Yang Xuan raised the speed to the extreme and returned to the small town where the holy mountain people and horses were stationed in a very short time.
But then, Yang Xuan''s face became cold.
Because he saw that all the people in the town were from the northwest Wudao alliance, and none of the people in the holy mountain.
After expanding the coverage of shennian, he still didn''t find the people and horses of the holy mountain, but unexpectedly, he saw that the four cities were full of people from many martial arts sects in the northwest.
Needless to say, these are affiliated to the Wudao alliance.
Even, Yang Xuan saw a large number of martial artists wearing Tianchi Yimai costumes.
After hiding his figure and quietly falling into the courtyard where the four guards were stationed, Yang Xuan saw an insignificant dark pattern in the corner of the wall.
That''s the unique method of communication on the holy mountain.
"South! Five hundred miles." Yang xuanmo silently read the meaning of the dark pattern.
He got up again and flew directly south.
In a valley five hundred miles away from the town, the wind in the tent frowned.
"Your Highness, nothing will happen?" Lei 19 said impatiently.
Twenty three fiercely stood up and said decisively, "no, it''s not a way to wait like this. We should take the initiative to find your highness."
Yu Jiu stayed in a corner of the tent all the time. He took a twenty-three-one look at Wen Yan, but he lowered his head and didn''t speak.
Twenty four said in a deep voice, "the son has advanced cultivation. Naturally, there will be no problem, but now he has to make up his mind about many things, but he can''t wait."
Feng nodded: "yes, for today''s plan, we''re afraid we''ll send someone to look for your highness."
Just then, a voice came in from the outside.
"No."
As soon as the words were new, a man suddenly appeared in the tent.
Everyone was stunned and then overjoyed.
"Your Highness!" Feng shisan took two quick steps to meet him.
The others greeted with joy.
After a burst of greetings, they took their seats. Yang Xuan scanned for a week, and his eyes finally fell on Feng 13.
"Tell me, what''s going on!" he asked.
Feng shisan first looked at others and said, "Your Highness, shortly after you left, a large number of martial arts reinforcements came from the Wudao alliance. Then someone came to the door in Tianchi to avenge Zhu Yuwen. We were defeated and had to evacuate."
In a few words, Feng 13 explained clearly the context of the matter, but a strange color appeared in Yang Xuan''s eyes.
"One pulse of Tianchi? Is it yunziyan who brought people here?"
Feng shisan shook his head and said, "no, it''s another elder of Tianchi, named Wei Zixian."
Yang Xuan looked at 23 and said clearly, "Your Highness, I''m afraid this person is the fourth level cultivation of the virtual God. We are not rivals."
"You retreat, they didn''t chase?" Yang Xuanqi said strangely.
"He seems to have some consideration and didn''t pursue, but..." Feng shisan hesitated and then said: "however, your statue was robbed."
With that, Feng 13 raised his left arm.
Yang Xuan looked at his left arm and narrowed his eyes.
There is a huge scar on Feng 13''s left arm.
For a long time, Yang Xuancai said slowly, "did Wei Zixian do it?"
Feng nodded at thirteen.
"Huh?" Yang Xuan smiled and didn''t say any more.
There was silence in the tent, and the needles could be heard.
No one spoke at this time. They were waiting for Yang Xuan''s decision.
"Let''s go back." after a long time, Yang Xuan suddenly said.
Feng shisan and others are stunned. Go back?
"Your Highness, what''s going on here..." Yu Jiu looked at Yang Xuan suspiciously.
"We don''t care here for the time being. Let the people of Wudao alliance have a headache." Yang Xuan said faintly: "let''s go back directly."
Feng nodded and interrupted, "it''s good to go back. The blood corpse ancestor doesn''t know where he is. If he wants to be bad for his highness, it''s extremely dangerous."
As soon as Feng 13 said this, all the people were silent.
The true God realm, also known as the true God, is the real God in this world. Even if the peak of the virtual God realm is just a grain of dust in front of the true God.
"In fact, I have seen the blood corpse ancestor." Yang Xuan''s words were amazing and earth shaking.
"What?" all the people were shocked.
"Your Highness, you......" Feng shisan even couldn''t care about the etiquette and asked urgently.
"Not long ago, I met with the blood corpse ancestor. Gu Zhen was defeated abroad."
be quiet!
There was a terrible silence in the tent.
Everyone was so dull that they almost suspected that they had auditory hallucinations.
After a long time, Lei Xixi murmured, "you... You mean, you fought with the blood corpse ancestor and ran away?"
Yang Xuan shook his head and sighed, "it''s not a fight, because he only shot once from beginning to end. I''m far from his opponent."
The crowd took a breath.
After a long time, twenty-three breathed out a long breath and said with a bitter smile: "I always thought your Highness''s cultivation was very high, but I didn''t expect it to be so high. It''s incredible that you can retreat under the true God."
The other people also had a deep expression, as if they felt extremely incredible that Yang Xuan could escape from the blood corpse ancestor.
Yang Xuan shook his head. He could understand the psychology of everyone.
To tell the truth, if he hadn''t detonated the magic weapon yin-yang chaos with ten times of swordsmanship and took the opportunity to escape into the forgotten place, it''s hard to say whether he could escape from the blood corpse ancestor.
"Come on, we''ll return to the holy mountain now." Yang Xuan sighed.
"Yes!" the crowd answered in unison.
There is a blood corpse. The sword of Chris hangs high on his head. How can people stay here? Naturally, there is no difference.
All the people were not muddleheaded. They immediately set up camp, pulled out the stronghold and hurried all night.
However, there were a large number of people and the goal was too big. At Yu Jiu''s proposal, Xie Cheng led the men and horses of the war hall and the four guards behind, while Yang Xuan and 23243 people went first and returned as fast as possible.
Yang Xuan naturally had no objection.
The blood corpse ancestor''s goal is him. Without him, others are safe.
People naturally understand this truth, but Feng shisan and others want to go with Yang Xuan. Later, Yang Xuan ordered them to stop it.
Although the port of holy mountain is far from here, they will not worry about this problem at the speed of the three of them.
The speed of the three reached the extreme, and the scenery under their feet turned into streamer, dragging out countless long virtual shadows.
Looking at the earth under his feet, Yang Xuan suddenly remembered the scene of the blood corpse ancestor tearing the void with his bare hands.
When this means is used, there has long been no difference between martial arts and truth. It is the direct application of rules.
In the cultivation of truth, there are similar spells that shrink the ground into inches, and even display them. The void displacement of the martial arts competitor is faster and faster, which is the exclusive spell of the cultivator.
But unfortunately, Yang Xuan only knew the name "shrink to inch". As for how to use it, he had no clue.
In the high-speed movement, Yang Xuan''s mind rotates rapidly, and hundreds of thoughts flow through his mind quickly.
Suddenly, his heart moved and looked to the right.
At this time, it was night and there was no moon, but several stars hung high, revealing faint starlight.
Under the reflection of that glimmer of starlight, several figures flew over at a very fast speed in the void on the right.