A red figure ran as fast as the wind, and a lightning-like figure chased after him.

Just as the lightning was about to catch up, the red figure turned around and arrowed, and the thunderous roar sounded again, and the lightning dodged, and the distance widened a little.

In this way, the two figures chased one after another, and I don't know how many thousands of miles they ran out.

Finally, the arrows in the quiver of the red figure were empty, and the lightning figure let out a thunderous laugh.

This prey that has been chasing for half a month is finally about to be eaten, and the more effort is spent, the better the taste, and he has already figured out how to chew it slowly.

But the next moment, just as he was within reach of his prey, he became sluggish as if he had fallen into a quagmire.

It's a formation, he knows it.

A breezy figure walked out and said, "Senior sister has worked hard, let's hand it over to junior brother next." ”

The cicada nodded.

Shen Gong Leopard pinched the formation, the wind rose to fire, and the gods and demons who fell into the formation began to roar and roar, and half a month later, the gods and demons were refined into ashes, and a trace of merit fell on Shen Gong Leopard's head.

The younger brother and sister looked at each other and smiled, and continued to act.

......

"Senior sister, this way!"

The cyan figure was in front, the red figure was behind, and the two figures fled for their lives.

The gods and demons who were chasing them were already in the upper realm of Taiyi.

If you walk a lot at night, you will always run into ghosts, and they will hit hard stubble.

What else can you do besides running.

The formation of their escape is like this, the back team becomes the front team, Shen Gong runs in front, and Xiao Cicada is behind, one word, run.

Shen Gongbao, a little expert in running away, not only chose routes that were unexpected by the gods and demons, but also accelerated immortal magic and Taoism in an endless stream. Glamorous e-books

Little Cicada, a girl who trotted from childhood to adulthood, ran like a fire, but in fact, it was a gust of wind, and it didn't slow down even when she turned.

This was completely practiced in the streets and alleys of Chaoge City.

The younger brother and sister died in the world, this run is a year, a hard run, they didn't find out if they lost the gods and demons, until a long time later, they turned back, and the gods and demons were long gone.

Tens of thousands of miles behind them, a stone needle studied, and the dried corpses of gods and demons came out, and it really couldn't hold back, so it became like this.

A piece of fat meat has been twisting and shaking your big ass in front of you for a year, and no one can help it.

The stone needle chased after him again, and the dried corpse was soon carried away by death.

This time, the two who ran away were tired, and the two rested for a full month before starting again.

......

The sound of the piano was loud, the little cicada held the piano with one hand, and plucked the strings with his right hand at great speed, and the sound was like a line, reaping the lives of the low-level gods and demons who rushed towards them.

This is the primary killing power of Qindao, and when Shi Ji was in the Earth Fairyland, he used it as the main means of killing.

As she walked higher and higher, she gradually shifted from form killing to intentional killing, and even divine killing, which can be said to be directed at her heart and punished her heart.

Xiao Cicada is only in the middle stage of the Heavenly Immortals now, and the Yuan Shen is not as perverted as the Taiyi Yuan Shen when she was a Shiji Earth Immortal, so she is still walking on the path of Shiji and has not walked out of her own way.

However, after a hundred years of the battlefield of gods and demons, there must be a deeper understanding.

Especially when it comes to group killings.

A hundred years of battlefield, a hundred years of blood, the first song of red leaves, there is a spirit, and the red clothes are stained with blood, which is even more magnificent.

Shen Gongbao has less immortal energy and more unpredictable, and the edges and corners on his face are more distinct.

After a hundred years of tempering, they have turned everything they have learned into their own, and what they have learned in the scriptures and what the teacher told them has become their own way, the accumulation of their own way, or a momentary perception or a momentary reflection.

They have been in the Battlefield of Gods and Demons for a hundred years, and the Battlefield of Gods and Demons has been open for six hundred years, and Shiji has been in retreat for six hundred years.