Ten thousand burials in the ancient interior.

There were several shocking flashes one after the other, and the colorful spiritual power made a sound of breaking through the sky, and in the front light curtain, it was Wang Ran.

Followed by hot pursuit, the people of Hong Yuanmen, led by Lin Jun, formed an encirclement and pursued Wang Ran from eight directions, blocking his retreat.

Wang Ran's eyes narrowed, and the speed of the imperial sword under his feet became faster and faster, and at the same time, he pinched a magic trick to suppress the restless blood qi in his body, and galloped while repairing his injuries.

"You can't escape! I, a disciple of Hongyuanmen, the ends of the earth, swear to hunt you down!" Lin Jun shouted angrily, chasing after him closely, and his speed was also extremely fast, especially after he transported a Dao method at this moment, his figure soared again, and the strength of the peak of the foundation was exerted to the extreme, and the remnant of the Dao Dao swept out in mid-air.

The two sides of the people and horses rushed out of the range of the Valley of Ten Thousand Burials and entered the barren forest of Kitazawa, and everywhere they passed, the leaves under their feet made a gurgling sound.

"Damn, it's not the way to go. Wang Ran looked solemn, gritted his teeth, and after spurting out a mouthful of blood, he forcibly urged his spiritual power again and galloped towards the sky.

But with the weakness of his body, he can't last long like this, and sooner or later he will be caught up, so he can't help but be secretly anxious.

At this moment, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, and felt something in his body, faintly calling him.

He was so blessed that as soon as he turned his palm, a palm-sized brush appeared in the palm of his hand.

"It's you......" Wang Ran muttered, he could feel that the brush was calling to him, as if he was anxious for him.

Wang Ran, who was a little stunned, immediately thought of the first time he saw this pen when he was in the underground ruins of the Weihe Sect, when this pen had the ability to penetrate the void, and it could fly autonomously, the speed was extremely fast, and it could ignore everything.

"Could it be ......" Looking at the pen in his hand, Wang Ran's eyes couldn't help flashing, and he muttered in his mouth......

Meanwhile.

On the other side of the forest, there was an old figure in the sky, with a cold glow in his eyes, stepping on the void, all the way across the forest.

Along the road, there was a demon beast that built the foundation of the Great Perfection, and pounced on him with grinning teeth, the old man didn't even look at it, and directly waved a finger, and the demon beast was shocked to death in the air.

He kept walking in and out of the sky, extremely fast, flashing from one end of the sky to the other in one step, as if teleporting.

After a short while, he came to a pool of water, and his figure slowly stopped in mid-air.

"Is that man here, killing Wu'er?" some of the old faces showed a touch of sadness at this moment, and in the rain, he stepped on the dirt.

The location of this soil is the place where Liu Junhou of Beize Sect Tianjiao died before, and this waterhole is Fangcun Pond.

The old man closed his eyes and calmed down for a while, then wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and the anger and killing intent on his body burst out together, he pinched his fingers and calculated, and determined that the murderer was still in this forest, and immediately rose to the sky and galloped away in the direction of Ten Thousand Burial Gu.

Along the way, his divine consciousness emanated, enveloping all around, and as long as the murderer appeared, he would be able to detect it.

"No matter who you are or what kind of power you have, the old man is desperate to the death, and I will kill you today to avenge my son!" The old man had a poignant look in his eyes, he had already prepared for the worst, even if the other party's background was monstrous, and the forces could crush them Beizezong, he would not retreat half a step.

After all, the revenge of killing the son can be said to be incompatible, even if there are any concerns, it is enough for him to let go, and from now on, he will no longer be in the North Ze Sect and die in the world.

Taking a deep breath, the old man swept towards the sky in front of him, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

......

In the forest not far from the Valley of Ten Thousand Burials.

Wang Ran looked at the brush in his palm, and then looked back at the people of Hongyuanmen who were chasing closer and closer, his eyes showed decisiveness, he gritted his teeth, and with a move of his mind, he urged this imperial pen with a mysterious origin.

