Chapter 156 - An Unexpected Encounter
Chapter 156 Unexpected Encounter
"Forget it."
Lu Chang'an thought about it and didn't go to that hustle.
As long as the general direction is not wrong, it is irrelevant whether he goes or not as long as so many strong hands are deployed.
Lu Chang'an had an intuition that although the Yellow Dragon's lineage was weak, they were better at planning.
Fu Xuemei's evacuation route, or the location of the pills, may not follow the common sense.
Wu Qi Mountain is located in the south direction of the west side of Huanglong Immortal City.
The surrounding area of Yellow Dragon Immortal City is chaotic and crowded, Lu Changan didn't return with a straight face.
Through the "Hundred Illusion Mask", he used the identity of a mediocre Foundation Establishment youth to make a slight detour in the northwest direction. The south is toward Prairie Immortal City, which is a place of wrongdoing, so he definitely can't go in that direction.
The east side was the opposite direction, close to the Mo Clan's territory.
Not too slow, flying out nearly a thousand miles.
Lu Chang'an sensed the fluctuation of the nearby fighting techniques again.
"It's so far away and there's still killing for treasure."
Lu Chang'an sighed lightly, not surprised by the chaos along the way.
He had adjusted his cultivation to the late stage of Foundation Establishment, which saved him some trouble.
"Quickly inform the real person! We've found the remnants of the Yellow Dragon Mountain's direct lineage!"
Two miles away, three Foundation Establishment cultivators were chasing after two injured Foundation Establishment cultivators.
The leader, a late stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, looked excited and crushed a signal talisman.
"Yellow Dragon Mountain direct line?"
Lu Chang'an's heart stirred.
After the Yellow Dragon Mountain Formation broke down, the situation was chaotic, and the Yellow Dragon Mountain direct lineage that escaped was few and far between.
The key figures were staked out, and even if there were fish in the net, most of them were minor characters.
Later on, the real person of Li Huo Gong intervened, and the middle-level cultivators of the two sides also stopped fighting.
The "lucky ones" who escaped from the Yellow Dragon Immortal City faced a life-and-death pursuit, but instead took the wrong path.
"This fellow Daoist! I am the personal disciple of the Yellow Dragon Master, can I come to your rescue?"
Among the pursued, a simple middle-aged man wearing a square scarf sensed a late stage Foundation Establishment mana aura nearby and hurriedly called for help.
This person's face was pale, and his vitality was greatly injured, and he was actually at the peak of the late stage of Foundation Establishment cultivation.
Although he was in a poor state, he could have escaped on his own if he hadn't been carrying an injured person in the early stage of Foundation Establishment.
That early stage Foundation Establishment was a young man in a cotton jacket, his arm was broken, and he was injured rather severely.
Lu Chang'an lightly swept a glance and flew on his own, with no intention of helping.
"Count on you to be sensible."
The blue-robed middle-aged man at the head of the three pursuers at the late stage of Foundation Establishment withdrew his wary gaze.
"Boss Gong, that kid seems to be Fu Xuemei's younger brother, Fu Dong!"
A middle stage Foundation Establishment henchman, exclaimed.
"Fu Dong? This is a key person! The True Lord has explained that this person must be captured alive."
The blue-robed middle-aged man in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, his face was delighted, and the extremely high-grade magic weapon he was controlling, his attack was tightened for a few minutes.
"Fu Dong?"
Lu Chang'an flew out some distance, not moving.
Suddenly, his mind flinched as he sensed a powerful spiritual pressure descending on the area of the fight behind him.
Swish!
A white silhouette emerged from the nearby mountains, his fingers drew in vain, and several invisible sword shadows tore through the air, blurring and flickering past the three Foundation Establishment Cultivators.
Poof! Poof!
Two middle stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, each with a hole in their chest.
"A False Dan Realist, surprisingly attacking!"
The blue-robed middle-aged man in the late Foundation Establishment stage reacted even faster, and the extremely high-grade defensive magic weapon was blocked in front of his body, but it was actually torn open by the invisible sword shadow, with a crack.
The residual sword shadow breath, cut through his magic robe, leaving a blood stain.
That white figure, is a white brocade coverall, about thirty or forty years of age of the beautiful woman, the crow's feet at the corners of the eyes, can not cover up its once absolutely beautiful style.
"Auntie Aya!"
Cheng senior brother surprised voice.
"Manservant Bai Aya! The daoist couple of Huanglong Manservant who broke up a hundred years ago!"
The blue-robed middle-aged man in the late stage of Foundation Establishment recognized the origin of the white-cloaked woman and retreated abruptly.
White Aya's eyes flashed with coldness, and a translucent sword-type magic treasure appeared in the palm of her hand.
The woman's eyes were filled with coldness, and a translucent sword appeared in her hand.
Behind the blue-robed middle-aged man, the sound of breaking air came, surging a false Dan level of spiritual pressure.
"Bold Yellow Dragon Remnant!"
