Chapter 415: The Young Master of Wanyun (Twenty-Nine) The Art of Escape

"Uncle Shi, look at the thunder swallowing grass you want here." Yang Qing's contemptuous smile was coldly fixed on her face, and she glanced at Guan Xue with a smile.

Guan Xue's figure flashed, appearing on the dry and cracked scorched earth. Reaching out and picking up the lotus holy bag on the ground, his divine sense swept away, and the lotus holy bag was just a solid root bag. With a hiss, the forbidden knowledge of the holy bag was broken.

Guan Xue frowned, and couldn't help but be shocked in his heart. There were more than a dozen strings of "Xuanlu Blood Crystals" in the holy bag. How could there be so many? Guan Xue didn't figure it out, "blood crystals" can only be turned into one string in a month, how can there be more than ten strings?

Guan Xue picked up another lotus sacred bag again, and hissed to break the forbidden one. Well, there's only a string of blood crystals in this sack. Guan Xue's eyes flashed. He casually threw the sacred bag containing a string of blood crystals to Yang Qing. "This is for your master".

Yang Qing took the holy bag and swept it with her divine sense. In the holy bag was the string of blood crystals, no more, no less, exactly forty grains. The coldness on his face disappeared, and a hint of surprise appeared.

Guan Xue's cold gaze stared at the twitching Fan Yan again, and the black withered bone claws grabbed Fan Yan's throat like lightning.

In the middle of a thousand shots, a golden light flew from the far sky, without a trace, with a long golden tail, penetrating the sea of Guan Xue's knowledge, and then a sharp sound, piercing Yangqing's ears were about to pierce. There was a sound of breaking melons and the explosion of divine consciousness.

Guan Xue's eyes were covered with a layer of black mist in the cold, and the golden light passed through the sea of knowledge. Fly into the air.

Whoosh, a five-colored shadow escaped from the Danhai of Guan Xue. "Ahh Teleported into the distance, sucking and escaping fifty miles.

The golden light spiraled in the distance, shooting at the fleeing five-colored shadow. The shadow formed a zigzag, constantly changing directions, and with each change, the golden light silently penetrated the five-colored phantom, and changed the direction again to shoot towards the five-colored shadow.

Thousands of miles in the void. The five-colored flower shadow exclaimed with an exclamation, and escaped in the interspersed shuttle of the golden shadow.

A figure flashed from virtual to real by the stream, and Fan Yi appeared above the stream with an angry face. The eyes were wide, and there was a thoughtful look in the gray dim light. Then a wild laugh erupted from Fan Yi's mouth. "Hahaha, it's really not easy to manage Senior Brother, it's been a thousand years, I finally found you."

Fan Yi glanced at Yang Qing after speaking, and his two faint brows were tightly locked. Clicked on Fan Yan on the cracked ground. A pure qi flew into Fan Yan's body, and Fan Yan, who had been convulsing non-stop, slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw Fan Yi, his nose was sour, and tears of anger burst out of his eyes. "Father ......".

"It's okay Yan'er, why did you come to the Desire Cave Dingcheng?" Fan Yihu asked suspiciously. With a wave of his hand, a brown battle armor was pierced on Fan Yi's body.

Then it emits an aura. "Yan'er go, go back to Wanyun Cave".

Fan Yan didn't wait for Fan Yi to finish speaking, and plunged into the aura. It doesn't matter so much. Escaping back to Wanyun Cave first is the most important thing.

Fan Yi looked at the five-colored shadows shuttling through the distant sky. "Senior brother, our grievances are over here, I'll let you go and take it myself." Between words. The golden light flew back into Fan Yi's hand and turned into a golden short ge.

Suddenly, Fan Yi's face changed greatly, and the wrinkles on his face were as deep as spider webs. The golden short ge in his hand disappeared in a flash, turning into dozens of golden lights and flying in one direction.

The distant sky shimmers with black light. Black lines flew towards the golden light. The sound of golden chirping resounded in the heavens and the earth.

A startled sneer came from the distance. "Senior brother is here, what, do you want to leave without saying a word"?

After the voice. Deng Ming wore thick black hair, which was as smooth and soft as black brocade and scattered on his shoulders. A faint curve of a green underwear that is as light as silk. The cold eyebrows covered the cold eyes, and they instantly nailed to Fan Yi's body.

Fan Yi twitched the fine lines on his face a few times, and his eyes became bloodshot and cloudy, stagnating in front of the aura like a dead man. Said word by word. "Senior sister's nose really works, I just arrived in your Dingcheng, and you smelled it."

"Hehehe, is my brother scolding me? I can't sleep even if you live for a day." As he spoke, he glanced at the corpse of Guan Xue beside Fan Yi, his face turned pale, he gritted his broken teeth with giggling, and his angry eyes burst out with uncontrollable anger.

White teeth stubbornly bite the thin lower lip. A fierce sound squeezed out of the gap between the thin teeth. "Senior brother, you are too ruthless, junior brother has not made you suffer much, but you can be so ruthless."

Fan Yi's eyelids jumped, and he didn't defend himself. said expressionlessly. "He found it himself, and he couldn't help anyone else." As he spoke, the aura behind Fan Yi disappeared. Fan Yi's eyes turned around in a ghostly circle.

"Senior brother, why didn't you run away from the Wanli Transmission Array, why did you suffer a loss last time, and you were scared." Deng Ming's contemptuous ruthlessness hung on the corners of his mouth, staring at Fan Yi deadly. Deng Ming knew that it was not surprising that he was a senior brother, and his ability to escape could be called the first in the Holy Realm.