Rumble!

Hearing a loud bang, the black brush instantly transformed into a long soldier, taking Wang Ran with him, setting off an unparalleled speed, and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

"Brother Jun, look!"

Behind him, the disciples of Hong Yuanmen exclaimed in surprise, and Lin Jun was even more stunned, he didn't expect Wang Ran to have such a life-saving method.

Thinking of the consequences of losing Wang Ran, Lin Jun shuddered, this trembling was not because he was afraid that Ling Tianchen would punish him, but because he cared too much about Ling Tianchen, Lin Jun didn't want to see him sad because of this, sacrificing so many things, and losing this opportunity.

Therefore, Lin Jun's eyes immediately showed a touch of ruthlessness, he slapped the storage bag with his palm, took out a leaf-shaped flat boat from it, and after injecting spiritual power, he saw that the thing was rising against the storm, and immediately packed the rest of the Hongyuanmen disciples in it, and the speed skyrocketed, catching up with Wang Ran.

With the help of the black brush, Wang Ran finally had a chance to breathe, he took a long breath, sat cross-legged on the pen shaft, and seized the time to recover his spiritual power.

Suddenly, the black brush emitted a burst of spiritual power fluctuations and teleported into Wang Ran's mind, although it was not a language, but Wang Ran clearly understood its meaning.

The black brush was telling him that the people behind him were catching up, but don't be afraid, it can shuttle through the void, but this ability, every time it is used, it will make it a little weaker, and it will take a long time to recover.

After Wang Ran got the information, he couldn't help but show a touch of joy, if this was the case, then he could get out of the predicament at this time.

When he was about to apply oil to the soles of his feet, Wang Ran suddenly felt that an astonishing murderous aura was coming towards him, and when he looked at it from afar, he saw an old man with anger, stepping on the void from the sky in the distance.

"Walking in the sky, Brother Jindan?" Wang Ran was stunned, and when he was puzzled, he suddenly found that the old man's face was seven or eight points similar to Liu Junhou before, and he immediately understood the identity of the person who came.

Wang Ran immediately turned around decisively, after a big battle, it was absolutely impossible for him to escape from the hands of Brother Jindan head-on, even if he was in peak condition, he only had a few chances.

But not long after turning around, Wang Ran paused again, and he saw a large number of Hongyuanmen disciples also chasing after him, looking like they were shouting and shouting to kill.

There were pursuers in front and mortal enemies behind, Wang Ran suddenly had an idea at this moment, and had a bold idea.

I only heard him shout at the disciples of Hong Yuanmen: "Hahaha, it's really feng shui in turn, with Elder Liu here today, who dares to touch me?"

With a hint of arrogance, this voice came into Lin Jun's ears, making the latter slightly stunned.

"Is there any help he can still have?" said a disciple with a frown.

Lin Jun was also surprised for a moment, and then remembered Senior Brother Ling's entrustment, and gritted his teeth fiercely: "Even if there is help, what if there is help? I, a disciple of Hongyuanmen, have I ever been afraid in the land of Yunzhou, if I don't kill this son today, I will not give up!"

As he spoke, the spirit boat under his feet was faster, skimming the sky and catching up.

Wang Ran smiled at the corner of his mouth, turned around and galloped again, and shouted at the old man: "The old dog of the Liu family, your son Liu Junhou was killed by me, not only me, but also the brothers behind me, each of them slashed him, if you have the guts, come to take revenge!"

The old man who stepped on the void was stunned, and when he heard this, he immediately became angry, his eyes were blinded by hatred, and he roared in a lost voice: "This son...... This son is too arrogant, okay, even if the old man is desperate today, he will eradicate you brutes!"

The roar full of murderous intent spread all over the world, and after Wang Ran had done all this, he slapped the black brush with a smile, and the whole company with the pen escaped into nothingness out of thin air and disappeared......