On one of the hillsides of the tribe, a thick black and cyan mist grew from half a zhang to a square one, and there was no tendency to stop, the mist was surging, like a dormant beast that would burst out at any time to bite and bite!

On the hillside, where the black and blue mist passed, all the wild grasses, shrubs and other vegetation dried up, and after being cut off, it was like being exposed to the sun for several years, as if the mountain wind blew and turned into flying ash, and the rocks were also corroded by the violently toxic mist.

Most of the ten Purple Mansion Realm monks who lifted off the imperial weapon were pale, looking at the figure running on the ground, their eyes were full of fear, including 'Elder Xie' and the three of them were not damaged, manipulating their respective magic weapons to cut around, but they didn't dare to get too close to the range that the long stick could cover, forcing the other party to switch between the long bow and the long stick, and destroying the magic weapon was a trivial matter, and the most afraid of forcing the other party too much, pulling a few of them as backs!

The monks on the open space watched indifferently, and some were considering whether to help the core monks of the tribe kill the demon beasts in order to show their position, and seeing that the monks of the Purple Mansion Realm were difficult to interfere with, they hesitated for a while, lest they be self-defeating and burned.

The five Purple Mansion Realm cultivators, who seemed alien from the other monks, were all anxious, looking around from time to time!

"It's quieter......"

Firebutterfly's expression returned to normal, only the circles under her eyes were slightly red, and she stood in the dark corner and muttered.

The divine consciousness does not dare to investigate at will, lest it cause misunderstanding and lead to annihilation!

"When it's over, try to get out of here, it's the same everywhere, if you don't leave, I'll leave myself."

Firebutterfly muttered to herself wearily.

"Squeak!"

The young man pushed the door and walked out, there was doubt on Mu Ne's face, and when he looked up and saw the ten Purple Mansion Realm monks flying with the imperial weapon, his doubts turned into fear, and his steps couldn't help but move backwards to "kill...... Killing"

His hands trembled, and he slowly turned his stiff neck to look at the place surrounded by the ten Purple Mansion Realm cultivators, and the house was not visible at all.

He wanted to move his steps and see clearly, but the fear in his heart made him hesitate.

After taking a step, after seeing the black and cyan mist on the hillside, the fear became even stronger, and when he saw the humanoid demon beast wearing a brocade warrior suit, he was puzzled at first, and then Mu Ne's face changed drastically, and he fled back to the house!

"Groaning ......"

The demonic red pupils did not blink, as if they wanted to drip blood, and their violence was more like they wanted to tear apart the black and cyan fog.

"If you suffer it, you can't run anywhere!"

Yang Qing's murderous intent was full of panic, and he changed the direction of escape, and the distance was even farther, but he still couldn't escape the interception of the old man in the ink robe.

"If this continues, before he gets close to this poisonous man, his poison ivy must be ready!"

The heart was throbbing, and he secretly felt that he had chosen the wrong direction to escape at the beginning, and more than ten people on the other side were closed, so he must have chosen the direction he chose to flee strictly, how could he leave a weak point.

Out of the tribe's closest distance, blocked by the old man in the ink robe, even if he bypassed the old man in the ink robe, the distance intercepted by the other party was short, if Yang Qing didn't make a big change in the direction of running, how could he hide.

"Whew"

As soon as the soles of the feet are horizontal, the sides of the body will be attached to the ground, sliding out a foot away, and the body will stop.

At this time, the distance from the black and cyan mist was less than 100 feet, and Yang Qing wanted to cut the tribe horizontally to increase the escape distance to avoid the encounter with the old man in the ink robe.

"Whew!"

A thick black and cyan fog stopped growing, and it swept rapidly across the hillside, pursuing it with all its might.

In this way, Yang Qing was galloping in the valley, and the old man in the ink robe and the dense fog were separated by Yang Qing for hundreds of feet!

"Intercept him!"

'Elder Xie' shouted by pulling his neck and changing the direction of the imperial weapon's flight.

"Whoosh!"

There were two Purple Mansion Realm cultivators in the air in the direction of Yang Qing, both of them were pale, with fear in their eyes, entangled in whether to intercept or not, and gritted their teeth and then took their magic weapons. Hit one after another!

