"Well, you can release Xuanwu Huang Guangjue to protect him when necessary, but if you really fight, you can't let him go, otherwise my identity will be exposed. The Red Dragon Flowing Golden Blade. It seems that it is still a bit difficult for me to drive it now. Why don't you prepare a palm thunder first!"

Zhu Lingwu hid in a small forest about two hundred miles away from the pass, and was thinking to himself.

"Old ghost, you're too careful! What are you thinking? Are you thinking..."

The little white fox was a little confused about Zhu Lingwu's thoughts. Since Zhu Lingwu felt that the demon monks in the military camp might have discovered them, he hid here and started various preparations.

Suddenly, the little white fox seemed to guess Zhu Lingwu's thoughts. Did Zhu Lingwu actually want to use his soul to attract the demonic cultivator and attack the demonic cultivator?

"Be careful not to be serious. If you are not careful, you will be hung on the wall of Wubao! I didn't think about anything, I just gave myself the power to protect myself!"

Zhu Lingwu showed a smile on the corner of his mouth. He just thought about it. In fact, he had many ways to protect himself. Perhaps he could really attack those demon cultivators.

Since the two demon cultivators were placed in such a small military camp, they would not be too advanced demon cultivators, although their strength may be above Zhu Lingwu.

But they may not have as many magic weapons and magic weapons as Zhu Lingwu, especially Zhu Lingwu's ability to control current.

Zhu Lingwu could solve the problem of Meng Yaoshi before he could refine his qi. Now Zhu Lingwu is naturally stronger than he was at that time. If he had the intention to make up for his own mind, he might have destroyed one of them.

If this is the case, maybe we can know a little about the plan of the Demonic Sect to make these things in Chong'an Kingdom.

However, Zhu Lingwu just changed his mind for a moment and made a plan. In his heart, Zhu Lingwu still didn't want any twists and turns here.

Hudden in this small woods about three or four miles away from the pass barracks, Zhu Lingwu prepared for a short while before he went south along the river.

After Zhu Lingwu left the Zhu territory, he prepared to go south to the Great Jin Dynasty.

Now, in the entire Xuanyuan, only the territory of the Great Jin Dynasty is still the territory of the Immortal Cultivation Sect. When Zhu Lingwu arrives there, he doesn’t have to worry about being attacked by the demon cultivators.

Of course, what is more important is that Zhu Lingwu remembers that the Chunyang Sect where the Five Qi Guiyuan Heart Skills originated was also in the territory of the Great Jin Dynasty. Now Zhu Lingwu hopes to join the Chunyang Sect.

In this way, if he can successfully build the foundation in the future, his skills after building the foundation will be obtained from the Chunyang Sect.

This is just Zhu Lingwu's plan. After all, no one can say good about the future, and Chunyang Sect may not accept Zhu Lingwu.

After walking south for about an hour, Zhu Lingwu arrived by the river. You could vaguely see a wild forest on the other side of the river, which was a good place to cross the river.

After crossing the river, you can hide in the forest and walk directly. After leaving the Zhu family territory, the terrain becomes more complicated.

In addition to the official road, there are mountains and woods. You have to go to the county town hundreds of miles away before you can see the crowd again.

So as long as he leaves the Zhu family territory, Zhu Lingwu will never have to leave so carefully. It is not impossible to pretend to be a demon cultivator as he planned.

But along the way, Zhu Lingwu always felt a little strange in his heart, as if he was being targeted by something.

I turned around and looked around for a while. The river bank seemed very empty. In December, nothing was planted in the farmland around me. Most of the farmland was piled with burned ashes to feed the land.

The fields looked charred, and at least half a month ago, it was still a peaceful land of fish and rice.

But he didn't see anything strange, and Zhu Lingwu couldn't help but wonder if he was nervous.

Then Zhu Lingwu jumped into the river, and as the light of his body flashed, it almost caused any fluctuations in the river, and then it had already sunk to the bottom of the river.

For Zhu Lingwu, a river channel of more than ten meters swam over in just a few breaths.

Not long after, Zhu Lingwu had already climbed to the woods on the other side.

At this moment, Zhu Lingwu felt a little relaxed, and then more than ten souls flew out of his right sleeve and spread around him.

After these sub-souls were refined into impermanent ghosts using the techniques of Xuanming Sect, they could not be hidden in Zhu Lingwu's soul hiding, so Zhu Lingwu also put them into the ghost refining pot.

In this way, they can also use the special effects of ghost refining pots to cultivate their ghost bodies.

Nowadays, although they are not very combat-effective, they are Zhu Lingwu's favorite reconnaissance eyeliner. Wherever they float, they can expand Zhu Lingwu's perspective.

