Yan Xulun was drinking tea slowly in the tea pavilion, and he didn't seem to be surprised at all by the things that happened outside.

At this time, a cronie hurriedly came over, bowed down, and said in a low voice: "Captain, Zhang Yu has left Ruiguang City." ”

"Oh?" Yan Xulun's expression moved, stood up, and asked, "Are you sure?"

The soldier nodded again and again.

Yan Xulun's mind turned, and he took two steps back and forth in the tea pavilion, but slowly sat down again, and said to himself: "Don't worry, don't worry." ”

The cronie said: "Since he is out of the city, are we ......?"

Yan Xulun shook his head and said: "No, wait a minute, I've endured it for so long, it's not bad for a while, and now that a government office is dead, or a few months of indirect accidents, I'm afraid the Xuanfu won't be able to cover it up this time." ”

He picked up the teacup, took a sip of it comfortably, and said, "The shackles that bind us to the Divine Captain Army will be loosened." ”

After Zhang Yu's horse came out of Ruiguang, he followed the blood mark in his senses and chased down.

As time passed, the traces were fading, but as he gradually galloped into the wilderness, where there were few people and less interference from foreign breaths, he could see more clearly.

In fact, whether it is a god or a strange monster, the spirituality on its body surface can not only resist external invasion, but even the flow of smell powder can be repelled together, and it stands to reason that it will not be contaminated by external things.

Just like Miao Danjun, although he has been in the wild for so long, when he comes into contact with it, there is no dust or filth on his body.

However, the alien gods of this land and earth are not only not exclusive to one thing, but are extremely welcoming.

That's flesh and blood!

These alien gods have an endless desire for the flesh and life force of living beings, and they love their followers to please themselves with living beings, but they do not refuse to come, and they do not necessarily care about ordinary flesh and blood.

But if it's special, spiritual flesh and blood, it's different.

The secret medicine that Xuan Xiaowu took should have been prepared with the internal organs of spiritual creatures, so it was not rejected by this strange god.

Now it is impossible to figure out whether Xuan Xiaowu himself knows this, so he deliberately left this clue, or whether it was just an accident.

But this point doesn't matter anymore, whether it's man-made or providential, since there is this trace that can be recovered, then he won't let it go.

Zhang Yu's chase was nearly a day, and the bloodstains had almost disappeared at this time, but even if it was a foreign god, as long as it had a substantial body, it would definitely leave some kind of trace in the movement.

And he found out that after entering the wilderness, this alien god did not follow a gentle and easy terrain along the way, and the route it traveled was generally in a straight line, and in some places it was obviously blocked by big trees, but it still directly crashed into it, causing a mess on the ground.

Sometimes, it is clear that there is a difficult slope to climb, but it is still stubbornly climbing over the past, instead of choosing a detour.

All this undoubtedly indicated that there was something ahead of him that was guiding him in that direction.

And the traces left by his people as they passed by provided him with obvious targets to follow.

Zhang Yu stopped his horse at this time, fed a handful of secret pills to the horses that sat down, and then glanced at it, and that direction was heading towards Anshan.

Seeing this, it was evident that he would not rush into the same strange god as recklessly, and after resting for a while, he recognized the general direction in which the man was going, and rode down.

Of course, in order to avoid the other party accidentally turning the direction, he will also stop from time to time to check the traces.

In this way, the speed is also significantly faster.

As he galloped along the way, he felt that he was getting closer and closer.

Half a day later, he had entered the Ansan Plains, and followed the remnants of the road ahead of him and rushed into a dense forest.

It stands to reason that such a place should be infested with all kinds of creatures, but there is nothing here, not even a single insect can be seen, as if all living beings have avoided it.

The horses under his seat were reluctant to move any further.

He knew he was about to find the other party.

So he got off his horse and walked with Xia Jian in his hand.

From time to time, you can see collapsed pillars and broken temples, and the deeper you go, the denser it becomes, there is undoubtedly an ancient ruin, which is recognizable from the style, and it is something from a pre-era.

He walked along a ruined stone path, and after a while, there was a pause in his footsteps, and in front of him appeared a large, mound-like structure made of neat stone blocks.

It's a big altar.

A burly figure sat below.

It was a large, resolute-faced, burly man with a thick beard on his lips and chin, a unicorn helmet on his head, thick leather armor on his body, and white fluff around his neck.

It sits like a guard in front of the staircase leading to the altar, as if protecting something.

In Zhang Yu's gaze, there were still some traces of blood on his body.

There is no doubt that he has found the murderer.

And judging from the breath reflected in the heart lake, the other party maintains the same breath as a human, and it undoubtedly has human blood, and it should be the descendant of a certain god, and it can be regarded as a god, and it can be regarded as a person with extraordinary powers.

He adjusted his breathing, carried the Xia Sword, and walked out of the dense forest slowly, the jade light on his body swaying like fire as the aura rose.

The big man also sensed his arrival, and he stood up, and said in disbelief, "Tianxia God?" and then he reported a series of strange names.