I am afraid that Yang Qing will turn to them, and I am even more afraid that if I don't attack, after making them escape, I will face the punishment!

Get taller to keep the arrows in the safe air!

"Zheng!"

Invite the moon to bow for seven points, Yang Qing is running, and the two Purple Mansion Realm monks in the air are dodging, and the hit rate will be very low.

But he didn't want to kill them with one arrow, but to intimidate the two!

The two of them attacked with their imperial weapons, and their strength dropped rapidly, and they both shook their bodies as they tried their best to rise, unable to care about attacking!

"Whew!"

The stainless steel arrows were off the string, aiming not at the two Purple Mansion Realm cultivators in the air, but at the black and cyan dense fog that was about to move closer to Yang Qing!

The real threat lies in the old man in the ink robe, and only by blocking or even killing him can he have the possibility of getting out.

Killing one or two Purple Mansion Realm cultivators won't solve the problem at all!

"Whew!"

The black and cyan mist was stunned, and the old man in the ink robe lost his previous calmness, and when he pursued at full speed, the dodge would inevitably be hindered!

He is stagnant, Yang Qing's speed does not decrease, and the distance is widened!

"You two are a wreck, cut him down for me"

'Elder Xie' scolded angrily, filled the magic weapon in his hand with true yuan, and hit it fiercely,

When Yang Qing changed the direction of his running, he shortened the distance between him and the Purple Mansion Realm cultivator behind him, and entered the attack range of 'Elder Xie'.

'Elder Xie' knew that Yang Qing couldn't be distracted to deal with him at this time, so he used all his strength to attack.

"Boom!"

The houses were dense, and Yang Qing shuttled through the path, using the house to slightly block the attack of the imperial weapon.

"If it goes on like this, it may be okay, as long as you let the house cover and distance yourself from the poison cultivation, it will be possible to get out!"

Among the shattered tiles on the houses everywhere, Yang Qing saw hope and did not dare to relax in the slightest.

And the monks above the clearing, when they saw that the roof of their houses had been leaked, they were too angry to speak.

"It's all fucking manipulative, there's a fart for cutting the roof!"

'Elder Xie' scolded the rest of the Purple Mansion Realm cultivators angrily, and the magic weapon in his hand was improperly manipulated, piercing a roof!

"Quack!"

The piercing laughter of the old man in the ink robe, the anger and viciousness were terrifying, he couldn't get too close to Yang Qing, otherwise when he fell behind him, Yang Qing would change direction and continue to flee out.

"Whew!"

A black and cyan mist rose into the air, and the flight of the imperial weapon was less hindered by the house, and the speed was far faster than that of the Purple Mansion Realm monk!

The 'snort' sound sounded, and the fog was closing!

"Whew!"

Yang Qing's speed slowed down slightly, and he angrily opened the Moon Invitation Bow, and the stainless steel arrow shot towards a black and cyan mist.

The old man in the ink robe hid in the thick fog, and he couldn't see his figure, so he could only rely on it by mistake!

With a 'whew', the arrows passed through the dense fog, but they didn't affect the speed of the fog's flight!

'Woo!', 'Woo!'

When he was about to reach the house at the feet of the two Purple Mansion Realm monks in the air in front of him, he opened his bow and shot two arrows in a row!

The two of them would approach the sky when they went to the air again, causing them to fall down under the pressure of the sky, so they had to panic and dodge, and move closer to the 'Elder Xie' to prevent being isolated, and no one wanted to die here when they were executing the leader!

"Ding, ding!"

When dodging, he blocked with a magic weapon, but fortunately, the strength and speed of the arrows dropped from a distance, and he was barely injured.

When the two of them were happy, Yang Qing had already left him behind!

"There's hope!"

Yang Qing drank violently in his heart, and finally escaped from the siege of all cultivators!

Among them, there was the opportunity to find out in time that the cultivators were about to encircle and suppress him, and he kept a distance from the cultivators, and there was also a misjudgment in the direction of escape, so that the old man in the ink robe was still approaching him.

"Groaning ......"

