Song Yuan walked on the streets of Fang City, his brows furrowed.

Chen Feiyuan, who worshiped Shiyan Zhenren decades ago, was in the realm of condensate Xiaocheng.

That's what he heard.

In the mural world, he had personally killed a cultivator who had condensed Xiaocheng.

But that was done by him and others, and that person was a casual cultivator, and the methods and spells he practiced were commonplace, only one imperial art was barely okay, but he didn't even have a decent imperial artifact, let alone magic weapons and magic weapons.

Chen Feiyuan's situation is different, he is a disciple of the Perfection Stone Flame Zhenren, the magic weapon is extremely precious, he may not have it, but he at least has a magic weapon.

And if you want to practice the way of refining weapons, you must at least master the two spells of fire making and imperial art.

Not to mention the power of the Imperial Weapon and the mage, the Fire Spell itself is one of the best spells in the ordinary spells with one of the best offensive capabilities.

Although he has cultivated the sword pill, he can control the sword pill and greatly increase his strength against the enemy, and he is confident that he can match the qi consummatically.

But for the previous condensate Xiaocheng, in terms of his mana at the moment, it was still a little too reluctant, and the chance of victory was slim.

Song Yuan walked on the street, thought for a long time, and finally walked towards the outside of Fang City.

If you can hide for a while, you can't hide for a lifetime.

Maybe things may not be as he thinks, let's see the situation first.

If the situation is not right, he can also enter the mural world at any time.

Outside the city.

Song Yuan's eyes froze, he rode up in the fog and flew towards the direction of Cutting Heaven Peak.

But he didn't fly far, and behind him there was a figure chasing after him, which was also a technique of flying clouds and fog.

Song Yuan stopped in mid-air, slowly turned around, and frowned.

He originally hoped that Chen Feiyuan would not be able to fly spells, and he could leave directly in the fog.

But now it seems that there is only one way to face it.

Chen Feiyuan's eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake, wearing a blue robe, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he flew at a speed far beyond Song Yuan.

This is also why Song Yuan took the initiative to stop in mid-air, because he knew that he couldn't escape through the fog, so it was better to save mana.

"From the moment I left the mountain where Shi Yan Zhenren lived, I felt as if someone was snooping. ”

"I didn't expect it to be a disciple of Shi Yan Zhenren. ”

Song Yuan pretended to be surprised and said in a loud voice.

Chen Feiyuan's robe sleeves shook, and there was a sense of pride in his gestures, as if he had settled Song Yuan.

"I'm only here for the galaxy sand, hand over the galaxy sand, and I'll let you go. ”

"You shouldn't dare to let Shi Yan Zhenren know about this, how can you let me go?"

Song Yuan asked with a sneer, deeply skeptical of this sentence.

He didn't believe that if he handed over the Galaxy Sand, Chen Feiyuan would risk that he would be retaliated against and expose what he had done to Shi Yan Zhenren in the future.

"Since you don't hand it over, it's the same if I kill you and take it back!"

Chen Feiyuan had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and said in a casual tone.

Obviously, he didn't take Song Yuan to heart, and his tone was so casual that he seemed to just want to kill a chicken dog to be slaughtered.

With a wave of his robe sleeves, a crimson flame swept out, condensing into a huge fire python in an instant!

Sizzle!

The fire python spat out the snake letter, the snake's body was like a water tank, several zhang long, huge, entrenched in the void around Chen Feiyuan's body, emitting a terrifying high temperature that could turn rock into lava and refined iron into molten iron!

The air is distorted and the heat wave visible to the naked eye hits the face.

Song Yuan's brows furrowed, his pupils shrank, and he said secretly in his heart.

"This person can fly, and he is indeed here to snatch the galaxy sand, in terms of strength, I'm afraid that he is not his opponent, and he can only enter the mural world......"

He originally wanted to go back to Cutting Tianfeng and enter the mural world with confidence, but Chen Feiyuan disrupted his plan and forced him to enter the mural world now.

"Turning to ashes!"

Chen Feiyuan's eyes were cold, and he said quietly.

The fire python opened its bloody mouth and attacked Song Yuan with a terrifying high temperature!

"If you want to kill me, find me first!"

The terrifying heat wave hit his face, Song Yuan's face tightened, leaving a very misleading sentence, and his figure disappeared in midair.

The next moment, the fire python pounced!

"Invisibility?"

Chen Feiyuan's face changed slightly.

"I want to escape!"

Psionics!

He let out a low sigh, his eyes lit up, and he looked at the world around him, and the scene was very different.

Chen Feiyuan's eyesight increased greatly, and he could see the grass and trees on the ground clearly, and even the scene behind the clouds was undoubtedly visible in his vision.

Spiritual vision can enhance the cultivator's eyesight, as well as possess the ability to see through and see things that are invisible to the naked eye.

But he still didn't find Song Yuan.

"How so?

Not good!"

Chen Feiyuan's face changed suddenly, and he said secretly in his heart.

Although he had only been cultivating for a few years, his mana was higher than that of Song Yuan.

If you can hide from his spiritual eye technique, I am afraid that Song Yuan's stealth technique has at least been cultivated to the fullest.

A rush appeared in Chen Feiyuan's eyes.

The fire python was manipulated to attack indiscriminately around, but it didn't force Song Yuan to show up.

It seems that Song Yuan has taken the opportunity to escape after becoming invisible.

"Damn, my efforts were in vain!"

Chen Feiyuan's face was full of anger, and he gritted his teeth.

Seeing that the duck that is about to arrive is flying like this!

Chen Feiyuan naturally couldn't find Song Yuan.

Because Song Yuan did not flee incognito, but had left the present world and entered the mural world.

......

Mural World, Jinyang.

At dusk, it was dark.

on the field road.

A figure suddenly appeared.

"You want to kill me and take the galaxy sand.

It's not going to end there!"

Song Yuan's eyes were cold, and he muttered in his mouth.

Now he is not Chen Feiyuan's opponent, but after ten or twenty years in the mural world, it may not be......

Song Yuan's robe sleeves shook, looked at the fields left and right, and looked up at the sky again, frowning slightly.

Judging from the experience of the first two times, after entering the mural world, he usually appeared in the place where the legend took place, and the time was before the legend happened.

Song Yuan recalled the legend of the painted skin.

The painting mainly tells the story of a scholar surnamed Wang, one day on the road bumped into a woman, saw the woman's beauty and came forward to talk, learned that the woman had nowhere to go for the time being, so he took the woman home and rejoiced with her.

A few days later, the scholar stumbled upon a Taoist priest in the market and said that he was haunted by evil spirits.

The scholar didn't believe it at the time, but later he also had doubts about the woman's identity, and when he returned home, he secretly peeked, and found that the beautiful woman was actually a hideous ghost dressed in human skin......

"Maybe the path where the scholar ran into the evil ghost is the one I am on at this time.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no one on the road, and I couldn't wait here forever. ”

Song Yuan waited for a long time, it was almost dark, and there was still no one to be seen.

He decided to find a place to settle down first.

Even if the plot happens after he leaves, at least he has a few days to buffer and can be used to find that Wang Sheng.

"My son...... My son!"

Song Yuan didn't go far along the road, and a sad cry came from afar, and he paused.