When Han Fan was about to leave Beizhou to travel, Wang Zhi gave him a bag with a life-saving object in it - it was a puppet for the dead.

A puppet for the dead, a door close to the end of the world.

I thought I would never use them, but I never thought that they would be used in the Three Realms.

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The leader faded a little crazy, and now it seems that the role of the puppet is clear at a glance, his divine sense spreads around, and at the same time, his eyes are also scanning the surroundings, Han Fan must be nearby.

"No?" the leader frowned, he was now spreading his divine sense in a radial circle, with a range of two thousand meters in diameter, but Han Fan's figure was not seen in the divine sense sense.

The leader pondered for a moment, and changed the divine consciousness spread in a radius to a straight line to the south.

Sure enough, four thousand meters away, Han Fan's figure was staggering away, which was also the limit of the leader's divine sense.

The leader's aura was not much left, he swallowed two spirit pills again, and cracks appeared in the meridians under the ravages of the aura, and blood continued to overflow, and then oozing out from the pores of his body, covered with blood and hair scattered.

A demon who escaped alive.

The life-seeking demon held the sword in one hand, and with a single step, the figure flew out.

Han Fan's current state is very poor, he doesn't know how many injuries he has suffered, every step involves the wounds all over his body, and he is dizzy from pain.

He silently recited the mantra of silence as he calculated the distance of the primeval forest.

"It's coming. Han Fan muttered, cheering himself up, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the secret of silence did not work.

The leader's sight could already see Han Fan's figure, he grinned, and stepped out harder, never thinking that this time the force was too strong, implicating the meridians in his body, and blood gushing out wildly.

The leader's aching hands and feet twitched, and his body had already flown out with the force of this kick, and finally rolled to the ground without cover, dragging a shallow mark on the ground.

He struggled to stand up, Han Fan was only less than two kilometers away from him, and the inside of his body seemed to have exploded, but the leader didn't realize it, and the aura condensed on his legs, and chased after him again.

Han Fan had already put away his divine sense, his brain was already in chaos, and if he continued to use his divine sense, he would definitely pass out.

Therefore, he did not notice the leader who had caught up.

The speed of the leader was slightly faster than Han Fan, and in a quarter of an hour, the distance between the two was no more than fifty meters.

"Huh...... Hehehe. The leader smirked and quickened his pace, staggering forward.

The meridian bleeding was too severe, and there was only a small amount of aura each time, and it finally ran a few back and forth, and finally condensed a blow in the palm of his hand.

The sword qi could no longer be played, and the leader had put the round sword into the bag before.

Throwing a fist crookedly, full of flaws.

And the target of this punch was Han Fan, who had no ability to resist, and the latter rolled and flew out directly.

Han Fan didn't even know when the leader had approached.

Getting up with difficulty, Han Fan didn't care about the leader, he continued to travel west, he was now full of only one thought, that is, to escape into the Ancient Forest and sleep for three days and three nights.

The leader looked to the west, and the primeval forest had appeared a few kilometers away.

Before, he only cared about chasing Han Fan, and didn't pay attention to the changes in the surrounding environment.

There is not much left of the leader's aura, but now he can't eat the elixir in this state, unless he wants to die.

And Han Fan is not, he has never felt so heavy in his body as he does now, the punch just now broke many wounds on his body, and on the way he came, a string of blood stains were vividly visible.

Han Fan struggled to open his eyes and glanced ahead—the primeval forest was clearly imprinted in his sight.

As if arousing infinite fighting spirit, the Ancient Forest was a large soft bed with golden light in Han Fan's eyes, and his speed was twice as fast as before.

It turned out that Han Fan had already planned to keep some of the power of words all the time, waiting for it to explode when he was about to reach the primeval forest, leaving the leader at a distance, so that there would be enough time for him to find a good hiding place.

The leader gritted his teeth and fought to catch up.

"1,000 meters...... 500 meters...... One hundred meters. Han Fan kept calculating the distance.

With a thud, Han Fan threw himself into the jungle on the outskirts of the Ancient Forest.

The leader couldn't see Han Fan's figure in his sight, and hurriedly tried to lock him with his divine sense, but he didn't expect his divine sense to pass by, and he found nothing.

The leader fell into unprecedented impatience, and despite the expansion of the meridian injuries, he condensed his spiritual energy and rushed to the location where Han Fan had entered the jungle.

The leader also rushed into the jungle, but there was still Han Fan's figure, and there were emerald green leaves everywhere.

The night-long chase seemed to come to an end, and the early morning sun shone into thin patches into the dense jungle.

The leader was still looking, and once again the round sword with the handle of the one-eyed wolf's head in his hand cleaved the branches and leaves that stood in his way.

Time went back to just now, Han Fan did not stop at all after entering the jungle, and went straight to the depths, in order not to leave blood stains for the leader to follow, Han Fan took out a set of clothes from the brocade bag and wrapped it around his body.

About a kilometer later, there were two giant trees growing very close, the branches and leaves of the two trees above were intertwined, and the thick branches were also interspersed back and forth irregularly, Han Fan noticed that there was a branch that happened to form a shoulder-width hiding place, and there were dense branches and leaves above that could not even penetrate the light, no matter which direction it looked at, there was no possibility of being discovered.

Han Fan did not hesitate, climbed up the tree with his hands and feet, broke off the branches and leaves that were covered, and lay in.

He was so tired and confused that he had just laid down, barely repositioned the branches and leaves, closed his eyes, and fainted.

There are blood stains left by Han Fen's palms on the trunk, as well as the smell of blood emitted from his body, these details are enough to be fatal, but Han Fen really doesn't have the heart to take care of so much, and it is a miracle that he can persist until now.

Han Fan didn't know that after he fell unconscious, Jun Yujue operated on its own, and his body once again exuded that Dao intent that seemed to be the revival of all things.

At the beginning, Yun Zhongqing and his two bodyguards, Brother Wang and Brother Liu, sensed this kind of Dao intent, but at that time, Han Fan's release of this kind of Dao Intent that could not be said to be Dao Yi needed to consume too much text power.

And now this kind of Dao intent, which has not even been completed in the embryonic form, is emitting on its own, and the trees around Han Fan seem to be covered with life, and streams of pure wood attribute energy are emitted, which is absorbed by Han Fan's Jun Yujue itself, and the injuries on Han Fan's body are healing at a slow speed.

The leader was still looking tirelessly, he estimated his state, he had reached the limit, and it was estimated that Han Fan was the same, he bet that Han Fan must be around here.

The leader sat down slowly with his back against a tree, he closed his eyes and opened them again, his bloodshot eyes eliminated the previous killing and madness, he knew that he had to calm down now, the battle with Han Fan would be a long hunt, and he had to recover first, after all, all the dangers in the primeval forest were far greater than that cunning boy with tenacious vitality.

The leader swallows a healing pill, and luck recovers from his injuries.