If it was normal, he would definitely not leave and would have to kill them all, but it was different now. There was someone secretly there. He didn't know the other party's cultivation level. He was seriously injured. If he didn't leave and let the other party stop him,
Then his life would be in danger.
At this moment, a huge slap came from above his head without any warning.
"Bang." The man in the blood-robed mask was nailed into the ground as if it were a nail. The person who took action was not Yuwen Zhouyuan, but a half-step true emperor of the Demonic Wood Spirit Tribe.
If the people of the Demonic Wood Spirit Tribe don't take action, Yuwen Zhouyuan will take action, but the place where he takes action will not be here.
"Kill...leave all seven of them here." The Half-Step True Emperor who had just taken action said.
Seeing this situation, Yuwen Zhouyuan left the woods. Based on his understanding of the man in the blood-red robe and mask, of course the other party would not just appoint him like this. He would definitely run away. If he did not run away, he would be dead.
"Hand over the magic spirit stone and spare your life." The master of the Demonic Wood Spirit Tribe said. He was holding a long bow in his hand, and the arrow feathers made of unknown materials were pointed at the deep pit in the place.
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There was no movement in the deep pit, and Yuwen Zhouyuan knew that the other party was waiting for the opportunity.
At this time, suddenly, a blood-red figure burst out from the deep pit and fled quickly.
"Escape? Can you escape?" The half-step true emperor said coldly, and the arrow feathers in his hand were fired out at such an extreme speed that it was almost impossible to see clearly. Although it pierced the figure, that figure
As if he didn't notice it, he kept running forward.
Yes, everyone can understand that life is much more important than physical pain.
"I don't believe you can escape my grasp." The half-step true emperor said coldly, and he chased after him in a flash.
A faint smile appeared on Yuwen Zhouyuan's face.
As soon as the half-step true emperor chased out, another figure flew out from the deep pit on the ground, and then fled madly. A cold light appeared in Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes, and he followed. He had no time to care about the Scale Horn Clan.
In the battle with the masters of the Demonic Wood Spirit Tribe, what he wanted was the magical spirit stone and the life of the man in the blood-red robe and mask.
When the blood-red figure burst out of the pit just now, Yuwen Zhouyuan felt that it was fake, because the blood-red figure did not emit the unique emotional fluctuations of life.
Let me ask you, how can a person running away in a hurry not have any emotional fluctuations? This is of course impossible, unless it is fake.
Just as Yuwen Zhouyuan followed him for a breath, the half-step true emperor who was chasing the fake blood-red figure turned back and chased him. The other person was wearing a black master's costume, and his whole body was wrapped up, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
Changes, but what is certain is that the other party's face must be extremely ugly.
At this time, twelve half-step true emperors were fighting fiercely here, and the burst of light could be seen dozens of miles away.
"Boom." The light was bright, and there were four volumes of monstrous energy. Leng Xiangzu's body flew backwards. There was an arrow feather stuck in his body. He was seriously injured in a moment.
Leng Xiangzu climbed up from the ground. His robe was stained with a little red blood. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrow feathers inserted in his chest, and a burst of blood shot out.
When it came out, the blood flow continued.
Leng Xiangzu moved his chest a few times. The blood in the wound was still flowing, but it was much slower than before.
"Master of the Demonic Wood Spirit Clan? We, the Scale Horn Clan, have no enmity against you, why do you want to ambush us?" Leng Xiangzu looked at the master in front of him with a pale expression.
"No grievances? You said this very easily. Why didn't you say this when you and the masters of the Winged Tribe attacked our Demonic Wood Spirit Tribe's human realm?"
"That happened hundreds of years ago, why are you still holding on to it?" Leng Xiangzu said coldly.
"Hmph, the seeds of hatred have been sown, how can we forget? What's more, you people from the Scale Horn Clan are really bullying others, and you actually sent innate strong men to kill people who are under the innate realm in my stronghold of the Demonic Wood Spirit Tribe. It's really too much.
Shameless, let us settle this account carefully. From now on, if there is a conflict between you Scale Horn Clan and our Demonic Wood Spirit Clan masters, we will kill them all. Now you can go and die." This master's eyes were burning with hatred.
In the flames, five star-shaped hidden weapons appeared in his hand, which emitted a faint blue light. At a glance, it was clear that they were contaminated with poison.
The poisons used by the masters of the Demonic Wood Spirit Tribe are not ordinary poisons. Their poisons are poisons that have been painstakingly researched for countless generations and can kill the innately strong.
The hidden weapon in his hand swayed out, and the sharp scream stimulated every nerve of Leng Xiangzu.
"Pfft..." Although he tried his best to dodge, he was still stabbed in the arm by a hidden weapon because he was too seriously injured.
