This kind of escape scene has been repeated in the dense forest many times, and at this time, it has been more than a month since Yang Mingyang fled into the dense forest. Since January, no matter where he fled, the other party could always find his location accurately, so he had to change the hiding place at any time, fleeing in all directions, and making a mess.

In the past month or so, he made a rough estimate, escaped along the forests and mountains, and now he has left Zhongtai City at least more than a mile, such a long distance, the monks of the Dancing Moon Nunnery have been completely thrown away and disappeared. But the monks of the Shoushan faction still followed, and every time he fled to one place, half a day or more, these guys were like ghosts that could not be shaken off. This situation made Yang Mingyang's head more than nothing: "It's troublesome now, we have to think of a way, otherwise this time it will definitely fall!" He took a few spirit stones in his hand, hurriedly recovered some of the spirit stones, and then turned his feet and ran. Five days later, his spiritual power was almost exhausted, so he stopped and meditated and rested in the hollow of a big tree that could only be embraced by five or six people holding hands, recovering his physical strength and spiritual power. As he expected, an hour later, Chen Sanyuan, who had a sharp beak and monkey gills, appeared about five hundred meters ahead. Knowing that he couldn't escape, he reluctantly walked out of the tree hole and stood directly in front of Chen Sanyuan.

"Boy, why don't you run away, aren't you so powerful that we can't catch up?" Chen Sanyuan smiled proudly. Yang Mingyang looked like a ruined instrument, picked up the fire-tipped spear, looked at Chen Sanyuan fiercely and said, "If you want my life, you have to pay the price!" As he spoke, with a wave of his hand, the fire-tipped spear in his hand was like a flying snake, rushing towards Chen Sanyuan. Chen Sanyuan smiled and waved the Chiyan Sword in his hand, and a flame flew out, hitting the fire-tipped spear, making a bang, Yang Mingyang, who controlled the fire-tipped spear, suddenly felt that the spiritual power in his body was chaotic, and he almost couldn't control the fire-tipped spear. Yang Mingyang couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: "This late-stage Qi refining cultivator is indeed powerful, just one easy blow, it has such great power." As soon as he stretched out his hand, he recalled the fire-tipped spear from the air and held it in his hand, the head of the gun shook, and a rocket shot out of the gun, shooting towards Chen Sanyuan, and at the same time rubbing his body, raising the gun to stab, a flaming lion appeared beside him, and also spit out a fireball, attacking Chen Sanyuan. As a result, a huge firebird appeared in front of Chen Sanyuan, flailing its wings and easily repelling the triple attacks one by one. He laughed in his mouth: "It turns out that this flame lion is your spirit beast, but unfortunately it is only in the early stage of the first order, but it will be mine soon, and if it is cultivated, it will be another killer weapon for me." For the sake of you sending such a good spirit beast, this time I will leave you with a whole corpse. Yang Mingyang snorted coldly: "You can taste this spirit rune first!" After speaking, Yang Mingyang stretched out his hand and took out a spirit talisman, waved it into the air, and a water dragon pounced on Chen Sanyuan, Chen Sanyuan waved his hands, and a gust of wind scattered the water dragon.

"See where you can run this time. Deceived by this bluffing attack, Chen Sanyuan quickly chased forward in annoyance, chasing for a mile or so, but Yang Mingyang disappeared, and bursts of thick fog appeared around him, making Chen Sanyuan unable to distinguish the direction, he destroyed his mana, trying to disperse these dense fogs, but to no avail.

"Oops, fooled!" Chen Sanyuan suddenly reacted, and then a voice came: "Don't you want the Infinite Array? Now you're inside." The voice seemed to be close to his ears, but Chen Sanyuan couldn't see the figure. It turned out that Yang Mingyang saw that he had never been able to escape the tracking of the other party, so he did not hesitate to rush forward with spiritual power, estimated that he would throw the other party away for half a day, set up an infinite array in front of him, and then returned to a section, sitting in the tree hole and waiting for the Shoushan sect monks who were chasing after him first to try to eliminate a wave first. As a result, seeing that it was Chen Sanyuan, who was the strongest in pursuit, he deliberately fought back desperately, and then fled in a panic, completely paralyzing Chen Sanyuan and bringing him into the arranged Wuji Array. Chen Sanyuan didn't know that Yang Mingyang alone could actually arrange the Wuji Array, at this time, he was running around in the formation, trying to find the direction of the formation, but he couldn't find a way out of the formation, and wanted to attack, but he didn't know where to attack. Suddenly, there seemed to be a lot of people around, all of them sending out various attacks at him, and he hurriedly resisted, but how could he block it, from time to time attacks hit his body, and after a while, his whole body was scarred. In desperation, he arranged his spiritual power around his body, forming a transparent spiritual power shield that blocked many attacks from the outside. At this time, Yang Mingyang's voice came: "This kind of spiritual power cover consumes spiritual power very quickly, see if you can last for a long time." The hunter became the prey instead, Chen Sanyuan had no other way at this time, so he had to say loudly: "Fellow Daoist, I made a mistake, you let me go, my storage bag is for you, and I still have a lot of property in the Shoushan Sect, and I will also give it to you." Yang Mingyang laughed loudly: "You are dead, of course your storage bag is mine, as for your sect's belongings, I don't dare to think that your subordinates are slower than you, so they are probably about to arrive! You may still let me go when they arrive? Since you are doing the act of killing people and overselling goods, you should have the consciousness of being killed." After saying that, he destroyed the magic circle again, launched an attack of greater intensity, and at the same time, summoned Xiao Yi and launched a long-range attack with himself. An hour later, Chen Sanyuan's mana was exhausted, the spiritual power shield disappeared, and in a burst of screams, he was beaten into a sieve.

Seeing that Chen Sanyuan was killed, Yang Mingyang quickly swept to his corpse, took off the storage bag around his waist, put away the formation, and then left quickly. After a pillar of incense, several figures hurried from behind, saw Chen Sanyuan's body on the ground, discussed it, and left again. Yang Mingyang fled forward for dozens of miles, and then found a hidden place to meditate and rest, at this time the feeling of being tracked disappeared completely, he rested in place for a few hours, and saw that no one followed, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the life of more than a month of fearful escape was finally over.

He took out two storage bags from his bosom and prepared to count the spoils of the two monks he had killed. The first storage bag was obtained from the attack on a Shoushan Sect Qi refining cultivator in the early stage of Qi refining a month ago, and it contained seven or eight hundred spirit stones, some ordinary magic weapons, and a few bottles of pills. And the second storage bag is Chen Sanyuan, the head of the Shoushan faction, this guy is clever all day long, the property in the storage bag is quite rich, there are more than 20,000 spirit stones alone, and there are countless magic tricks, pills, and spiritual weapons in it, and the Chiyan sword that was snatched by killing people is among them. In addition, there is an old picture and several magic books, the picture is painted with three peaks, and there is a pentagon white pattern on the mountainside of the middle peak, Yang Mingyang looked at it for a long time, and did not find what this painting represented, so he had to put it in a storage bag. In addition to Chen Sanyuan's cultivation techniques, there are also some spells in several recipes, and if he examines these recipes carefully, one of them is called "Qiyuan Technique", which aroused his interest. This Qiyuan technique is not a common attack or defense spell, it is an auxiliary spell, its main function is to strengthen the cultivator's divine consciousness, a monk like him in the middle stage of Qi cultivation, in the end, can have a divine sense no less than that of a foundation building monk, and can explore the surrounding grass and trees farther and more detailed. After seeing this spell, Yang Mingyang knew why no matter how far he ran, this Chen Sanyuan could find his position.