One of the gate guards died, a charred corpse. It slammed to the ground with an unpleasant stench.

He Shang didn't know the name of this person, but it didn't stop him from using this guy as a human shield.

Blocking a fireball and creating a charred corpse, He Shang began to flee again.

At this time, the brown clothes were slightly scorched, but He Shang couldn't take care of it so much.

When life is in trouble, where do you take care of your clothes? He Shang is not a pedantic scholar.

At the moment when the charred corpse fell, He Shang saw the white-clothed figure chasing him.

Dressed in white, he carried a long sword at his waist and had a smile on his face.

The immortal's lips were open and closed, but too far away to be heard. However, He Shang looked at his face and the shape of his lips opening and closing, and roughly guessed what this immortal cultivator said.

"You can't escape. "The immortals must have said this to mortals.

He Shang immediately turned his head and fled towards the area outside the blackboard.

He knew that when he was chasing and killing, the speed at which the immortal cultivator could condense the fireball would slow down. At least you can't throw one away, and you can immediately condense one and throw it at him one after another.

The buildings are different in the areas inside and outside the black walls. Within the city walls, there is a civilian area. Outside the city walls, there is a slum.

It's more messy, it's more disorganized, the roads are more dilapidated, and people are thinner.

Originally, in terms of the probability of escaping, the dense buildings and messy alleys in the civilian area were more suitable for He Shang's escape.

But he was also forced to be helpless, because the immortal cultivator behind him was too difficult.

Should you really praise it, is it worthy of being an immortal with the power of the Heavenly Dao Divine Law?

He Shang turned over and dodged a fireball, then sprang up in embarrassment, and continued to choose a spot to escape.

All this, until a certain demon pupil can't stand it anymore.

(Hey, you're so afraid of the immortals? Afraid of the pseudo-lady behind you?)

“...... He is an immortal. ”

The demon pupil was silent, it really couldn't stand it.

Its host, the mortal boy, was hunted down like a runaway defeated dog.

Run, run, roll, dodge a fireball, get up again, ignore the dust and dirt on your body, and continue to flee.

About all this, the demon pupil saw it in its eyes, but its heart was thinking.

Originally, according to the most reasonable and best strategy with the best success rate, He Shang should not have fled from the beginning, but should have drawn his sword and gone straight up.

Although the immortal cultivator is an immortal cultivator, the pseudo-lady in the back is just a sundry in the qi training stage. What powerful Dao techniques can be mastered in the Qi cultivation stage? It is just a low-level "trick" such as a fireball.

Don't look at the immortal cultivators who have the upper hand now, in fact, the real material of that pseudo-mother is like that.

The pseudo-mother in the back is a monk of the Imperial Beast Stream, and she is still in the stage of the backlash of the death of the natal beast pet.

The Beast Stream Monk has no beast pet, just a soft persimmon.

But ah...... Now He Shang was pressed and beaten by this soft persimmon, and he could only flee for his life.

Looking at all this, the end can only say "take the blame".

Yes, the reason why we are in this unfavorable situation is all because of He Shang's wrong strategy.

sighed slightly, it's really hard to say anything.

Judging from the end of the day, the pseudo-Niang monk who dealt with the Imperial Beast Flow should be to pull in the distance and fight directly in close quarters, not to give this pseudo-Niang time to use the Dao method.

A beast stream monk can have a wealth of hand-to-hand combat skills.

But what if the last one knew about this strategy? Its host wouldn't believe it!

This amber demon pupil was really helpless, because it was in a stalemate.

Its host, a native mortal, has been instilled with the concepts of "mortals must obey immortals unconditionally", "immortals are virtuous and righteous", "immortals are irresistible", and so on.

Now, all of a sudden, he has to face the immortals as a mortal. The terrifying pressure during this period can be imagined.

In the face of the immortals, they all felt pressure, not to mention picking up a sword to fight the immortals for their lives.

This is the stalemate, and it is very clear at the end.

He Shang couldn't escape, because the monk behind him knew how to track him.

If it is a melee fight, He Shang has a greater chance of winning. But He Shang did not dare to face immortal cultivators because of the worldview that he had established since he was a child.

Instead, he distanced himself and tried to escape.

I couldn't escape and couldn't escape, and there was an immortal cultivator hanging behind him, and he was bombarded by fireballs all the way.

It is very clear that if it is a war of attrition compared to physical strength, He Shang will definitely not be able to win.

It is true that immortal cultivators may be consumed to death, but it is never possible to be consumed to death by a single mortal.

Linggen, the pseudo-mother in the back has a spiritual root. Although it is only the lowest spiritual root, it can be regarded as a spiritual root.

Immortal cultivators who enter the Qi cultivation stage are destined to recover faster than mortals.

The demon pupil knew that if he continued like this, He Shang would be consumed to death.

When He Shang's physical strength is exhausted, the immortal cultivators behind him will still have physical strength.

At that time, He Shang's head will be cut off by that pseudo-mother with a sword. Tsk, maybe it will be hung on the city wall to blow the wind.

The deadlock must be broken, and He Shang must be allowed to fight to the death against that immortal cultivator.

Never thought about it, and it smiled.

（...... Hey, I found a little thing. ）

The last one spoke to his host, the playful voice hiding its thoughts.

He Shang didn't answer, he was still busy fleeing for his life.

He was in a mess, covered in dust and dirt. Breathing disorders, sweat and dust coat the skin with a taupe coating. His forehead was bleeding, blood mixed with sweat and grit.

He didn't answer, but he didn't care.

The amber demon pupil opened on the back of its right hand, and then it spoke to He Shang.

(You want to run away, but the guy in the back looks like he's trying to keep you.) ）

The demon pupil looked at He Shang, and then He Shang's right wrist squirmed.

On the skin covered in dust and sweat, changes begin to begin. A tingling sensation stimulated He Shang's perception, and then he saw something.

The skin on the wrist of the right hand darkens, darkens, and then grows into a pattern. A dramatic face, egg-sized black pattern appears on the skin.

(You don't need to know what this thing is, but you can't escape it.) ）

(Did you see that guy in the back??) This is the power of cultivating immortals!, well, a chasing spell.) ）

The demon pupil lied, its face was not red and its heart was not beating, perhaps it had something to do with its lack of face and heart.

He Shang turned into a deserted courtyard, and he knew that it was deserted. Because there was a great plague many years ago, the original residents all died.

He steadied his breathing, was silent for a moment, and then lowered his head to the demon pupil and asked, "What...... Do you?"

A hideous laugh resounded in He Shang's mind, and Mo Jue smiled.

It knew that the moment for a breakthrough had come.