The direction of running remains the same, curbing the extension of the distance from leaving the tribe, or taking the initiative to approach the old man in the ink robe, putting away the bow of the Inviting Moon, reducing the burden, and increasing the speed slightly.

'Boom, boom!' You Long continued to exert force out of the water, and his legs were torn and twisted in sharp pain, and he didn't have time to care.

"Quack!"

The anger and resentment in the strange laughter of the ink-robed old man became stronger and thicker, and the black and cyan fog that wrapped the shriveled body surged towards the palm of the withered branch, and the black and cyan poison ivy in his hand vibrated and grew, and the spikes on the poison ivy were against the ghostly light, sharp and poisonous!

"It's coming, it's coming!"

Yang Qing secretly drank urgently, as long as he ran more than 500 zhang, he would be able to escape from the tribe, at that time, there would be rocks and trees all over the place, which would be an obstacle to the flying monk of the imperial weapon in the air, and even weaker the attack of his imperial weapon, and then wrap his divine consciousness all over his body, it would be very likely to escape!

A group of twelve people, gradually moving away from the house where Yang Qing was located, Huo Die walked out with his head down, glanced in the direction of pursuit, and quickly retracted his gaze, "It's not that I don't save it, it's just that my strength is too weak to change anything, and I gave my life in vain."

I refused to look at it again, and walked back silently!

"Whew!"

The black-blue mist swelled even more, merging into the poison ivy like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

The other dry palm of the old man in the ink robe was still erupting, maintaining a lot of thick fog, not revealing his figure!

"Groaning ......"

Yang Qing, with a hideous face, roared angrily to keep his speed unabated, knowing that the crisis behind him would break out at any time, but he couldn't turn around and open the bow, the arrows would not necessarily hit the old man in the ink robe, once they couldn't hinder the speed of his body, then the speed would be slowed down by turning around and opening the bow, so it was closer to the crisis!

"You two trash, chase me!"

'Elder Xie' saw the two Purple Mansion Realm monks who missed Yang Qing and joined him, his sleepy eyes widened, and he scolded angrily, and then commanded all the Purple Mansion Realm monks to pursue together.

The distance between them and Yang Qing was close to three hundred zhang, and the imperial weapon attack was ineffective, so they could only wait for the old man in the ink robe to intercept it, and then attack it in groups!

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Yang Qing ran between the trails, standing vigilantly all the way in the houses and daring to look at the pursuit, seeing that he did not make a move, he was a little relieved, but he didn't expect that his left and right sides suddenly attacked, and it was the attack of the two imperial weapons of the Purple Mansion Realm!

These two people are not the core monks of the tribe, I don't know if they are to kill the demon beast, or to help their 'Elder Xie' and others to break out of the killer.

The distance between the left and right attacks is only five feet, and it is almost impossible to avoid it by speed!

"Whew!"

The hope that had just risen was shattered by the surprise attack of these two Purple Mansion Realm cultivators! The violence surged, and he hated these two people to the extreme!

Long stick ten jun to start!

The three-hundred-pound long stick made him faster, and the two magic weapons were already on his way!

"Bang!"

No matter how fast Yang Qing's attack speed was, he couldn't break the two attacks that were flanked left and right in such a short period of time, a half-moon magic weapon was smashed into the wall, and the other long sword had already been cut on his back!

"Tear up!"

There was a strange sound on the back robe at the shoulder, and a blood line appeared!

Immediately, the scapula silver bones could be seen from the wound, and the bones of the whole body were as hard as swords, and they were not injured, but they were still in sharp pain, hindering the transmission of power.

When the figure was stunned, he was caught by the old man in the ink robe, and the poison ivy in his hand was thrown!

In the blink of an eye, poison ivy landed on the path not far from Yang Qing!

"Boom!"

Poison ivy took root, grew violently, writhing like a madness!

"Whoosh!"

Just as the poison ivy crashed into the house that was blocking the way, and then crashed into Yang Qing and the two Purple Mansion Realm cultivators who had no time to hide, a small axe spun and rose from the ground, slashing towards the dense fog that emitted a 'quack' strange laugh.

The small axe is just an ordinary iron axe, and it is not a magic weapon, and its strength is not strong!

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