Chapter 33： Chase

Leng Yuexiao knew the style of the dark night. There was no jade pendant on the corpse, which meant that the jade pendant was gone. It would never be possible to destroy the jade pendant by the dragon that transformed the god's strength.

And this person is probably Song Ning.

"Yu Pei didn't find it?" Leng Yuexiao asked.

Dark night bowed: "Please blame the small master."

"Don't worry, this jade pendant may be taken away by the person I want to save. After I break through to Yuanying, I can lock the position through the jade pendant and know where my jade pendant is." Leng Yuexiao said.

Looking up at Leng Yuexiao in the dark, he was surprised to find that this little master had smiled.

"Little Master, this body ..." asked Dark Night.

"Destroy." Leng Yuexiao ordered.

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To the east, in the woods thirty miles outside of Tianhe City.

Song Ninggang raised his feet and jumped out, the soil under his feet was blasted away by a spiritual force.

"On this boy's cultivation base, how could he kill Fang Yu?" The black Miao people played a spirit while chasing.

"You asked me who I asked? I thought it would not be too easy. Now it seems that killing him is like killing an ant." The Bai Miao people grinned.

Song Ning fled at full speed while evading. His cultivation practice was suppressed by the Red Maple Daoist with spiritual force. Now the Red Maple Daoist is dead. His internal acupoints are recovering, but he is not fully recovered. Fight, will definitely suffer.

In this way, the two people behind looked at Song Ning as if they were a weak monk in the Qi gathering period.

"Brother, don't play, hurry up to kill this kid. I heard that Tianhe City Leng Yuexiao is awesome, all the people in Tianhe City are dead, and later I will go back and pick up Leng Yuexiao's body. . "The Black Hmong licked his lips.

The eyes of the Bai Miao people were bright: "Do you want to ..."

"Hey, after making puppets, our two brothers will enjoy it first." Hei Miao people smiled.

The two talked and got excited, lifted their spiritual power, and their speed soared, and they reached a few feet behind Song Ning in the blink of an eye.

In fact, Song Ning's speed could have been increased, but Song Ning didn't speed up after hearing the conversation between the two, but deliberately let the two catch up.

Want to refine Leng Yuexiao's body into a puppet?

Song Ning clenched her fists.

"Boy, your head, grandpa, I will take it!" The black Miao people grinned and jumped behind Song Ning, flashing Hanmang with a scimitar, and chopped to Song Ning's neck.

But just when the scimitar was about to cut Song Ning's neck, Song Ning suddenly speeded up, and his speed was fast. In contrast, the Black Miao people seemed to be standing still.

Song Ning's footsteps were frequent, and he walked half a circle directly from the place to the back of the Hei Miao people. At the moment when the scimitar fell through, Song Ning grabbed the neck of the Hei Miao people.

Click!

Song Ning pressed hard, there was a sound of bone misalignment in the neck of the Hei Miao people, but the person did not die, but swung back to Song Ning with a knife.

Song Ning let go and let go, but it was still a moment later, and his hand was cut by a machete.

The Black Hmong touched his neck, his face painful: "Brother, kill him!"

Song Ning turned around and quickly fled towards the front.

The Bai Miao people came to the Black Miao people, looked at him, and then chased to Song Ning.

Song Ning saw that the Black Miao people did not come after, knowing that it must be caused by the injury just now. Although they had exhausted all their strength, they could not directly kill the other party. This is the gap between cultivation and practice. The two also have some understanding of their strength.

If it were before, Song Ning could choose to run away, but when he heard that the two men would go back and take Leng Yuexiao's body away, Song Ning must kill them.

"I can see how far you can run!" The voice of the Bai Miao people came like a poisonous snake behind Song Ning.

Song Ning felt a sharp pain on her wounds, and the blood that had flowed out became black. The Miao people were good at using poison. If their scimitar was not poisoned, Song Ning would feel strange.

This poison made Song Ning feel dark in front of her eyes, and she also had a constant pain flowing in the body as the blood flowed.

Behind them, the Bai Miao people are getting closer and closer. If they go on like this, they will surely be killed.

Having escaped time and time again, how can I die here?

Song Ning gritted his teeth tightly, and in a trance, he saw Taihe Mountain in front.

Taihe Mountain?

Although Song Ning has been on the mountain, he knows that there is a formation below the mountain. This formation is a small labyrinth. If you do n’t know, it is possible to stay trapped in it for ten days and a half months.

Now, the entrance to this formation is beside him.

Song Ningshen entered the formation, and tried his best to suppress the rapid pain in his body.

Seeing Song Ning, the Bai Miao people chose a trail and followed suit.

"I'm afraid you won't come in." Song Ning muttered secretly, who knew he had a mouthful of black blood.

He did not care about the color of the tangled blood, and quickly detoured.

"Detour with me? Ha ha, wasting strength!" Bai Miao sneered, speed increased a bit.

But when this person's voice just fell, Song Ning's figure suddenly flashed towards the left, and entered the path again.

"Huh." The Bai Miao people also flashed left, but he just flashed past, but found that there were three more forks in front of him. Fortunately, he saw Song Ning's figure and quickly caught up.

But after a while, he found that Song Ning was gone.

A quarter of an hour.

Two quarters of an hour.

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Soon, Han Zhuxiang's time passed, and Song Ning's eyes were black. After making sure that the Miao people had been thrown away, he leaned on a stone to rest.

The eyes are getting more and more blurred, and the body has not felt much pain because of numbness.

call.

Song Ning took a breath, stood up hard, and stumbled away from the exit.

After leaving the formation, Song Ning wanted to kill the Black Miao who had not caught up because of the injury. But he stumbled and walked a few steps, leaning against the tree and spitting black blood.

In Song Ning's mind, the ring that the soul gave him before leaving appeared, and he immediately opened the ring.

Elixir!

Song Ning quickly looked for it. He did not believe that Tianhe City had no antidote to cure poison, and the poison applied by the Miao people on the machete would certainly not be a strange poison.

Among the dozen jade bottles of jade medicine, Song Ning saw a jade bottle with the word "solution" written on it. He opened the stopper regardless of three, seventy-one and twenty-one. A few times, all swallowed.

belch.

Song Ning burped, leaned against the trunk of the tree and slid down before finally sitting under the tree.

At this time, the antidote also worked. Although Song Ning took a lot of antidote elixirs in one breath, in fact, these elixirs did not have any comparable drugs, so they were harmless to the body. Tianhe City and the Miao people were dead enemies. There are also antidote to the Miao people.

The antidote worked and Song Ning's aura recovered. Although the wound did not heal, it had little effect. He kicked his foot and ran towards where the black Miao people were.

"Even Sister Leng's doppelganger will not allow you to take it as a puppet." Song Ning's eyes flashed intent.

At this moment, Song Ning did not find out that the Bai Miao people had gasped out of the formation ...