Boom Boom –

Thunder roared outside the window, followed by raindrops the size of beans. Slapping on the fat banana leaves, making a crackling sound, Duanmu Yi hurriedly turned around and walked towards the window.

"The rain is wet and the wind is strong, this saint is seriously injured, and then she is infected with the wind and cold, won't it make it worse, when will she wake up?" Duanmu Yi thought in his heart, and was about to close the window, when in the hazy rainline, a white figure suddenly flashed.

"Not good! Isn't it that the disciples on Tiantai Mountain are chasing after them again? "Duanmu is easy to be in the air. I didn't care much about it, so I jumped out of the window and closed the sash at the same time.

Standing in the courtyard and looking around, there are no Tiantai Mountain disciples, and everywhere is the rain line beating the water splash. Looking up at the roof, which was shrouded in a layer of mist of water, Duanmu Yi jumped onto the roof, and suddenly his vision widened a lot. When I looked at it again, on the roof of an adjacent house, a blurry white figure, wearing a hat and a low brim, leaned against a chimney, motionless, facing the direction of Duanmuyi, as if he was carefully looking at Duanmuyi.

"Who is Your Excellency? How to sneaky snoop on me? Duanmu Yi's lips did not move, and he walked towards the figure, and the dark luck true qi was transmitted. The figure remained unmoved. Duanmu Yi secretly guessed in his heart, and he didn't know why. Since the other party has no intention of attacking, there is no need to pay attention.

"Maybe that figure is not from the Tiantai Sect, maybe the target of that figure is not me." Duanmu Yi muttered to himself. Then he fell from the roof of the house, and was about to go back to his room to meditate for a while, but after all, he was still not relieved, and his heart was inexplicably worried, so he opened the door of the holy woman's room.

"Oops!" Duanmu is easy to be shocked.

There was also a trace of the saint on the bed, and the two windows opened and closed freely in the wind and rain.

Duanmu Yi hurriedly arrived at the door of the room of the disciples of the Two Demon Sects, and with his palm, he opened the door with one palm. The disciples of the Two Demon Sects were sleeping soundly on the bed. Duanmu Yi was angry and didn't come to one place, his two hands were full of true qi, he walked quickly to the side of the bed, one in each hand, picked up the two of them, and rushed out of the door.

The disciples of the Two Demon Sects woke up at this time, and when they saw Duanmu Yi's anxious expression, they didn't need to ask, they already knew that something was wrong.

Duanmu Yi threw away his hands and chased after the white figure on the roof of Fangcai. Above the roof, the white figure still stood leisurely, as if nothing had happened. Duanmu Yi didn't care whether he was friend or foe, and he went to the side of the figure. I was taken aback. Where is this person, it is clearly a piece of wood, and he is just wearing a piece of clothing.

"Hit the mark!"

Duanmu Yi ripped off the white clothes on the wood, and when he looked at it in his hand, the clothes were wide, thinking that the master was strong and burly. On the left placket of the white robe is embroidered with two small characters of "Tiantai" with gold thread, obviously, this dress is naturally owned by the disciples of Tiantai Mountain.

"Alas, it's not me who is unjust, it's the saint's life that should be destroyed!" Duanmu Yi sighed, and was about to jump off the roof, when he suddenly saw a person on the street at the entrance of the inn carrying a bag on his shoulder and hurrying away. It is standing high and seeing far.

Duanmu Yi felt strange, the heavy rain was pouring, and everyone took shelter from the rain, but this person walked in a hurry, which was very abnormal. Duanmu hurriedly jumped down from the roof of the house and chased quickly down the street. The disciples of the Two Demon Sects followed closely behind Duanmu Yi and quickly chased after them.

In a moment, Duanmu Yi rushed to the middle of the street, only dozens of steps away from the person carrying the bag, Duanmu Yi was about to speak, only to see the person suddenly speed up his pace, almost one step at a time, fast to the extreme.

Duanmu Yi was anxious in his heart, and hurriedly transported his true qi to his feet, using the dragon and tiger strength, and his feet suddenly seemed to be swimming in the water, and his speed suddenly increased a lot. However, even so, the person in front of him had always kept a distance of dozens of miles from Duanmu Yi, no matter how Duanmu Yi chased after him, he couldn't shorten the slightest distance, and the disciples of the two demon sects had already been left far behind.

Seeing that he had reached the foot of the city wall, the man did not take the city gate, his figure rose sharply, and he stepped on the city wall twice in a row, and then easily climbed over the ten-zhang high city wall and flew away in the southwest direction. Duanmu Yi followed closely to the foot of the city wall, looked up at the city wall, ten zhang high wall, the rain was wet and slippery, and it was indeed difficult to climb over. was anxious, and after a while, the disciples of the two demon sects arrived.

"You two will help me." Duanmu Yi looked at the two of them and pointed to the tall and slippery city wall. The disciples of the two demon sects knew in their hearts, and they were busy putting their palms together, holding them on their chests, and the few essences were lucky on their palms, Duanmu Yi lightly fell on the palms of the two people, and the true qi was on the feet, and the three of them exerted their strength at the same time, Duanmu Yi's body was able to jump six or seven zhang high, and then kicked the city wall, and jumped up more than two zhang, and his hands were worthy of climbing the edge of the city wall. He swung his body to the right, and at the same time his legs shrank upwards before climbing up the high wall. Duanmu Yi did not hesitate, slid down along the wall, approaching the ground is a sudden luck, and took advantage of the momentum to roll out, only turning out more than ten zhang, before the force of the fall was eliminated. When I fixed my body and looked at it again, there was still the figure of that person.

