Since Yi Heng decided to escape, he didn't think much about it, and with the lifeless output of his spiritual power, the Wind Escape Technique was used to the extreme.

I saw his figure shuttling through the forest quickly, his spirit was highly concentrated, and his eyes ached faintly from the oncoming wind, but he still tried his best to keep his eyes open and find a direction to escape.

The ears were watching behind him, although there was no sound of the black-clothed monk chasing him, but the urgency of the soul still made him unable to be stable, could it be that the monk was not stabbed?

Although he had doubts, he did not stop under his feet, the terrible spell of the blackfriar really frightened him, so far away, without warning, his head hurt, he actually turned over and fell to the ground, the pain that came to his soul was unbearable.

If it weren't for the critical moment, another force injected into the depths of his soul to wake him up, I'm afraid he wouldn't even have ashes left by now.

Thinking of this, Yi Heng ran even faster, he just wanted to leave here far away, and he just wanted to go back and ask Uncle Liu who issued the task.

"Didn't you say that it was a group of bandits?

In an hour's effort, he climbed ten mountains, ran more than 100 miles, and changed to a mortal, so he didn't have to want to catch up, but unfortunately it was not a mortal who chased him, so although the aura was exhausted, he still persevered.

The black-clothed monk was actually twenty or thirty miles away from him now, but in his heart, he was extremely surprised, this little monk of the fourth level of qi refining seemed to be running much faster than he thought.

Although the spiritual sense can sense the direction of escape, it has not been able to catch up, and it is one thing for him not to use all his strength, but the ordinary fourth layer of qi refining is not so powerful.

The injuries on the body need to be suppressed by the aura, the key is that the soul injury has not recovered much, and he rashly used the soul thorn just now, which is even weaker.

Could it be that it is really not easy to catch up with this little monk? Although he had some doubts in his heart, he did not hesitate, and continued to chase in the direction of Yi Heng's run, he still did not believe that he could not catch up.

This chase and escape lasted for another two hours, in these two hours, Yi Heng can be described as extremely embarrassed, since he found out that the black-clothed monk was chasing, he finally showed the ability to run alone in the mountains when he was ten years old.

The sense of urgency brought by the depths of his soul told him that when the blackfriar must be not far behind him, his spiritual power had already been exhausted, and he could not sit still when he could not do anything, so he could only run on the ground.

The familiarity with the mountains and forests and the smell of wild beasts allowed him to quickly find the best way to go, allowing him to avoid the territory of some wild beasts.

But it didn't seem to help, and the sense of urgency in the soul grew stronger, indicating that the crisis was getting closer and closer to him.

Fortunately, it was getting late, and darkness was nothing to Yi Heng, and he spent almost all of his two years in the dark in the mountains, but I don't know if it had any impact on the black-clothed monk?

Only then did the blackfriar realize that he couldn't stop, and after four hours, he couldn't catch up with the little friar.

Although the distance is getting closer and closer, if you don't catch up, you don't catch up, the injury of your soul is about to attack again, and there is not much aura, it seems that you can only wait for tomorrow to chase again, and I think that the little monk will not run too far at night.

Thinking of this, he stopped on a big tree and began to meditate, except for the spiritual power that suppressed the injury, the other spiritual power was almost exhausted.

I knew that I should have done my best at the beginning, and I should have caught up with my own flying spell, and the fourth layer of qi refining would at most be a little wind escape technique.

The key is the soul injury, it took four or five months, and although the injuries of more than a thousand mortals were completely stabilized, it was still unknown how many years and months it would take to recover, so the soul thorn should not be used rashly today.

Yi Heng fled in the dark night for more than an hour, and the sense of urgency in the depths of his soul gradually disappeared, and then he knew that he was far enough away from the blackfriar.

The crisis was temporarily lifted, and he gasped like a dog, collapsed to the ground, without any strength at all, and even worse, his spiritual power was empty, and he didn't know if there was time to recover.

found a leeward cave, sniffed it with his nose at the entrance of the cave, and knew that there were no wild beasts in it, so Yi Heng got into it.

The entrance of the cave has no strength to cover up, it is useless to cover it up anyway, the cave is also dry, Yi Heng fell asleep, he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to meditate.

An hour passed, and Yi Heng, who was extremely tired, woke up from his sleep, thinking about the possibility of being killed at any time, no matter how tired he was, he forced himself to get up and meditate, and he must recover his aura as soon as possible, otherwise he would not even have a chance to run tomorrow.

Enduring the pain all over his body, Yi Heng slowly entered an ethereal state, and the slightest aura in the air surged towards him, slowly filling the empty dantian.

Two hours passed, and there was already most of the aura in the dantian, Yi Heng didn't dare to stay any longer, stood up and walked out of the cave, flew up to a big tree, and looked at the direction that the monk was chasing.

The moonlight was slow, the leaves were waving, and farther away was the mountains and forests, and I didn't know where the monk was hiding.

So he turned his head and looked ahead, and there were dark mountains everywhere, and after changing direction, he flew away, and in front of him was still dark.

An hour later, the aura was exhausted, Yi Heng didn't know how far he had run, but he had to stop and meditate on the tree, and after another hour, no matter how much the aura recovered, he got up and changed directions and continued to leap forward.

It's been so intermittent, Yi Heng has been running away all night, he is too familiar with the desire to live, the potential of his whole body has been stimulated, and his cultivation has improved significantly.

But it still didn't help the blackfriar, not to mention that I don't know what that inexplicable soul pain is?

At the end of the day, although there was still a sense of urgency in the depths of his soul, Yi Heng, who had long been familiar with him, knew that this was not a crisis, but the time had come, but at this moment he was still running.

"Run for another half an hour to recover his aura, if the monk can chase in the right direction, it means that he must have a way to track, then it will be too difficult to escape. Yi Heng thought in his heart.

The sky gradually brightened, the black-clothed monk opened his eyes, the night's cultivation made him feel a little better, although it didn't help much for the injury, but the usable aura was much more. "After today, you can recuperate with peace of mind. ”

The black-clothed monk got up, used his spiritual sense, and sensed the front, but found that Yi Heng, who could still vaguely sense the traces yesterday, was now long gone.

"Could it be that this kid is in a hurry all night? How far can he run when his spiritual power is exhausted? Besides, how can he discern the direction in the dark, it must be not far ahead. After thinking about it, he flew up and jumped towards the place where Yi Heng stayed last night.