Seeing the eighty members of the Death Sect, all of them made a decision. The smile on the evil Wang Huan's face became even more strange. He didn't say much, but directly released the wings of the spirit. When the fat man saw this scene, he was slightly stunned. What did the evil Wang Huan want to do? Let's set off now?
The eighty members of the Death Sect just endured such a huge evil aura. Could it be that the evil Wang Huan could not let the members of the Death Sect rest for a while and set off? If they set off now, the members of the Death Sect can hold on? Just when the fat man was a little worried.
After the eighty members of the Death Sect saw the evil Wang Huan release the spiritual wings, they all released the ancient flame wings and spiritual wings. The evil Wang Huan laughed and said, "As the other Wang Huan in my body said, now we will start to eliminate the members of the Spirit Sect."
When the Evil Wang Huan said this, the eighty members of the Death Sect were confused. Another Wang Huan in his body? Are there two Wang Huan in this body? The other leader is Wang Huan who is familiar to the members of the Death Sect? If so, then what kind of person is the head of the Death Sect? Faced with the doubts of the members of the Death Sect, the evil Wang Huan ignored it. He said lightly, "Since you want to follow me, you must be able to keep up with my flight speed."
After saying this, the spiritual wings behind the evil Wang Huan waved and leaped towards the sky. Fatty and Da Zhuang released the wings of ancient flame without hesitation and followed Wang Huan in the direction where Wang Huan was. The eighty members of the Death Sect did not neglect at all.
Eighty members of the Death Sect followed the evil Wang Huan and flew towards the Lufeng City occupied by the Death Sect. An hour later, many members of the Death Sect showed tired expressions on their faces, and their speed could not keep up with the evil Wang Huan's flying speed.
Although the evil Wang Huan did not fly at full speed, his flight speed was still quite fast. Fatty and Dazhuang saw that many members of the Death Sect slowed down. They wanted to say something to the evil Wang Huan ahead, but in the end they didn't say it.
Two hours later, many members of the Death Sect were gradually widening. What Fatty and Dazhuang did not expect was that at this time, the flight speed of the evil Wang Huan slowed down, and the members of the Death Sect also followed the speed of the evil Wang Huan one after another. Seeing this scene, the Fatty was filled with emotion, as if this evil Wang Huan was not as cold and heartless as imagined. After waiting for the eighty members of the Death Sect to follow, the evil Wang Huan suddenly stopped flying and turned to stare at the members of the Death Sect.
"If you can't even keep up with my flight speed, how can you follow me? From now on, I will not be waiting for you. If anyone can't keep up with my flight speed in the end, I will drive you away." The evil Wang Huan said disapprovingly.
Hearing the evil Wang Huan say this, three black lines appeared on the foreheads of Fatty and Dazhuang, and I don’t know what to say. If Wang Huan deliberately prevented the members of the Death Sect from following, no one of the eighty members of the Death Sect will keep up with Wang Huan’s flight speed. Even Fatty and Dazhuang are sure that if Wang Huan flew at full speed, even if they are the eighth-level Ancient Flame King, they may not be able to keep up with the speed of the evil Wang Huan. Isn’t this a forceful way for the evil Wang Huan to say this?
The fat man felt confused about what the evil Wang Huan thought. He couldn't figure out what the evil Wang Huan thought. The eighty members of the Death Sect heard the evil Wang Huan say this, their faces became gloomy and their fists clenched unknowingly.
It has been flying for two hours in a row, but from here it will take at least about twenty hours to reach Lufeng City. At the speed of the evil Wang Huan, the members of the Death Sect are very difficult to follow, and they don't think they can last for twenty hours.
However, the evil Wang Huan ignored them at all, waved his spiritual wings and flew forward. The eighty members of the Death Sect, when they saw the evil Wang Huan leaping forward, they could only grit their teeth, gritted their teeth, and continued to fly forward.
This time, the Evil Wang Huan flew very slowly, which was very slow for Fatty and Dazhuang, but for the fourth-level Ancient Flame War Kings of the Death Sect, the Evil Wang Huan flew quite fast. After more than an hour, the distance was obviously widened.
Many of the Death Gate's Potion Kings could no longer keep up with their speed, and they were completely exhausted. The Potion King's flying speed was already very slow. In addition, this rapid flight and continuous flight for a long time, even Rouxue felt a little tired.
Not to mention the other fourteen potion kings, Roubing and other ancient flame war kings present, seeing that the fifteen potion kings were gradually being pulled apart, Roubing gritted her teeth, flew to Rouxue, and said seriously, "Sister, you rest for a while, I will carry you!"
Other members of the Death Sect, Situ Li and Zhang Bao, and more than a dozen other Gu Yan War Kings, flashed their bodies and without saying a word, they directly carried the Death Sect's potion kings, and continued to fly forward with Wang Huan's flying speed.
