"Huh, huh?" Bai Hao watched him rush away, stunned for two seconds before coming back to his senses, and hurriedly ran in to recover the talisman.

Bai Hao couldn't understand it anymore, but these two were people who could see the Lord, and with his identity, he naturally had no way to interject.

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"Whew, Whew......"

Dongfang Shiming ran to a tree outside the view, and the last bit of blue luster completely dissipated from here. But the last movement he saw the body was reaching for the trunk, and in that case, he just had to do it again.

Pulling out another talisman, he squeezed through the wound on his hand just now, and said in a low voice: "Point the talisman, get up!" ”

The blue light coincided with the trunk of the tree, and soon Dongfang Shiming reproduced the figure that was eager to escape according to the image in his mind.

Sure enough, coinciding with the previous fragment, Dongfang Shiming saw that this person was under the tree for a while, and immediately ran towards a staggering and unsteady pace. However, compared to just now, his running at the moment was obviously much slower, and Dongfang Shiming didn't need to use all his strength to keep up.

This time, the light disappeared faster than the last time, and I think it was because of the outside, which was blown by the wind and rain, and the traces were not easy to preserve.

It was still not far from the Elephant Wind Temple, but the man was running towards the wilderness that had left the village. Standing in the place where the image disappeared, only the roots of the withered yellow grass swayed, but it was difficult to find an object that was enough to record the traces.

In this case, he naturally will not stop there. Thinking back to the person's movements just now, it seems that he is physically exhausted, or in a trance, or physically injured or disabled, and running on a snowy night is very difficult.

He only ran a few steps to rest on the trunk of the tree, and if so, as long as he found nearby wood and stones for support and cover, he should be able to pick up the clue again.

He looked around and soon noticed a protruding rock not far away. After running a few steps, he cast another talisman next to the rock, hoping to search for it.

Suddenly, that familiar aura reappeared. Dongfang Shiming thought that it was not bad, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw that this person was living behind a rock, sitting on the ground, and seemed to be a little vigilant.

Dongfang Shiming watched his every move. Soon, the image moved again, and I saw that his pace was even slower, and he continued to run in the direction he had just been.

On the other side, Bai Artemisia drove the carriage, but could not find any trace of Dongfang Shiming.

"Huh? Shiming...... Where have you been? ”

She held the reins at a loss, looking east and west, but she couldn't determine where Dongfang Shiming went.

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Time flies. Dongfang Shiming pursued all the way, following the image through the rugged mountain roads and jungles, and before he knew it, it was already night.

The chill soon spread. Dongfang Shiming was exhausted after a day of running, and the cold wind in the forest penetrated through his clothes, and he had to take a rest.

He was located on a stone bridge in the mountains. No one has walked from here for many years, and Dongfang Shiming looked at the map and could find that the route of this person's escape was all deliberately to avoid people and find this strange place to travel.

He sat down beside the old stone pier of the stone bridge, watching the last bit of blue light disappear into the middle of the stone bridge.

Looking up, behind the stratus clouds, a little bit of the moon's light shines.

This kind of deep mountain, and only in winter, there are no ferocious bears, tigers, snakes and insects.

Dongfang Shiming had some dead grass and branches scattered on the ground at hand. The leaves of the trees are naturally uncleaned in the mountains, and they become crispy and rotten when they are hidden by the snow. Dongfang Shiming kicked away a small open space, sat down and piled up a small pile of firewood, took out a fire fold and lit it.

A wisp of open fire dispelled the cold, and Dongfang Shiming's physical strength slowly recovered.

He leaned against the stone pier, and had many questions in his mind about the journey. This man has been running since he left the Elephant Wind Temple, what is he running away from?

In addition, his running form is enough to show that he is not in good shape. Is it born lame, or is it acquired? Or was he injured himself during the violence?

Also, he is hiding all the way...... What is it?

Dongfang Shiming felt a chill in his back, but quickly regained his composure.

In any case, this person is the one who harmed his mother and the Dongfang family. No matter what, whether it is for him or for the hidden secrets behind it, he has to find out along the way.

Thinking like this, he went to touch the talisman bag given by Luan Fufeng on his waist. The dot mark inside has bottomed out, and the originally bulging bag has lost a lot of weight. It seems that next, you have to draw your own talismans to use.

The dark mountains and forests, this ravine is like a dark river. Dongfang Shiming looked at the fire with sparks jumping in front of him, this bit of light was like the only crack that jumped under the sealed deep pool.

Dongfang Shiming stood up. He kicked out the fire, and it was time to get on track.

Leaning against the piers of the stone bridge, he barely drew a few talismans. It was almost blown away by the wind a few times, but fortunately he was extremely careful, and after a quarter or so, he made more than ten more copies, which could be used for at least a while.

Other than that...... The last kind of talisman, he has never been willing to use. However, the night march was quite physically demanding, and it seemed that it had to be activated.

Thinking about it, he pulled out a talisman with a pattern that was obviously different from the previous two talismans. This talisman is easy to use, as soon as it is posted in the position of the Zusanli acupoint, a sound of "Jiama Lingfu, up", and suddenly feel the wind under your feet.

With the dot trace, when the blue body ran again, Dongfang Shiming chased after him as easily as flying.

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In the deep forest, the rustling figure ran rapidly, bringing a whistling wind.

The dark cicada wings, like a nightmare on a cold night, floated ghostly in this forest. And an imperceptible glimmer of light bent into an arc in the jungle, like a translucent spider web.

No one could have imagined that in such a silent wind, a silent duel had reached a thrilling moment.

The thin line-like edge was extremely sharp, and it instantly cut through the killing intent that shot from all directions. At the same time, it is a thin blade, which follows the flow of air at once, like a flying blade, seemingly soft, but deadly fangs.

A familiar weapon, the sword light of Leng Ying's long heart reflected the face of Meng Jingchen in the darkness between the faint rays of the white horse. The extremely thin wings of the cicada grazed his throat, and if he missed an inch, he would have been splashed with blood on the spot and died.

The cicada wings disappeared into the darkness again. Meng Jingchen suppressed the weight of his breathing, his eyes and ears, the tip of his nose and lungs, and even every pore of his body were all feeling the changes in the surrounding airflow, and this was the slightest gamble he had with Mo Yindao to life and death.