Compared to the combat effectiveness, Lin Mu is only thirty or forty people, maybe there is no way for Fan Qinglun and others, even if it is a few kills, they can only crush some peripheral people without pain.

However, if it is compared to speed, almost everyone on Lin Mu's side has a fierce beast mount, but in terms of mobility, it can directly explode Fan Qinglun and others.

With Lin Muzhi's roar, the cavalry torrent formed by dozens of people, like a round of crescent moon sword light, swept through the crowd, and after killing more than 30 enemies again, it instantly broke through the formation with Lin Muzhi's pace.

"Brother Mu, there are too many people in Fan Qinglun's group of birds, it's not a way for us to escape like this, the inner city of the palace is such a big place, sooner or later we have to fight against this group of birdmen......"

"It's okay, target the Immortal Treasure Altar, slow down and fish Fan Qinglun's group over!"

Under the dispatch of Lin Muzhi, a group of fierce beast knights ran like the wind, crushing large areas of palaces along the way, hiding in the ruins, rushing out from time to time, sweeping in the camp of Fan Qinglun and others, and then breaking away.

The kite flying tactics, the standard tactics of grinding blood and fighting monsters, although old-fashioned, are extremely effective for Fan Qinglun and his party.

There were originally as many as two or three hundred people on Fan Qinglun's side, but after just over an hour, nearly half of them were eaten up by Lin Muzhi and others little by little.

Similarly, this kind of harassment by Lin Muzhi and others also successfully aroused the surging anger of Fan Qinglun and others, with Fan Qinglun, the corpse boy, and Shi Wukong as the core, forming a simple three-talent array, and chasing Lin Muzhi and others like crazy.

Just chased and fled, Lin Muzhi and the others went around in the palace, and it took nearly three hours to attract Fan Qinglun and the others to the location of the Immortal Treasure Altar again.

"Brothers, remember, our purpose is not to fight, but to provoke the blood python to fight to the death with Fan Qinglun's group of kings and eight calves, and take the opportunity to seize the immortal treasure!"

In the end, Lin Muzhi calculated the time for Fan Qinglun and the others to pursue, and soon separated several of the fastest people from his team and rushed towards the blood python around the Immortal Treasure Altar.

Attack the two sides, and then use the ruins in the middle to separate the sight of the blood python and Fan Qinglun and others, and at the critical moment, get out of the battle group and sit on the mountain to watch the tiger fight.

This is Lin Muzhi's plan that is so simple that it can't be overcome, if it is an ordinary time, just rely on this kind of little trick to deceive Fan Qinglun and others, it can only be said to be a fantasy.

However, after a few hours of teasing, Fan Qinglun and the others are almost angry now, coupled with the ruins deliberately created by Lin Muzhi and others to block the line of sight, as long as the operation is good, it is not impossible to achieve.

At this time, on Fan Qinglun's side, almost half of the people had some injuries on their bodies, even if the injuries were not serious, they were all extremely embarrassed.

"Brother Fu Corpse, have you found out the location of Lin Muzhi's calf, I must break this group of bastards into pieces, otherwise it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!" Fan Qinglun was dressed in white at this time, and there were traces of being burned and smoked everywhere.

Just half an hour ago, Lin Muzhi and others successfully used a box of ** to plot the Kunlun disciples led by Fan Qinglun, although the casualties caused were not large, but almost all the dozens of Kunlun disciples were burned to baldness, especially Fan Qinglun, who was taken care of by Lin Muzhi during the attack, and even burned half of his eyebrows.

The corpse boy held a strange magic seal in his hand, and saw a blue-black ghost rolling wildly on a sand table, controlling a locust stick, constantly writing strange and complex fonts on the sand table.

The art of Fu Ping, a secret method of Maoshan Mountain, through the casting of people's smell and qi, and the channeling of yin spirits, only to calculate and deduce the information of the person being cast.

The blue and black yin soul shook quickly on the sand table, and the scratches of the locust tree rod on the sand table also appeared quickly, until the yin soul the size of an ordinary person almost exhausted the soul body power, and the locust tree rod in the void finally slowly stopped.

"The information I got is that Lin Muzhi and the others are resting, at most three miles away from us, due west, surrounded by walls on three sides, it is a good place to outflank!" The corpse boy frowned slightly and looked at the sand table in front of him.

"That's right, surrounded by walls on three sides, just so that Lin Muzhi's group of bastards don't escape again, let's set off!" Fan Qinglun usually pays the most attention to his image, this time his eyebrows were burned, as soon as he heard the news of Lin Muzhi and others, he immediately began to gather his own people and horses, for fear that Lin Muzhi and others would escape again.

"Third son, I feel that something is not quite right, it is better to send someone to investigate first, Lin Muzhi's group of people is too slippery, let's not be deceived by Lin Muzhi!"

"What can be wrong, even if Lin Muzhi's group of bastards is running fast, but the real combat power is simply unable to compete with us, didn't Brother Fu Dao say that at this time, this group of bastards are resting against the ruins of the wall, take advantage of their unpreparedness, this time they must kill Lin Muzhi and Du Wenlong!" Fan Qinglun said almost through gritted teeth.

But even so, the corpse boy was extremely cautious to summon several of his treasured yin souls again, burned the soul power of these yin spirits, and performed a water mirror technique, and carefully observed the situation of Lin Muzhi and the others at this time, and then rectified all the horses, gritted his teeth and rushed towards Lin Muzhi and the others.

In the water mirror technique performed by the corpse boy, Lin Muzhi and the others were hiding in an enclosure surrounded by huge piles of rubble, resting listlessly one by one.

And where Lin Muzhi and the others were at this time, Lin Muzhi felt that the slightest power of being watched gradually disappeared, and he made an OK gesture to this kind of person.

Half a day's running and provocation, circling around the palace for more than four hours, although it is a little exhausting, but it is enough to be able to lead Fan Qinglun and others into his trap.

The place that Lin Muzhi chose was actually built and shaped by Lin Muzhi's people in this location in this half a day, and the ruins surrounded on three sides were built by Lin Muzhi's people little by little.

Not far from the periphery of this ruin, no more than five hundred meters, is the place where the huge terrifying blood python around the Immortal Treasure Altar is entrenched.

Lin Muzhi had already sent people to the place where the terrifying blood python was, and once Fan Qinglun and the others attacked with a large number of helpers, Lin Muzhi would be able to send a signal and let the fastest brothers in his team seduce the huge and terrifying blood python to the battlefield.

At that time, as long as he secretly guards the exit of the ruins surrounded by walls on three sides, he will be able to deal an unparalleled blow to Fan Qinglun and the others, and even more, he will be able to take this opportunity to plunder the immortal treasure on the altar together.