Over the past thousand years, Deng Ming has grasped Fan Yi's shadow no less than 100 times. Every time, Fan Yi escaped at a critical time. Deng Ming couldn't figure out if this senior brother was thinking about how to escape every day, the escape technique of the Holy Realm and the concealment technique had all been learned by him. There are no two rounds in each fight, and there is no shadow when you twist your ass. broke a retreat technique, and there was another, all of which Deng Ming had never seen. There are all kinds of tricks, which makes Deng Ming cry and laugh. It's fighting, it's playing hide and seek.

Fan Yi's face turned from white to blue, the green tendons on his temples burst out, and full of anger erupted from his small eyes, as if his whole body trembled slightly with anger. With a wave of his hand, countless gray hairs turned into countless gray thorns, and shot at Deng Ming overwhelmingly.

Hmph, Deng Ming snorted coldly twice, playing with his hair, it's really a small thing, Deng Ming's exercise is "a thousand strands of silk". The hair is playing with flowers and blooming.

Deng Ming's heart moved, and a thin black silk flew up and rolled in the air. Like tying hair, a knot of thousands of strands, and in an instant, the gray hair arrow is tied into a bunch.

Boom, the gray arrows burst open, turning into a white mist, enveloping the entire world.

Fan Yi's unbrilliant eyes suddenly lit up, he sneered, and fled into the distance, leaving a faint phantom on the ground.

Deng Ming sneered. "Senior brother, is this a newly learned trick?"

A strand of black hair turned into a black light. Splitting down in the foggy air. The mist immediately appeared in a clear space. Fan Yi's phantom appeared in front of Deng Ming outside the mist.

"Senior brother's escape techniques have been photographed." As he spoke, three strands of black silk flew in three different directions. In an instant, he caught up with the three figures who flew away. The three figures let out an exclamation at the same time, and a black sword pierced through their chests, oozing a red bloodstain.

Suddenly, the phantom in front of Deng Ming's eyes opened, and ten flame balls shot at Deng Ming's chest, which was too close. In a blink of an eye, he flew in front of Deng Ming.

Deng Ming pouted, "The carving insect skill is just one more phantom than before."

A trace of black line demonized like a string in front of Deng Ming, and the ten flame balls were worn into a string in a blink of an eye, like a string of flame sugar gourds. Sparks crackled in the air.

Deng Ming's delicate hand held the flame string and sneered twice. There were tears of laughter and tears on his eyelashes, and he had been playing a game of spear and shield with his brother all these years. "Senior brother, I've learned this new skill during this time, and I can't seem to escape it."

Deng Ming stared at the phantom with radiant energy. I was stunned. I saw that the virtual image in front of me softened like a skin. Spread in the stream, and slowly flow with the stream into the distance.

Deng Ming glanced at the shadow puppet, and a black line turned into a black sword and slashed down. The shadow puppet silently turned into a wisp of smoke.

Well, the skin on Deng Mingjun's pretty face tightened. A shield of light completely enveloped the body, leaving only the string of flame gourds.

"Boom, boom, boom" a series of earth-shattering loud noises. The entire stream evaporated in an instant in the heat of the scorching flame blast. The willows in the hundred-zhang area were all turned into gas. A large crater was blown out under Deng Ming's feet. An old sneer was heard in the middle of the blast. "Senior sister, you lost".

I saw the raging flames wrapping Deng Ming's light mask. The fiery sound of crackling bars seemed to burn Deng Ming's defensive light shield.

With the sound of fire, a flame sphere fled into the sky with a wave of air. One escape is nearly 100 miles. After a few inhales, the flames turned into a gray-haired old man who glanced back with a sneer. Hurriedly fled into the distance. A thin black line was left behind.

Deng Ming in the light shield, his lips were tightly closed. A long cry like a silver bell, and before Deng Ming could use a spell, the flames disappeared without a trace.

Deng Ming was stunned. As if awakened, he rolled his gaze and let out a wry smile. "This flame is nothing but a tricky illusion to the death."

Deng Ming shook his head and raised his hand, the tip of his hand flashed with black light, and a thin black line that was almost invisible to the naked eye appeared. Deng Ming looked at the black line with a smile. Twist the fingertips lightly. A black flash of light disappeared along the thin black line.

Fan Yi, who was thousands of miles away, had a smug face, and this time he easily escaped from the hands of the ghostly junior sister. The proud Fan Yi almost smiled at the mountains and rivers.

Suddenly, the muscles on Fan Yi's face were trembling with anger, sparks of horror burst out of his eyes, his mouth was panting rapidly, and his face was distorted and deformed by an extreme anger and pain. There was a crackling sound from the brown armor on his body.

Fan Yiru instantly fell into the fire pile, and the condensing holy heaven battle armor exploded. Fan Yi's body was first fiery red, then purple, and then black in the blink of an eye. There was a scorching smell of burning skin.

The black-pasted Fan Yi bared his white teeth, opened his black and white eyeballs in the blasting air wave of the battle armor, turned into several light shields, and shot towards the distance, and one shot was a hundred miles.

A hundred miles away, the black Fan Yi gritted his teeth and roared, howling like a wounded beast. He shook his body violently, a layer of black ash ethereated from his body, and a skinny naked old man appeared in the blue sky, holding a holy bag in his trembling hands.

After Fan Yi roared, he looked into the distance like a ghost, shook the holy bag, and flew out a battle armor, which flashed through his body. scratched the bald head that didn't even have a single hair, and looked around in a hurry. (To be continued......)