The night is dark and the wind is high.

In a remote and uninhabited place in Fang City, an obese old man appeared.

He took advantage of the moonlight to be hidden by thick clouds, and changed into a suit. Then his face and body distorted. When he looked at it again, he turned into a middle-aged thin scribe with a white face and beard.

The tall and thin scribe took a few steps to reach a few feet away.

After a while, he slowed down, slowly blended into the crowd, and walked towards the outside of the city.

The entrance to the city is brightly lit, and some monks come and go from time to time, but it is a little less noisy than during the day.

The tall and thin scribe went out of the city, and offered a yellow-skinned gourd-shaped magic weapon, he straddled the huge gourd, and played a few spells, and the gourd gradually jumped into the air and flew into the distance.

He looked back at the city gate, and when he saw the bustling crowd behind the city, he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

The gourd is not slow, and it disappears into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Looking back at Qionghaifang City, it has become a very small point of light.

The tall and thin scribe quickly took out a cyan flying boat artifact from the storage bag and replaced the yellow gourd that was hurrying under his feet.

The speed was several times faster again, and the heavy mood of the thin and tall scribe relaxed a lot, and he controlled the flying boat to continue his journey with peace of mind.

Not long after the tall and thin scribe left the city, a cyan light also followed out of the city gate and quickly chased in the direction of the tall and thin scribe.

After the thin and tall scribe changed into a flying boat, he thought that he was out of danger, but he didn't expect that there were still people who didn't give up and wanted to get rid of themselves as soon as possible.

The mana input into the flying boat on the soles of his feet suddenly increased by a few points, and there was a green aura at the back and end of the flying boat.

Although the speed of the flying boat increased again, the cyan light behind it was faster, and it was several miles closer to the flying boat in a few breaths.

The slender and tall scribe was in a hurry, and spewed a breath of pure vitality into the flying boat, and the speed of the flying boat was a few points faster, so he chased and fled, and gradually moved away from Qionghaifang City for hundreds of miles.

Seeing that he tried his best, he still couldn't escape the lock of the cyan light.

The tall and thin scribe turned his heart sideways, and simply drove the flying boat directly into the sea.

When the cyan light rushed to the place where the flying boat entered the sea, the trace of mana in mid-air was also blown away by the sea breeze, and the figure in the light was also revealed at this time, it was actually the ancestor surnamed Yu Dan in a green shirt.

Patriarch Xu let go of his divine sense and probed several times, but still to no avail, so he had to turn around and flee to Qionghaifang City with a gloomy face.

I thought the plan was ready, but I let Quan Ben run away.

Along the way, he encountered a few unlucky foundation building monks coming towards him, and the patriarch surnamed Xu didn't give any good face, and directly released the coercion on his body.

Those foundation building monks didn't dare to touch his brow, and they scattered and fled after calling a few times.

The tall and lanky scribe had been immersed in the sea for days, and it was almost time to reach out, intending to surface.

Unexpectedly, a blue light curtain shrouded him in his thoughts.

"Who?" The tall and thin scribe exclaimed.

"All seniors, don't come unharmed!"

The voice came suddenly, and a young man dressed in white and holding a small blue flag appeared in front of the light curtain.

The thin and tall scribe was exactly what Quan Yi was looking like, and when he saw that the other party was still the same as before, he almost subconsciously thought of the other party's name.

"You are Ye Ming."

He wasn't surprised by the fact that he had validated his instincts, but vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"Yes, it's hard for the seniors to still think about Ye. After ten years, we met again, but now it's a different place. After Ye Ming finished speaking, he shook the array flag in his hand expressionlessly.

Within the formation light curtain, at the moment when the small flag waved, countless winds, fires, thunderbolts and lightning suddenly appeared and struck towards Quan Ben.

A few rays of spiritual light flashed in front of Quan Bao's body, and several brilliant talismans spontaneously combusted without wind, and several light shields appeared in front of him.

The wind blade, fire snake, thunder, and electric light in the formation light curtain broke these several light shields one by one in a few reincarnations.