Two hours later, after the fifteen potion kings recovered, they flew alone. At this time, some level 4 Ancient Flame War Kings were also in a state of fatigue. The other Ancient Flame War Kings of Death Sect took turns carrying their companions and kept following Wang Huan.
Fatty and Dazhuang, when they saw the eighty members of the Death Sect, they all carried each other on their backs to recover their fatigue. Their faces were full of emotion, but when they saw the evil Wang Huan, they felt helpless.
The cold and ruthlessness of the evil Wang Huan made Fatty and Dazhuang not know what to say. It lasted for fifteen hours. The eighty members of the Death Sect were already in a state of fatigue. Fatty and Dazhuang, both of them were sure that if the evil Wang Huan continued to fly forward, many members of the Death Sect would gradually fall behind. Even if the eighty members of the Death Sect were flying with each other on their backs, the fatigue was consumed far exceeding their recovery speed. Many members of the Death Sect looked pale and obviously could not support it.
What the evil Wang Huan did next surprised Fatty and Dazhuang. Unexpectedly, Wang Huan suddenly stopped and slowly landed in the forest. The eighty members of the Death Sect finally stopped when they saw the evil Wang Huan, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
Eighty members of the Death Sect also landed one after another. As soon as they arrived at the ground, all the members of the Death Sect fell to the ground at the same time, gasping for breath. At this time, their faces were pale and exhausted, and they didn't even want to touch their fingers.
The most tired person is the fifteen potion kings, but at this moment, the evil king Huan came to the fifteen potion kings, and looked at them with a smile, Rouxue and the other fourteen potion kings. When they saw the evil king Huan's smile, they felt their scalp numb. Although the eighty members of the Death Sect had not been in contact with the evil king Huan for a long time, they were almost certain that any evil king Huan's smile would do something that others could not understand. In other words, they would be unlucky.
The fifteen Death Sect's potion kings were now sure that this evil king Huan would definitely do something that they could not understand. Just as they thought so, the evil king Huan suddenly smiled and asked, "Are you very tired now?"
When the fifteen Death Sect's potion kings saw the evil Wang Huan ask this, they all nodded tiredly, and they didn't even have the strength to answer the evil Wang Huan. When the fifteen Death Sect's potion kings nodded, the evil smile on the evil Wang Huan's face became even stronger.
The fat man standing not far away saw the evil smile on the corner of the evil Wang Huan's mouth even stronger, and three black lines appeared on his forehead. The fat man remembered that when the evil Wang Huan beat him, he also smiled like this. What was the evil Wang Huan going to do next?
Just as everyone was puzzled, the evil Wang Huan turned his hand and the fifteen sets of third-grade magic potions appeared in front of the fifteen potions kings. The evil Wang Huan said lightly, "Help me extract these fifteen sets of third-grade magic potions."
As soon as these words were said, not only the fifteen potent kings of the Death Sect were stunned, but even the other ancient flame war kings of the Death Sect were completely stunned. Now the fifteen potent kings of the Death Sect are so exhausted. The head of the Death Sect is still at this time to ask them to extract potent? Is this possible? Just when all the members of the Death Sect thought that the fifteen potent kings of the Death Sect could not be refined, the evil Wang Huan said disapprovingly, "The potent king who successfully extracted the third-grade magic potent can continue to follow me. If you can't extract it, get out."
This is too mean! Although the fifteen elixir kings present in the Death Sect can extract the third-grade magical recovery potion, in such a tired state, they can extract the third-grade magical recovery potion? Refining the potion can consume a lot of mental power.
When the fifteen potion kings of the Death Sect heard Wang Huan say this, they all suddenly raised their heads and stared at the evil Wang Huan. When they saw that the expression on the evil Wang Huan's face was still serious and there was no intention of joking, the fifteen potion kings were stunned.
The head of the sect, this is not a joke, he is serious! Just as the fifteen Death Sect Potion King was stunned, the evil Wang Huan continued, "What? Are you fifteen planning to give up refining the third-grade magic potion directly?"
"If this is true, you can get out now. There is no need for trash to follow me." The evil Wang Huan said coldly in his tone. The fat man was secretly surprised. The conditions mentioned by the evil Wang Huan were too mean!
"I will refine it, but I will refine the third-grade magical potion. Even if I am tired, I can still extract it!" Rouxue suppressed the fatigue from her body, stood up, looked directly at the evil Wang Huan, and said without giving in.
The other fourteen potion kings of the Death Sect saw Rouxue standing up, and they all dragged their tired bodies forward and received a set of materials for the third-grade magical recovery potion. Since the head of the sect tried every possible way to get us away, we would never let him succeed. Even if he was tired, he would extract the third-grade magical recovery potion and wait for the familiar sect to return!
The fifteen potion kings of the Death Sect took out the potion cauldron and prepared to refine the third-grade magic potion according to the requirements of the evil Wang Huan.