The person who came was a middle-aged real person with a strong figure, wheat-colored skin, and broad vestments.
"Surprisingly, it's him?"
Lu Chang'an's figure was hidden in a mountain pass three miles away, looking towards the sturdy middle-aged real person who chased him over.
The one who came was the False Pill Real Person who had once bestowed him with the Spirit Stone Lottery, Xiang Jinglong.
"I'll stop him, you guys go first."
Real Person Bai Aya frowned slightly and transmitted a few words of explanation to Senior Brother Cheng and Fu Dong. "Aunt Aya, be careful."
Master Cheng and Fu Dong, flew in the direction of the more remote Black Mist Mountain Range.
Behind them, the two False Dans, Bai Aya Makoto and Xiang Jinglong, thunderously exchanged blows, and the surrounding hills were pockmarked with potholes.
Bai Aya Zhenren's translucent sword-type magic treasure is uncertain and deftly weaves in and out.
Xiang Jinglong controls a heavy giant axe magic treasure, using force to overwhelm others, combined with body refining techniques, aggressively.
"Haha! Everyone else goes to the south to intercept, a certain family is going the opposite way, I didn't expect to catch a big fish."
Xiang Jing Long laughed out loud.
Previously, he had found hidden tunnels outside the Yellow Dragon Immortal City, and after investigating, he found that they were interrupted in the inner city and seemed to have been misled.
Xiang Jinglong didn't give up and investigated more, analyzing that tunnel was just an alternate branch.
Xiang Jinglong did not give up and analyzed that the tunnel was just an alternate branch. He later found another similar branch and still found nothing.
Xiang Jinglong repeatedly mapped out the geography of Huanglong Immortal City, including the underground environment, and analyzed the possible existence of a real secret tunnel exit.
In the end, he relied on his experience and intuition to pinpoint the northwest direction of Yellow Dragon Immortal City.
Without a doubt, this is counterintuitive.
However, Xiang Jinglong didn't want to follow the crowd and trusted his intuition, leading his men to search the surrounding area.
"You go after those two, keep an eye on Fu Dong if you are not ten percent sure!"
Xiang Jinglong transmitted his voice to the blue-robed middle-aged man in the late Foundation Establishment stage.
"Xiang Jinglong don't worry. Fu Dong is seriously injured and will find it hard to escape."
The blue-robed middle-aged man was confident.
He stepped on the recluse and quickly chased after Senior Brother Cheng and Fu Dong.
The blue-robed middle-aged man had just left.
In the direction of the Yellow Dragon Immortal City, another reclining light flew in, emitting a thick False Pill aura.
It was a bald man in a purple shirt, with many colors on his body, and his breath was a bit disorganized.
"Fellow Daoist He, you've come at the right time."
Xiang Jinglong said with great joy.
After the truce at Yellow Dragon Mountain, the tunnel at Fu Xuemei's cave collapsed during the fight and was halfway destroyed by Master Cheng.
He Yuanwu investigated and searched for a long time, found a piece of the northwest of Huanglong Xiancheng, and then saw this side of the signal, hastily rushed to.
"Aya...... Aunt Aya?"
He Yuanwu saw that white hooded beautiful woman, stunned for a moment, expression slightly unnatural.
......
Senior Cheng and Fu Dong are both injured, especially Fu Dong, who has a lower cultivation level, dragging down the speed.
The two were quickly caught up by the blue-robed middle-aged man.
The blue-robed middle-aged man was worried about the late Foundation stage Cheng's counter-attack, or had some kind of killer weapon, and didn't dare to push too fast, so he slowly bit and wore them out at the back.
Cheng and Fu Dong were tired and could only fight and retreat.
"Fu Dong."
Until nightfall, Cheng, who wore a square scarf, spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Your speed is too slow, two people running together, can not get rid of the pursuit. When we enter the Black Mist Mountain Range, our vision senses will be blocked, I will stop that person, and you will use the opportunity to escape."
"Brother Cheng, why don't you let me......" Fu Dong couldn't bear it.
"I still have the means to save my life, alone with that person Zhou Xuan, even have the possibility to kill. You are beside me, affecting my strength to play."
Cheng senior brother said with a stern face.
Fu Dong lowered his head in shame.
"By the way, this item you bring to your body and pass it to your sister when you have the chance."
Cheng senior brother one hand into the armpit inside the clothes, rubbing hard.
Taking out an ultra-thin skin pouch.
This is a special kind of miniature storage bag, with a storage space of no more than a dipper of water.
Fu Dong received the skin pouch and was pushed towards the Black Mist Mountain Range by Cheng's hand.
Whoosh!
Master Cheng himself turned around and killed the blue-robed middle-aged man.
Hearing the sounds of a fierce battle behind him, Fu Dong waved his tears and moved forward, his figure stealing into the mist-shrouded mountain range.
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The night in the middle of a short power outage twice, was a bit stuck, writing even worse, can only be less word count...
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