Quan Xuan pinched the trick again, the aura of the body protection rose, and he held a longbow in his hand and pulled the bowstring full of arrows, and shot towards Ye Ming.

Ye Ming was outside the array, and suddenly felt that he was locked by an extremely dangerous aura.

He flicked the small flag so that it hovered in front of him, and then flicked his fingers in succession, and the magic changed and hit it towards the formation flag.

Quan Yi only heard the word "shift", and suddenly felt that the arrow he shot was lost and returned to his hand.

He was a little incredulous, so he put on his bow again and looked for Ye Ming's figure.

At this time, he only saw an extremely strong blue light flickering for a while, and when he released his senses, he found himself in a thick white fog.

Ye Ming's magic changed again, and the dense fog in the formation continued to trap Quan Ben in the array, and the blue light in his hand flashed, and he took out the Qinghan Sword from the storage ring, and a shadowless and invisible sword attacked Quan Ben.

Quan Ben was in the thick fog, and suddenly his mind was sensitive, and he moved a few feet away with his escape method.

He reached the place where he had just stood and left a bloody sleeve, and he counted a few points on his arm to stop the bleeding wound, and was about to scold.

Before he could open his mouth, another invisible sword slashed at him above his head.

He twisted to the side of his neck, and rolled backwards on the ground.

When I got up, I noticed a burning pain in the top of my head, and I was shocked in my heart, and I felt a chill until the soles of my feet.

Seeing that Ye Ming was unrelenting, the last fantasy in his heart was also thrown aside.

How could he have been so embarrassed by a monk in the foundation building realm, and after dodging a sneak attack by an invisible sword shadow, he had an extra golden bell magic weapon in his hand.

Ye Ming saw that the golden bell blocked his blow, and then he shrouded Quan Ben.

Obviously, Quan Ben couldn't resist Ye Ming's sneak attack, so he covered himself in the Admiralty, he shouldn't turn into a shrinking turtle, and it is estimated that he must be secretly preparing a big move.

Ye Ming couldn't break through the defense of the Golden Bell Magic Weapon for a while, but he didn't dare to slack off.

Although Quan Ben is still in the formation, he may have some means to break his formation.

After all, Quan Xuan is an immortal cultivator in the Purple Mansion realm, and coupled with the materials that have been deducted over the years, it is inevitable that there are some strange treasures.

Ye Ming didn't want to capsize in the gutter, his fingers flew in a burst, and dozens of array flags flew out of the storage ring, landing around the blue light curtain.

Under the protection of Admiralty, Quan Ben never felt the danger of being attacked again.

He took out three thumb-sized blue beads from his storage bag, with a few silver wires flashing from time to time.

Quan Yi looked at the three beads in his palm, and there was a trace of reluctance in his eyes, so he put one away.

After a moment's hesitation, he gritted his teeth and threw the remaining two beads out of the Admiralty.

Only two loud bangs were heard, and Quan Ben felt the golden bell shake violently, and then it was covered with fine cracks like a ceramic that was about to break.

He didn't dare to slack off, and a few defensive talismans appeared around him, at this time, a huge impact force squeezed from the outside to the inside, the golden bell magic weapon instantly turned into pieces, and the spiritual light shield transformed by the defensive talisman was also disillusioned one after another, and he was also rushed out dozens of feet away by this huge force.

His robe was ragged, and he spat out two mouthfuls of long-suppressed dark red blood in quick succession before he sat up from the deep pit of charred sea mud.

Swept around with his divine sense, revealing a wry smile. Covering his body for a few days, he fled, like a lost dog.

Coupled with the fighting method in the formation to maintain the defense of the Golden Bell magic weapon, I feel that my divine sense and mana are almost exhausted.

I felt the saltiness of the sea again, and I felt the pleasure of escaping from the heavens.

"Salty?"

"That's not right!"

As if he had discovered something, Quan Ben's heartbeat suddenly stopped, and his hairs stood on end. A creepy feeling permeated the whole body.