All the seals around him disappeared, and Liu Wuxie forcibly carved a seal comparable to that of the Immortal Emperor, which caused a huge backlash and sent waves of soreness all over his body.
Relying on the practice of Dark Soul Underworld Sutra, if it were before, the soul sea would have exploded just now.
In just one thousandth of an instant, the sword spirit disappeared.
He stretched out his hand and the blood-drinking knife returned to his palm.
"Walk!"
Liu Wuxie turned around and fled away. Because the laws of space here were strong, even if he used the Nine Transformations of Divine Movement, his speed would only be faster than running.
"Boy, stop here."
They were the ones who discovered the sword spirit first, but Liu Wuxie took advantage of him. Everyone was extremely angry.
Several of them had extremely high cultivation levels, reaching the advanced Golden Immortal Realm. Their speed was faster than Liu Wuxie's, and they quickly closed the distance.
With Liu Wuxie's current combat power, it would be difficult to deal with the high-level Golden Fairy Realm unless he sacrificed his black pieces.
The opponent has a large number of people, as many as 50 or 60 people, and there are more than 30 people in the high-level Golden Fairyland. It is difficult for Heizi to win by himself.
Once you find a deserted place, refine the sword spirit first and improve the quality of the blood-drinking knife.
If you chase after me, it will not be easy for them to catch up with Liu Wuxie.
In this way, a tug-of-war began. They had been chasing for an hour, but they still refused to give up.
Maybe he was tired from scolding, but he heard heavy breathing from behind.
The horizon changed little by little, and a series of buildings appeared in front of it. A strange big city appeared in front of Liu Wuxie.
As he had guessed before, when the Temple of War was complete, there were a large number of human beings living in it. Some were descendants of the Holy Heart of the Wind, and some were his devotees. They prayed in the Temple of War every day, decomposing the endless power of faith and sending it to the wind.
Sacred Heart.
Liu Wuxie rushed towards the big city without any hesitation.
As long as he enters the big city, he will be safe.
The pursuers behind him are getting closer and closer.
"It's really a ghost. How could his immortal energy last so long in such a small Yuanxian Realm?"
The low-level golden immortals behind him gradually fell behind, and their immortal energy was actually not as good as Liu Wuxie's.
On the contrary, there was nothing strange on Liu Wuxie's face.
There was no day or night, and Liu Wuxie didn't know how long he had been here before he plunged into the dilapidated city.
The city is very big, very big, and most of the buildings inside are still well preserved.
And the buildings here are generally relatively low.
After Liu Wuxie came in, he swerved and got into some narrow passages, quickly throwing away the pursuers behind him.
Waves of curses sounded in the street.
"Boy, you can't run away, don't let us catch you."
Their spiritual consciousness seemed to be blocked after entering the big city, making it difficult for them to penetrate far away.
Including Liu Wuxie's spiritual consciousness, this big city is very strange, as if there is a mysterious force shrouding it.
With no time to care about anything else, Liu Wuxie escaped from their pursuit, got into a building, and immediately took out the formation flag to guard the surrounding area.


Chapter completed!