This method was already very skilled when Zhu Lingwu was a lich in his previous life, but at that time his souls still needed to replenish his souls from time to time.

Now these sub-souls that have turned into impermanent ghosts can be freely scattered in a range of several miles around them. Just like ordinary wandering souls, they will not arouse too much suspicion from others.

This is somewhat like the probe "Tinker Bell" of the gods in the interstellar game.

After finishing all this, Zhu Lingwu's face suddenly changed, and then he turned to look at the woods in front of him.

"Haha, I finally discovered me! Casting a mouse means taking action when the mouse thinks it is safe, which is the most interesting thing!"

A lazy laugh came out from the forest, and then a figure slowly flew out of the woods.

At first, his body seemed to be covered with a layer of water vapor and mist. This image almost scared Zhu Lingwu to his feet weak, thinking that Qianyunshou was coming.

But when he saw it later, Zhu Lingwu's heart calmed down.

Then Zhu Lingwu looked down at the little white fox in the front pocket of the vagina, twitched slightly, and then looked up at the person coming out of the forest again.

"You! Who are you? Why are you here!"

At the moment of raising his head, Zhu Lingwu's face suddenly turned pale, and a look of panic appeared in his eyes.

In fact, Zhu Lingwu had already recognized that the demonic cultivator who came out of the forest was the one who noticed Zhu Lingwu's soul released in that pass barracks.

"I just smelled a little. It seems that I have good luck and I really blocked you here!"

This magic monk looked like he was about forty years old last year, wearing a black shirt, and now he was slowly floating in the air.

"This, why are you doing blocking me? I was ordered to come out!"

Zhu Lingwu said calmly, looking like he had made an excuse casually.

"Is that right? I wonder whose order you have been under? Why don't you pass through the pass we are guarding and cross the river here? Okay, let me guess, you should be the fish of Zhu's escape net!"

This demonic cultivator didn't believe Zhu Lingwu's words at all, and quickly revealed Zhu Lingwu's true identity.

Zhu Lingwu's face changed again, and the panic in his eyes became even more intense. He took a few steps back and almost fell into the river again.

"Just spare me! I just want to leave here. We have no grudges and no grudges. Why do you want to block my way?"

This words sounded like a young man who had never been outside, begging the demon monk in an ignorant way.

But such words, heard in the ears of a demon monk who had a cat-and-mouse mentality, stimulated his fun.

"Hmph, boy, listen, my name is Mu Feng, who is from the Baigui Sect. Now I am here specifically ordered to intercept you, the little fish of Zhu's family, who missed the net! You kid, you can make me make a contribution, and maybe you don't have to stay here, but you can go to your Wubao!"

The demonic monk who claimed to be Mu Feng looked up and down at Zhu Lingwu as if he was watching a valuable item.

"Hmph, don't think I'm easy to bully. At worst, I'll fight you to the death!"

Zhu Lingwu was shouting at the demon monk as if he was a little stolen. However, his slowly retreating figure seemed to reveal his true thoughts.

The demon cultivator seemed to have heard some joke again, looked up and down at Zhu Lingwu, and suddenly started to laugh again.

"You are defeated by the death! Hehehehe, I think you are only a small Qi Refiner at most of the third level of Qi refining. He actually told me that you are defeated by the death! To you, I am just a good move!"

As the demon monk said, he took out a small black banner from his black shirt and shook it at Zhu Lingwu from afar. The black banner suddenly rolled out of the thick ghost energy.

"If you are obedient, I will bring you back to Wubao in a hurry. Otherwise, I will show you how powerful this Hundred Ghost Banner is! Hehehe, you are actually playing ghosts in front of me, and you are really playing with big swords in front of me!"

Zhu Lingwu's eyes swept over the black banner in his hand, then a lightning flashed, and an arc of electricity had already reached the demonic monk in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Zhu Lingwu's expression suddenly changed, and the original trembling and panicked expression suddenly disappeared.

"Tsk tsk, Hundred Ghosts? No wonder I am really unlucky when I discovered my impermanent little ghost! But judging from your appearance, there seems to be nothing worthy of being proud of in front of me, and it's really a waste of my preparation!"

This magic monk who claimed to be Mu Feng had no time to react. In an instant, his whole body was covered with electric arcs, and his whole body shook in pain under the impact of the electric arc.

Zhu Lingwu's electric arc condensed with the current transformed by the thunder in his palm, and there are naturally special energy fluctuations inside. It has a natural restraint against such a magic monk.

At this moment, the demonic monk could not react any other way, and could only drive the innate demonic spiritual power in his body, trying hard to offset the impact of the arc on his body.

But he found that this arc had a strange smell. Even though he drove the magic power to drive it away, he felt like he was soaked in a candy that it could not be completely resolved.
Chapter completed!