"Although we have escaped the pursuit and are now in a safe situation, the hidden dangers left behind during the evacuation of the Zixia Mountains are not small at all."

Thinking of this, Liu Yu smiled bitterly.

In order not to attract the attention of Qanting Holy Land immediately, he only used his strength in body refining.

However, the method of body refining was already known to Dou Wuyou, the Holy Son of the Yuanshi Demon Sect, during the battle for the treasure in the "Ziwei Legacy Mansion".

Once the news spreads, and this person knows his information, he may immediately launch the forces of the Yuanshi Demon Sect to hunt him down.

There is even a high probability that Dou Wuyou will deliberately reveal some information to Daoyi Holy Land, such as the information he has about Ziyoulian.

By then, I am afraid that I will face the full pursuit of the two holy places!

In this case, it is useless to join any force. Even if you join the Zixia Mountains, which survived the disaster, you will not be able to obtain shelter.

Although the Central Territory is large, there is no place for it.

"I never expected that this disaster in the Zixia Mountains, by chance, would have such a great impact on me."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to stay here any longer."

During the flight, Liu Yu completed the disguise and still had a wry smile on her face.

Due to the emergency situation, he fled at such a high speed that he had no time to erase the aura he left behind and kill the monks he witnessed.

Although some traces are not conspicuous, Dou Wuyou may not think of himself based on the current characteristics.

But Liu Yu would naturally not take such chances.

After all, life is only once!

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

"Maybe it's time to take a look at what's on the other side of the ancient teleportation array."

After thousands of thoughts collided, Liu Yu regained her composure and decided to leave the Central Territory in the ancient teleportation array.

Although he thought that his concealment methods were good, thinking about the full-scale pursuit of the two holy places, he still felt numb and had no confidence that he would be foolproof.

As long as it exists, it will definitely leave traces.

With the energy of the Holy Land, once it is determined that it is you who is being pursued, even if there are only clues, it may not be difficult to find out.

After all, the current three holy places have been inherited for hundreds of thousands of years, and their influence has long been deeply rooted in the Central Territory, with its tentacles covering all walks of life.

Even if it is a small town in the mortal world, it is impossible to say that there are minions from the Holy Land!

Liu Yu wears the "Sword of Destruction" with him. Although with the status of this treasure, he is not afraid of spells such as divination and prophecy, but with the secret technique of breath tracking, the Sword of Destruction has no effect.

The Central Territory is the home ground of Qanting Holy Land. As long as he stays in the Central Territory, he really has no confidence that he can escape the pursuit.

With his current strength, Liu Yu is confident to challenge the top five in the "Real People List", but he will not be blindly arrogant.

After all, Jindan monks are just Jindan monks, and they are still too fragile when facing an existence like the Holy Land.

Ants!

"Be fast."

"It's best to rush to Dongzhou before Dou Wuyou receives the news and before the two holy places have reacted."

"I hope this person did not come to participate in this war."

Taking a deep breath, Liu Yu continued to escape into the distance.

In order to travel quickly without being disturbed, he only restrained his spiritual pressure slightly. His cultivation was still at the late stage of Jindan, and his escape speed was maintained at 3,500 miles per hour.

This speed is still faster than more than 90% of the Golden Core cultivators, but it is not too amazing and is just right for traveling.

…

On the other side, the battle in the Zixia Mountains has ended.

After the primordial light transmitted from the Gangfeng layer disappeared, the Qianting fleet surrounding the Zixia Mountains received the order and began to retreat in an orderly manner.

For a moment, all the casual cultivators looked happy, feeling a sense of survival after a disaster.

But then, looking at the devastated Zixia Mountains and the raging fires all around, their hearts became extremely heavy.

Although the attack by the Qanting coalition was short-lived, due to the huge gap in strength between the two sides, the confrontation lasted only about ten seconds, and the casualties on the casual cultivator side were already close to one-third.

The surrounding Lingshan Mountains were all destroyed.

All major casual cultivating organizations, including the most powerful Purple Turban Army, have been dealt a heavy blow.

Seeing that the Qanting coalition forces continued to retreat after retreating to a safe distance. It seemed that they really wanted to retreat, so the casual cultivators were vigilant and cleaned the battlefield.

Clean up the remnants of the spell, collect the corpses of comrades, and put out the raging fire.

Although the Qian Ting coalition forces have retreated, the trauma they caused to the Zixia Mountains and the scattered cultivators cannot be recovered in a short time.

The purple gas rising into the sky formed a pillar of light, protecting the towering fifth-level spiritual mountain Zixia Mountain. Even though the previous battle was extremely brutal, it had no impact on this spiritual mountain.

At this time, on the highest cliff of Zixia Mountain, a majestic-looking old man in gray robe appeared silently.

His clear black and white eyes silently looked at everything within the mountains.

The gray hood covered most of the man's face, making his face somewhat unreal.

Looking at everything in the mountains, it took an unknown amount of time before the old man in gray robe turned around.

He opened his right hand, and a silver ball of light emerged from his palm.

Staring at the ideal country in the ball of light, the old man in gray robe had a heavy expression and his eyes were moistened unconsciously.

"tick"

Two drops of tears fell from the corners of his eyes, falling straight down to the foot of the mountain, and soon turned into a lake full of spiritual energy.

The God of Nine Dragons understands that the "Utopia" can be built today, and countless comrades have sacrificed for it.
Chapter completed!