Chapter 225

After Yang Xuan nodded, Zhang Zhengli rushed out immediately and lit up a light layer of spiritual power, while the fat man surnamed Yu followed him and kept a distance of seven or eight meters.

The speed of the three increased a lot, and they passed over the trees quickly and silently.

After about half a cup of tea, Zhang Zhengli suddenly stopped and raised his hand. Yang Xuan and the fat man surnamed Yu also stopped their body shape.

His eyes looked down. Through the withered trunk, a figure was squatting on the ground. The moonlight shone on him. He could see his clothes faintly. It seemed to be a villager.

"Elder martial brother, I'll go down and ask."

The fat man surnamed Yu volunteered to land.

"Don't go!"

Zhang Zhengli scolded and squinted at the figure below. They were in a high position at this time. In addition, it was night. Even if there was moonlight, they still couldn't see it clearly.

Of course, Yang Xuan is not included.

Now that he had divine knowledge, he swept down at will, and suddenly his face changed dramatically. In a cold voice, "that man has no life Qi machine, he is a dead man!"

"What?"

The fat man surnamed Yu was surprised. The figure is still moving. Although the range is small, he doesn't look like a dead man.

He just went down a little body shape, hurriedly pulled up a section, and his eyes changed back and forth between the figure and Yang Xuan.

Zhang Zhengli frowned and took out the spirit driving mirror.

The brilliance on the mirror became brighter and brighter, even some dazzling, and now all gathered in the center.

"Yang Daoyou is right. The demon is right below us. The man is estimated to have died. You two wait here. I'll go down and have a look."

After that, he took a mirror in one hand and a flag in the other, and his body quickly fell down. After only a few breaths, he came to the front of the figure and fell steadily to the ground.

At a close distance, the figure suddenly became clear.

Zhang Zhengli just took a look, and suddenly his face changed greatly. The whole person rose up in the air and rushed to the side of Yang Xuan.

"Go! Now!"

"Elder martial brother, what's the matter?"

The fat man surnamed Yu scratched his head and was puzzled.

He watched Zhang Zhengli go down and didn't do anything, so he flew up to let them leave.

Although he is not interested in killing demons and demons, since he has found them, he still needs to kill them. Otherwise, the pope may blame them, and he can't run away with a reprimand.

Zhang Zhengli looked at him, looked down at the direction of the figure, and said in a hurry: "there is the mark of our family door on the man's forehead! It's too late if you don't go!"

As soon as he said this, the fat man surnamed Yu immediately shocked his body and quickly fled to the distance without saying a word.

Yang Xuan was very confused, but this was not the time to ask. He hurriedly followed up. Zhang Zhengli deliberately slowed down and left behind them to break in case of accidents.

The speed of the three was much faster than before. However, Yang Xuan's cultivation was not enough after all, and he couldn't afford to fly away for a long time. What's more, he did it with all his strength. After a while, more than half of his spiritual power was consumed.

"Jie Jie, three little friends, where are you going?"

A dull voice suddenly sounded and came from all directions.

"Come on! Leave everything alone! Run!"

Zhang Zhengli gritted his teeth and roared. His body suddenly accelerated. When he reached Yang Xuan, he suddenly slapped him on the back.

Yang Xuan was surprised. When he reacted, he only felt that he was a lot lighter, and his speed suddenly soared. He was already the same as the fat man surnamed Yu, and even faster.

"Hey, hey, since you've seen the master's masterpiece, why don't you stay and talk?"

The gloomy voice came out again, powerless, with the meaning of endless vicissitudes.

I don't know what secret method the other party used. The voice sounded like it sounded between heaven and earth. I couldn't find the source. It seemed that countless people stood in all directions and spoke together.

Zhang Zhengli's face was dignified. He put away the spirit driving mirror, bit his right index finger and moved his lips, as if he were casting a spell.

On his other hand, the small flag glowed a little, and a drop of blood flew out of his index finger and integrated into the luster.

The white light became blood red, and the surging weather suddenly soared into the sky, turning a blood red spear above him.

Although the spear was only a virtual shadow, the spiritual pressure contained in it was extremely terrible. Yang Xuan was more than ten meters away from it, and it was not its goal, but he still couldn't help but feel cold on his back, as if he would be killed by it in the next moment.

"Is this... The disciple of Dazhong sect?"

He was shocked. Compared with such a powerful killing weapon, the red jade bead used by Zhao Hu was much darker. If he could have this flag at that time, even if he was a little worse, Zhao Hu would be difficult to beat him.

Thinking in his heart, Zhang Zhengli's face was a burst of discontent.

"Not enough, not enough!"

He murmured, his mind moved, his fingertips spilled two drops of blood again, and integrated into the small flag. Suddenly, the red light was full!

On Zhang Zhengli's head, the bloody spear solidified, as if it were made of ruby, and its prestige became stronger and stronger.

"I hope I can resist it for a while!"

He clenched his teeth and said a word. The thought moved. The bloody spear lost its head in the air and immediately stabbed towards the rear, disappearing into the boundless night in the distance.

Zhang Zhengli's face turned white, but his speed did not decrease much. He always hung tightly behind Yang Xuan.

A moment later, in the far air, a thunderous roar suddenly came out, like a furious tiger and wolf howling. The people who listened to it were creepy, but then there was no sound.

Several people walked a distance again. After a while, the voice came out again.

"Tut Tut, boy with sword on his back, you are very good. You have destroyed one of my spirit pets."

"Damn it!"

Zhang Zhengli twitched twice in the corner of his eye. He decisively spent his blood essence to hit, and even failed to stop the other party for a moment. He was caught up so quickly.

"Sword!"

He gritted his teeth and roared. The long sword on his back suddenly shook, and there was a golden light on the hilt.

It was as if he had heard his call. The long sword buzzed and suddenly rose to the sky. It circled around him for two times and immediately fell into his hand.

With a sword in his hand, Zhang Zhengli's momentum soared, and his cultivation in the integration environment broke out. The whole person seemed to integrate into heaven and earth, and there was a rhyme in every move.

His figure stopped, turned and looked into the dark night sky in the distance.

At the same time, at his waist, a cloth bag opened suddenly, and a light gushed out of it. In the light, a big bird appeared.