The rain gradually subsided, and the dripping rain fell in the mud of the water. Duanmu Yi looked around, and a line of mud footprints extended to the southwest into the distance. Duanmu Yi immediately followed the footprints and hurriedly chased away.

Duanmu Yi followed the footprints for a long time, but there was still no trace of the person, and the footprints in front of him stretched into the distance, seemingly endless. Duanmu Yi didn't think much about it at the moment, and just pursued it all the way with his head covered. Duanmu Yi was not worried about being outnumbered, because after chasing such a long distance, there was only one line of footprints on the ground, and it was impossible for anyone else to do so. Although the person in front of him seemed to have advanced cultivation, he just ran all the way, and there was no other movement, so it could be seen that there was another plan, as for what the person was planning, Duanmu Yi had no way of knowing.

Chasing all the way like this, I don't know how many miles he ran, Duanmuyi came to a meadow, and his footprints disappeared. There was a wide space in front of him, and a galloping road stretched straight into the distance. Duanmu Yi was in a daze, and suddenly saw an embroidered shoe lying in the grass on the side of the road, Duanmu Yi stepped closer, leaned over to pick it up, and looked at it, exquisite and small, exquisite handiwork. The embroidered shoes were dry and not stained with mud and water. There is a light blue goose embroidered on the upper of the shoe, stretching its neck, as if singing between the flat sand and reeds, and it seems to be a group of mournful screams, lifelike.

"Nine times out of ten, these are the shoes of the saints." Duanmu Yi looked at the embroidered shoes and muttered to himself. "How did you end up on the side of the road? It seems that the man must have deliberately placed it here to lead me there. So this man's goal is me! Duanmu Yi couldn't help but be surprised when he thought of this. Why me? Duanmu Yi couldn't figure it out, and blurted out a low mutter.

"Well, in that case, I'll just go ahead. Well...... In this way, it seems that the saint's life is not in danger for the time being. Duanmu Yi put the embroidered shoes into the space ring and quickly ran forward along the gallop road.

After about two hours, Duanmuyi came to a fork, and the straight gallop road divided into two roads, one still leading to the vast wilderness, and the other to a hill not far away, on which was green and the jungle was reckless and hazelnut.

Duanmu Yi was melancholy, and saw that on the road leading to the hill, there was an embroidered shoe lying in the center, which was about ten steps away from him. Duanmu Yi approached the shoes and couldn't help but be surprised. The shoes on the ground are no different from the shoes in the grass beside the road, they are clearly a pair. Duanmu Yi picked up the shoes, and no longer panicked, the saint was still in a coma, these two shoes, the best explanation was that the person threw them, Duanmu Yi was even more convinced that the man's goal was himself.

Duanmu Yi followed the fork in the road, and after a while, he walked into the mountain forest, the woods were shady, ethereal and silent.

Thorn la la la –

Several large trees snapped off suddenly, and they shot towards Duanmu Yi at a rapid pace.

The change was sudden, and Duanmu Yi didn't have time to think about it. Pulling out the scimitar, he unfolded all the Shura knife techniques all the way, and suddenly sawdust flew. After a while, everything was silent again, and when I looked around, the big trees were neatly arranged, and there was no half a figure.

Duanmu Yi was about to jump on the tall tree, condescendingly to check it, and suddenly felt a burst of heat behind him, as if a fire was burning. The clothes on his back were instantly burned to ashes, and the true qi in Duanmu Yi's body flowed rapidly, urging the Ten Thousand Demon Dynasty Sect Recipe to the extreme, and suddenly a black whirlwind rose from around Duanmu Yi's body, sucking up all the flames behind him, turning into pure spiritual energy and merging into Duanmu Yi's dantian spiritual whirlpool. Duanmu Yizheng wanted to continue to urge the Ten Thousand Demon Dynasty Sect.

"Haha! Hahaha......" A loud laugh shook the space, the leaves fell one after another, and the grass undulated, as if the wind was blowing.

"Duanmuyi, it's really you! You're not dead! God bless! It was none other than the red-haired and fluffy Miao Yan who spoke.

Duanmu Yi said with a shocked face: "How do you know that I am Duanmu Yi?" ”

"Haha, son of the old man, of course I know you, turn my head and look behind your left shoulder blade." Miao Yan said excitedly.

Duanmu Yi turned his head vigorously and looked at his left shoulder, but there was nothing unusual. There was a puzzled look on his face.

"Haha, look at my excitement! How can you see behind your back. Miao Yan said with a smile. Immediately pulled out a mortal-level medium-grade magic weapon "Flame Knife" from his waist, the blade was shiny throughout, and there was faintly as if there was a firelight swaying in it, so the entire blade appeared a light red. Miao Yan stood behind Duanmu Yi's left shoulder, holding the flame knife sideways, and tilted it slightly. Duanmu Yi saw through the shadow on the knife body that there was an egg-sized plum blossom-shaped red mark behind his left shoulder blade. I couldn't help but be surprised.

Miao Yan threw a piece of clothing to Duanmu Yi. Duanmu Yi took it, took off his burned and torn clothes, and then changed into the clothes thrown by Miao Yan.