Chapter 5935

However, the blood mist coagulated but did not disperse, and turned to cover them.

Yang Kai's face changed slightly, grabbed Zuo Wuyou and fell back on the carriage.

In the sky, if the blood fog is spiritual, it quickly runs away. From a distance, the voice of blood Ji comes: "I will break you into pieces sooner or later!"

The famous commander of the cosmos fled in such a panic.

Looking at the direction she left, Yang Kai looked sad: "it's difficult!"

Ordinary people have been killed many times by such a plot and sneak attack, but this bloody girl can save her life. She has a good means, which makes Yang Kai feel that there are so many talents.

However, after the fight just now, Yang Kai also saw some clues. Xueji's attainments in the art of blood Tao were really high, and there were no flaws in her whole body. Even if she was stabbed in her heart, she would not die, but would damage some vitality.

But she was seriously injured just now. Now she must be seriously injured. She should not dare to come again in a short time.

"No wonder so many experts in the divine cult can't help her. It turns out that this person's means are so treacherous!" Zuo Wuyou looked scared and recalled all kinds of things just now. If the son hadn't noticed and made a decision, he was afraid that he and Liu Ji didn't know how to die.

He turned to Yang Kai and admired the son more and more.

Liu Ji still drove the carriage without the roof, ran forward desperately, and smoke billowed all the way.

"I'm afraid it won't be peaceful all the way." Yang Kai whispered.

Zuo Wuyou said, "don't worry, son. I've heard that there will be experts in the divine religion to meet you."

"That's good." Yang nodded. Zuo Wuyou was also a thoughtful person. It seemed that he had made arrangements when he picked up the carriage in that town.

A whistling sound came. The driving horse suddenly fell to the ground. The speeding carriage hit the horse and turned over.

At the moment when they noticed something wrong, Yang Kai and Zuo Wuyou Liu Ji jumped out of the carriage.

The three men stood in the air and fixed their eyes. They saw that the horse was filled with red light and turned into a pool of blood in a burst of shrill neighing, leaving only a white skeleton.

"This..." Zuo Wuyou changed color slightly, and he didn't know when Xueji started on the horse.

Even Yang Kai didn't notice it. Now in retrospect, it should be Xueji's hand that was stabbed by herself and turned into blood mist to get rid of her clamp.

"Brother Zuo!" Liu Ji suddenly panicked.

Yang Kai and Zuo Wuyou turned their heads and looked at each other.

Liu Ji's body was also filled with red blood light. Under the blood light, Liu Ji's strength suddenly became extremely disordered, and his flesh and blood melted like a candle at high temperature.

"Liu Ji!" Zuo Wuyou shouted.

Liu Ji obviously knew what he was about to encounter. After a brief panic, his face suddenly became firm: "brother Zuo, you must send the son back!"

With these words, he dodged and swept away. On the way, flesh and blood fell off and turned into blood. In a moment, only white bones were left scattered from the sky.

Staring at this scene, Zuo Wuyou was speechless for a long time. For a long time, he looked up and roared, filled with grief and anger.

Yang Kai also has a dignified expression. Xueji's means are really mysterious and extremely sinister. When he realized that Liu Ji was abnormal, he wanted to help, but it was too late. Only a few seconds after the blood light appeared, Liu Ji had died.

He turned and looked to the left to make sure that he was not abnormal and that he should not have been hit, otherwise he could not have been unaware.

It seems that Xueji didn't intend to kill herself at first, otherwise she would have used this means to deal with herself.

Zuo Wuyou has calmed down again. Although his eyes are red and green tendons burst out on his forehead, he wants to find the bloody girl for a war now, but now escorting the son back to Chenxi city is the primary task.

"Son, let's go." Zuo Wuyou said hello and led the way first.

The carriage was gone, and they had to walk in the air.

However, it's inconvenient without the means of transportation. Zuo Wuyou's injury has not healed. Now he can't feel at ease to heal. He still has to support himself on his way.

At night, they found a place to rest in the wild.

Zuo Wuyou meditates and regulates his breath. Yang Kaijing sits aside to protect his Dharma.

With the cold moonlight, Yang Kai looked up at the full moon, and many thoughts came in his mind.

From the current information, the original world is impressively a real world. In this world, whether the three people of the bright god religion or the Mexican religion, they are all living creatures!

This is somewhat different from what Yang Kai thought.

This is the world in the long river of herding time and space. He thought everything here was illusory, but now it seems that he still underestimates the means of herding.

Mohism and Guangming theology are opposed to each other. Mohists can urge the power of ink, and the first saint of Guangming theology left a prophecy.

