan also arrived, and the two naturally noticed the spatial fluctuations left by Dongfang Mo. He and the woman immediately chased out, but as soon as the two of them drilled out of the void, they didn't see Dongfang Mo's figure, and the aura left by Dongfang Mo also disappeared.
Seeing the corner of Qing Mulan's mouth hooked, the woman took out a delicate jade plate, and waved her hand to the jade plate and continued to play a legal decision.
However, with her movements, the ancient well on the jade plate was waveless, and there was no response.
Aomagnolia frowned, and then tried several times, and the final result was the same.
The woman guessed that Dongfang Mo might have cast some kind of treasure or spell that could hide his breath. The mark she left on Dongfang Mo was only done during the foundation building period, and the means were really a little rudimentary. With Dongfang Mo's cultivation in the infant realm, there are many ways to temporarily block that imprint. So now that there is nothing on the jade plate, she doesn't feel strange.
"Look for them separately and reply once an hour."
After a short period of thought, the woman looked at the five or six people who had rushed to the next and ordered.
In her opinion, Dongfang Mo can hide for a short time, but after a long time, he will definitely expose his breath, but he can find him immediately.
But even so, it is impossible for this woman to die here. The words fell, and she took the lead in one direction.
The gray-haired young man swept around, and also chose a direction and galloped away.
After the rest of the people groaned slightly, they naturally turned around and broke through the air in all directions.
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Half a day later, a figure in a Taoist robe galloped from the sea and came to the sky above an island with a radius of more than ten miles.
Looking at the several layers of prohibitions opened under his feet, there are still many demon monks entering and exiting the island. The corners of this person's mouth curled up with a sinister smile, and then he opened his mouth and spit out, and a black stone bead the size of a dragon's eye turned into a giant of more than ten zhang, with a rumbling momentum and a terrifying divine soul coercion, and smashed down towards the island under his feet.