Thundered!

A dull thunderclap suddenly rang out, coming from the distance above the nine heavens.

Raindrops continued to fall, smashing shallow pits into the ground, and the rain gathered together and flowed into the distance.

Mo Qingyang dodged and galloped, and the five blood-colored vortices on his body flickered, and the thick blood energy was running to isolate the rain.

The more tricks you open in the realm of cultivation, the stronger your own blood strength will be, and the closer you will be to substantiation.

Although he has not yet reached the realm of opening the Nine Apertures, he has already had this kind of manifestation.

Soon, when he passed by a corpse lying in a puddle, he was slightly stunned.

He remembered that this person was the guard beside Yan Zhichu, but now he died tragically here, and it seems that the two have been caught up by Zhou Pengfei.

"Only in the face of life and death can it be easier to accelerate the distortion of Dao bones." The corners of Mo Qingyang's mouth rose, and an inexplicable smile appeared on his face.

He was already looking forward to the changes in Yan Chuchu's body.

With a movement under his feet, Mo Qingyang disappeared in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, at a distance of several hundred meters behind him.

Hiss.

On the trunk of the tree, a giant python with a turquoise body, spitting scarlet snake letters, was wrapping around the thick trunk and slowly moving downward.

Swish!!

Suddenly, the sound of breaking the air sounded, and a black figure was like an arrow from the string, suddenly flashing away from the trunk of the tree, disappearing into the trees in front of it, and disappeared.

And after its figure disappeared.

Boom!

There was a dull sound of falling to the ground, and the python's body fell off the trunk of the tree weakly, slamming heavily on the ground, and constantly writhing.

A huge snake head in front of him, spitting snake letters, blue vertical pupils looking at the sky, the smell of blood mixed with the smell of earth permeated the surroundings.

After a few breaths, there was a strange sound between the grass and trees, and strange beasts swarmed with the smell of blood.

At this moment, in the mountains and forests, Lu Tu buried his head in the fast gallop.

His nimbly figure shuttled from tree trunk to tree, and in an untimely glance he swept over the footprints on the ground that were about to be washed away by the rain, as if to determine his bearing.

"It's good that I didn't lose it." Lu Tu's brows soothed slightly, and he galloped briskly along the footsteps.

In this kind of heavy rainy weather, what he was most worried about was that all his footprints would be scattered by the rain, causing him to lose his position in Mo Qingyang.

Soon he hadn't gone far when a corpse lying on the ground in front of him caught his eye.

"The people around Senior Sister Yan." Lu Tu crouched down, turned the body over, and looked at the wound on his neck.

After looking at it a few times, he got up and fixed his eyes to look at the mountains and forests in front of him, and after a little groaning, the spiritual power in his body worked rapidly, and the technique of breathing was operating to the extreme.

If this person can die here, it means that Yan Zhichu has been caught up by him, and he can't run far.

After all, when he observed it before, he had seen with his own eyes that the cultivation of the person he was chasing and killing was in the realm of cultivation.

He knew how big the gap was between the practice and the bones.

Once caught up at this distance, it is almost impossible to get rid of it.

"It should be right up ahead." Lu Tu's eyes flickered, and he quickly rushed forward.

Not a lot of effort.

In the dense jungle, Lu Tu hid among the bushes, and looked at the two familiar figures in front of him.

He found it.

But at this time, he didn't make a move, but kept looking around, looking for something.

At the same time, the golden rays in the depths of the eyes flickered rapidly.

Finally, they came to a halt on a giant tree a few dozen meters ahead.

"Here." Lu Tu's eyes narrowed slightly, and a curtain of light was reflected in front of him.

【Mo Qingyang--】

[Essence: Terran. 】

[Realm: Fourfold Practice]

[Talent: Blood Finger Sword.] 】

[Technique: Yun Gu Sutra; Qixiao Fist; Chasing the clouds, King Kong forging the body. 】

[Life level: There is a lack of spirit. 】

[Judgment of the life grid: The acquired person is the bone of the Tao, B meets the heart and sees the Xin, and the body is in trouble. 】

He found Mo Qingyang's location, which is why he didn't dare to act rashly.

Meanwhile.

In the clearing ahead.

Yan Zhichu sat slumped on the ground, leaning against the trunk of the tree, looking at the figure in front of him who was walking step by step, with a look of despair in his eyes.

After all, I was caught up.

And all the guards around her were also killed, leaving her alone.

"I said that none of you Yan family can escape." Zhou Pengfei gasped, walked in front of Yan Zhichu, and looked down at the other party condescendingly.

He looked at Yan Chuchu, who was powerless to resist, and couldn't help laughing.

The thrill of this great revenge was about to be avenged, filling his whole body and making him excited.

Immediately, Zhou Pengfei no longer hesitated and suddenly pulled out the short knife from the opponent's thigh.

Burst!

A stream of blood arrows erupted from Yan Chuchu's thigh wound, and the intense pain made her body tremble uncontrollably.

Call!

At the same time, he suddenly shot and hit the opponent's legs twice in a row.

Yan Zhizhi was about to retreat, but he used his blood strength to try to resist.

Click.

He was struck with two palms.

She snorted, her legs snapping like branches.

Immediately after, there were two more crisp sounds, and both of her arms were broken.

Seeing this, Zhou Pengfei relieved himself, and immediately grabbed his white neck with five fingers like pincers, and the short knife in his hand approached, and he was about to cut off his head.

Seeing this scene not far away, Lu Tu's eyes flickered, resisting the urge to make a move, and looking at the place where Mo Qingyang was.

He didn't believe that Mo Qingyang would let Yan Zhichu die at the hands of this person.

At this moment, seeing that the short knife was about to wipe his white neck, Yan Chuchu closed his eyes in despair.

Boom!!

But suddenly, she only felt the big hand around her neck suddenly loosen.

At the same time, a scream was heard.

When she opened her eyes, she saw an old man in a black robe standing in front of her, and Zhou Pengfei was prostrate at his feet, motionless.

There was a large stream of blood spilling out from under his body, staining the ground with rainwater.

Yan Chuchu was slightly stunned, and some didn't react.

But when the old man took off the black scarf, revealing an old face.

"Master Mo?!" Yan Chuchu screamed and cried with joy.

She never expected that at the critical moment, Mo Qingyang would come.

This kind of ups and downs on the edge of life and death made her whole body collapse in an instant, and tears couldn't stop dripping from her face.

It's just that at this moment, she didn't notice the strange color flickering in Mo Qingyang's eyes.

"Good apprentice, it's just the right time to come for the teacher." Mo Qingyang smiled slightly, directly picked up Yan Zhichu and turned around without hesitation.

Until the two figures disappeared in place, Lu Tu suddenly got up in the bushes and chased after them.

*

*

*

It's getting dark.

The rain came quickly, but it also went quickly.

New rain in the empty mountains.

Within the desolate mountains, a fresh smell of earth permeated, and before long the sound of strange beasts chirping from the depths of the mountains was transmitted far away.

In the middle of a tattered land in the mountains.

Mo Qingyang half-squatted, looking excitedly at Yan Zhichu, who was naked and unconscious on the ground, while constantly tapping his hand on his body.

"It's a little imperfect, but it's enough." He muttered in a low voice, his hands moving without the slightest pause.