At present, everything is shrouded in fog. It is difficult for him to guess what the shepherd has left behind in the world. Everything can only be known after seeing the saint first.

The road ahead is slow, difficult and obstructed.

Under the moonlight, Yang Kai's shadow wriggled and twisted slightly.

Yang Kai flexed his fingers and flew out with a dark chopping blow like a crescent moon, chopping in the shadow.

Blood flowed out of the shadow, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Well, although the cultivation realm is ridiculously suppressed by this side of the world, the foundation of the avenue is still there, and the secret art of space can slightly stimulate one or two.

Moreover, Yang Kai can vaguely feel that the world's suppression of himself is not absolute, and his strength can be improved. In other words, as long as he is given a little time, he can restore his cultivation to the level of wandering.

This should be the limit that the world can accommodate.

Although it can only be raised one level, the strength that can be played will certainly increase a lot at that time.

The moon was hidden and the sun was rising. At dawn in the East, Zuo Wuyou finally woke up from the fixed environment. After a night of peace of mind and breathing regulation, he recovered well. When he opened his eyes, he was startled.

I could see bodies lying on the ground nearby, and the blood had already dyed the earth red.

There was not even a sign of resistance before the bodies died, and they seemed to be cut in two by extremely sharp weapons, with smooth cuts.

Zuo Wuyou doesn't even know when these people came and how they died.

However, only from the strange clothes of these people, they should be the killers of the Mohist Yubu.

This made him very ashamed. He got up and said, "Holy Son..."

Yang Kai glanced at him and nodded slightly: "rest and prepare to break through!"

Zuo Wuyou was stunned: "hmm?"

However, he soon understood what Yang Kai meant. Although he was only in the true yuan realm, he had no divine thoughts to use, but he was very sensitive.

You can sense the undercurrent surging around.

It made him change color.

Yang Kai stood up as if nothing had happened, patted the dust on his clothes, pointed to a direction and said, "we have been going in this direction yesterday. The dawn city is here, isn't it?"

"Yes!" Left carefree nodded.

"Then go." As he spoke, he picked up the long gun that was pestling around him.

"Just... Go?" Zuo Wuyou was stunned. The Mohist sect must know that they will move towards the direction of dawn City, so the interception in this direction must be the strongest. At the moment, the safest way is to test the enemy's strength first and choose a position with weak defense to break through.

"Go to Chenxi. It's the nearest here. Naturally, it's like this." Yang Kaili naturally replied, saying so, and swept straight forward.

Zuo Wuyou can only keep up.

Hiss

The two men moved in a square shape, and a clang suddenly sounded, but in all directions, arrows containing huge destruction came from the air.

Zuo Wuyou was about to dance the long sword into a ball, jingling the arrows out of the way, and shouted, "be careful, son."

In his busy schedule, he turned and looked, but he saw Yang Kai walking around in the arrow rain. Obviously, there was no resistance to dodge, but the dense arrows couldn't touch his clothes at all.

How did this happen? Zuo Wuyou is confused.

Before he could figure it out, he saw Yang Kai's fingers flexing and bouncing, chopping out in all directions like a dark moon blade.

The black moon blade seems to cut off even space and break through the blockade of distance in an instant.

The next moment, a terrible cry rang out continuously.

Zuo Wuyou couldn't help recalling the tragic situation of those corpses he had seen before. He suddenly understood how Yang Kai killed the enemy last night.

The two figures, one behind the other, kept flying forward and killing.

Until a moment, the arrow rain from the dark became sparse and finally stopped.

Probably the enemy also realized that this means can't take Yang away. A short stop doesn't mean giving up the encirclement, but to accumulate strength for the next stronger attack.

A moment later, several figures suddenly flew in front of them. All of them had the highest cultivation accomplishments in Zhenyuan realm. They had a strong breath, and seemed to maintain a wonderful formation during the journey.

All comers bear long swords, which are awe inspiring.

Zuo Wuyou looked solemn: "people from the local department of Mohism! They are usually responsible for small-scale wars. I didn't expect them to come this time."

What worries Zuo Wuyou more is that the people from the Prefecture are coming, and the commander of the prefecture doesn't know whether he has come. If that person also comes, it will be a big trouble this time.

That man is not as sneaky as Xueji. Although he is reckless, his strength is one of the top eight leaders of Mohism.

"Son of God, be careful. That's their Beidou sword array. Combined with the strength of seven people, it can play far beyond their own cultivation." Zuo Wuyou reminds me again.

When the words fell, the other party had already shot, and the formation was continuous. The seven people worked together to gather one person. The first person shook his long sword, and a huge sword fell on Yang Kai, instantly splitting Yang Kai in half.

Zuo Wuyou is warm-blooded and suddenly cold.