Liang Yan and Wuxin pressed down the escape light at the same time, but said nothing.

In front of them, under a big tree ten feet away, a man in a bamboo hat sat cross-legged.

This man was tall and thin, wearing a shabby yellow cloth, with his back to the two of them. He had no breath at all, just like a woodcutter in the secular world, and he was inconspicuous at all.

"Is it him?"

"Yeah." Wu Xin nodded.

"This person has no aura at all, and yet he appears here again. I actually feel that I can't see through him." Liang Yan said with a solemn expression, speaking secretly.

"Maybe he is a master, but he may also be pretending. The two of us went deep alone, and maybe Wang Tianhe has noticed it." Wu Xin analyzed.

Liang Yan nodded, secretly made a secret spell, and blended the invisible sword into the void.

"Be careful of fraud!"

"Understood, let me test it first."

As Wu Xin spoke, she made a secret magic spell with her right hand. Purple demonic energy emerged behind her, transforming into a magic knife, and firmly locked the Qi machine of the man in the bamboo hat.

Just when she was about to take action, there was a sudden loud noise in the distance.

"Huh?"

Liang Yan and Wu Xin both showed a hint of surprise. They turned around and saw that the ground in the distance suddenly cracked open, and ninety-nine red rays of light rose into the sky, and soon connected into one in mid-air!

From a distance, it looks like an inverted alms bowl covering an area of ​​a hundred miles.

"That's it." Wu Xin was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized.

"It's where we were lurking just now." Liang Yan said in a deep voice.

"Could it be."

Before the two of them could talk too much, they saw a figure appearing outside Tianmu City. Wang Tianhe, Venerable Poison Dragon, Mo Wuqing and the sixteen ancestors of the Tribulation Beiming appeared at the same time, plus Tongxuan Zhen in the city.

Your Majesty, there are tens of thousands of monks in the Golden Core Realm.

"Where are the people?"

Wang Tianhe held a red orb in his hand, and his whole body was covered by the power of pure Yang, like a god of war.

Beside him was a skinny old man, with a vertical eye appearing on his forehead, emitting streams of light, and he was carefully searching every corner around him.

"Strange! I saw the enemy commander nearby just now, but why did he disappear in the blink of an eye?"

As the old man spoke, he pinched a spell in his hand, and blood started to flow from his forehead. However, when he saw the light shining out, the search area more than doubled!

"They seem to be going southeast!" the old man suddenly said.

"Chase!"

Wang Tianhe's eyes flashed with a ruthless look, and he said coldly: "The enemy's commander is alone, this is a God-given opportunity! I have the 'Qianyang Pearl' given by Commander Dan, and with the combined efforts of all my fellow Taoists, I forgive him for interfering." Wings can’t escape!”

After hearing this, Mo Wuqing, Venerable Poison Dragon and others did not hesitate. They each led their elite soldiers and generals to follow Wang Tianhe to pursue Liang Yan's location.

Rays of escaping light streaked across the sky like meteors. Although the Golden Core Realm monks could not fly in the Black Mountain Domain, they could still ride on Beiming's specially made cloud chariot. The army stretched for several miles, looking mighty and unstoppable!

At this moment, Liang Yan was standing under the green old locust tree.

He looked up and looked at the streaks of light passing above his head, with a strange expression on his face.

"They don't seem to have noticed us?" Wu Xin asked softly.

"Um."

Liang Yan nodded, gradually looking away and looking at the man in a bamboo hat sitting under the tree.

This person’s cultivation is unfathomable!

He just sat here, but he didn't see any spells being cast, and he didn't see any restrictions around him. The Beiming monks above his head didn't seem to notice this place, and they automatically ignored them.
Chapter completed!