Zhang Yu could tell that what the other party was talking about was claiming to be the son of the plague and the god of barbarism, Kutai, and behind it was a series of words praising himself and announcing his great achievements.

It is also a way of communication between indigenous gods.

But he's not.

So his response was to slowly pull his blade out of the sheath, and then, quickly step forward and cut down with a sword!

Kutai roared angrily, raised his fists, and held the blade of the sword, however, there was an unfathomable force from the sword, and he snorted, and his huge body seemed to have been hit by an oncoming beast, and rolled and flew out, slamming heavily on the stone steps behind him, and sinking deep inside.

Zhang Yu landed steadily, a sword blade, this is the body seal "Wan Jun" obtained last time, when he was transporting, he was able to burst out several times the force, and he was able to force at one point, the disadvantage is that he can no longer enter the move in time after the collision.

Because he knew that he would have to deal with a foreign god, he read it on the way to it.

Kuthai shook his head and crawled out of the pit.

Zhang Yu looked at the seven-colored light on his body that shook like sticky and turbid oil, and it was this layer of spiritual brilliance that protected the other party.

Unlike the monks' flexible and changeable minds, the spiritual rays of many alien gods are very singular, and there are only a few characteristics to count, but their tough bodies and strong recovery ability can undoubtedly make up for this.

Through Fang Cai's sword, he had already tried it, and the spiritual light on this alien god's body should have dispersed the incoming power throughout his body.

This is a very troublesome ability.

This means that there are few weaknesses in their people, and any attack against them can be withstood as long as they do not have the means to kill them.

However, nothing is perfect.

He made an improvement, and before he could fully stand on his feet, another sword fell, and Kuthai suffered a loss, moving backwards with one foot and stepping forward, and his arms up to block in an attempt to meet the charge again.

The tip of the sword in Zhang Yu's hand touched the surface of his spirit, and when it was only a millimeter, the blade suddenly flickered, and it avoided the front very lightly, and between a twist and a turn, the tip of the sword had already slashed through his chest, and immediately cut through the spiritual light and pulled out a wound.

The sword did very little damage, but he was sure of one thing.

Although the spiritual surface of the other layer has the function of transferring external forces, it must be prepared in advance, in other words, it must be governed by its own consciousness.

But once the consciousness can't keep up, it's like Fang Cai, because there is no way to distinguish his sword momentum, and there is no way to avoid damage.

Well, just let it have no time to react.

He took a deep breath, the light on his body rose, and a little under his feet, his figure suddenly shook!

He moved back and forth around Kutai at an unprecedented speed, the blade in his hand flickering like lightning, constantly shuttling back and forth on his body, and with every breath, several swords fell on him.

It can be seen that the spiritual light on Kutai's body continues to flicker under this storm-like slash.

Zhang Yu was running all the seals that could be used at this moment, his thinking, his senses, as if he had entered another level, the other party's huge body, slow movements, was an immovable target for him.

And as his movements became faster and faster, the whole person fluttered like a stream of light flying back and forth, and the sound of sword slashing became faster and faster, and the sound of falling rain seemed to be heard in the air.

With such a dense attack, Kuthai had no way of judging where the attack would fall, and it was often only before he noticed one damage and another one after another, which made him angry, manic, terrified, and frightened.

In fact, as long as he remains calm now, he can see that although there are many injuries now, he has not really been hit hard, and it is not yet time when he can no longer hold on.

But he was wrapped in the dazzling sword light, and the constant pain, so that he couldn't accurately judge the situation at all, and this state of being beaten but unable to fight back also made him unable to maintain his emotions.

He is still half human, and he cannot maintain absolute sanity like God.

Zhang Yu coldly looked at his incompetence and rage, knowing that the fire was almost over, he stretched out his fingers like a sword, and lightly tapped somewhere on his body, this was just a point that did no harm, and his thoughts were as if they had been trained in reflexes, and they were attracted uncontrollably.

At the same time, he stepped forward, and with a slight slash of the horizontal sword, he slit his throat in an instant, and the blood with a brilliant light spurted out.

Kutai felt that his breath was stagnant, and he reached out to grab Zhang Yu, who seemed to be close at hand, and then only caught an illusory streamer, and his heart suddenly panicked, he was anxious to recover from the wound, but he was afraid that greater damage would come, and the consciousness that he could still maintain a little stubbornness suddenly became chaotic.

Through the heart lake, Zhang Yu keenly felt the suspicion of himself in his heart, and he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him, and he no longer trusted his own strength to protect himself.

He took a breath, and the countless streamers merged, turning into one, taking a few steps back, and then striking his sword again, the sword flashed like lightning, and the tip was right on Kutai's forehead!

Wanjun!

Kuthai's body didn't move, and a moment later, with a bang, a large hole exploded in the back of his head, and everything inside spurted out along with the glittering blood.

Zheng!

Zhang Yu put his sword back into the sheath, and his sleeves swayed.

He glanced over the altar and walked up.

After he had left the distance for some time, the burly body that was standing shook slightly, and fell to the sky.

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