Leng Xiangzu's arms instantly turned black, and his handsome face was filled with black energy. His eyelids blinked a few times, and then he fell to the ground.
"Don't worry, you are not dead. At most, the teacher will make your life worse than death." The master said coldly, and then turned his attention to the monk who was at the peak of the True King.
"You should be the youngest son of the leader of the Scale Horn clan who is in charge here. I only need one arm of yours." After the master finished speaking, he disappeared. A white light flashed past, and the young master of the Scale Horn clan
His right arm was chopped off.
This master of the True King's face was extremely pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he still did not scream.
At this time, other members of the Scale Horn Tribe were also at a disadvantage and were suppressed and beaten. They were seriously injured and could not use much of their fighting power, and their hearts felt aggrieved and bitter.
Yuwen Zhouyuan hid in the void and followed closely behind the man in the blood-red robe and mask. Behind them, the True Emperor was chasing after them.
The Half-Step True Emperor was about three hundred feet away from the two of them.
At this time, the distance was still slowly shortening. At this time, the man in the blood-robed mask running forward suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. The blood covered his body. His speed suddenly increased three or four times. Yuwen Zhouyuan
Quickly use all your speed to catch up.
After about half a stick of incense, I finally got rid of the master.
The man in a blood-red robe and mask landed in a mountain forest. He sat under a tree and panted, with blood-red light flashing in his eyes.
The man in the blood-robed mask is thinking about why this plan failed. Who is the person who broke his formation? Is it the master of the Demonic Wood Spirit Tribe? It's very possible. They don't want me to kill the Scale Horn Tribe.
They were afraid that my strength would increase, so they sent someone to destroy the formation so that both of us would suffer. They were reaping the benefits. They were clever, they were really clever. They didn't expect that I would also be plotted by others.
At this time, the man in the blood-robed mask suddenly felt something was wrong. It was all the same feeling, but he didn't know what was wrong.
We can't stay here for long, the blood-robed masked person said, and then he stood up and prepared to leave.
Suddenly, a powerful force attacked him. This force was so fast that the man in the blood-robed mask had no time to dodge.
"Bang." The body of the man in the blood-robed mask flew backwards and fell to the ground. Blood spurted out of his mouth, and the blood contained fragments of internal organs.
"Why don't you take a rest? It really took me a lot of effort to catch up with you." Yuwen Zhouyuan said, looking at the black stone in his hand, he knew that this was the so-called magic spirit stone.
"You...how did you catch up?" The masked man looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan and asked, his eyes flashed red, and suddenly he seemed to have remembered something, as if a poisonous snake was staring at Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Yuan, "You were the one who broke my formation?"
"Indeed, fortunately I have studied formations more in my clan, otherwise I would have fallen into your hands this time. Let me see what kind of face you have hidden under this mask." Yuwen Zhouyuan
He said calmly, and a suction force came out from his hand, trying to take off the mask on the other person's face.
"Don't even think about it." The man in the blood red robe and mask turned around, and at the same time a curtain of blood appeared, blocking the suction in Yuwen Zhouyuan's hand.
At this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan turned his hand and slowly pushed it out. The suction force changed, and a surging energy burst out from his palm.
The masked man in a blood red robe was knocked away again by Yuwen Zhouyuan. His injuries were extremely serious, his internal organs were almost completely broken, and his energy and blood were exhausted.
"I am not that easy to die. Masters of the Demonic Wood Spirit Tribe, please wait for my crazy revenge!" The man in the blood-red robe mask said bitterly, spitting out three mouthfuls of blood in a row, and the three mouthfuls of blood were quietly suspended in the void.
Contains powerful blood.
"Blood Escape." The man in the blood-red robe and mask said two words, and suddenly disappeared. The speed reached the extreme, as if a rainbow light shone between the sky and the earth before disappearing.
Looking at the direction the opponent was leaving, Yuwen Zhouyuan showed a hint of disappointment and some regret. If he had known this, he would not have talked nonsense with him and killed him directly. However, seeing the man in the blood red robe and mask was seriously injured, he wanted to hit him.
, I didn’t expect that the other party would run away like that.
Fortunately, the man in the blood-robed mask was seriously injured and would not be able to recover for two to three months.
Through this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan learned a lesson: no matter what time, he should not be careless and must be absolutely calm.
Over at Falling Rain Peak, the battle was extremely fierce. The light was shining brightly and the energy was overwhelming. Several people from the Scale Horn Clan were completely in trouble. They were all seriously injured. However, they faced the attacks from the masters of the Demonic Wood Spirit Clan.
, they still persisted hard.
"Bang..." The body of a half-step True Emperor master from the Scale Horn tribe flew backwards, a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out, his face was as pale as paper, and he almost lost his fighting ability.
This man's defeat seemed to be the trigger. All the other four people were knocked to the ground. The seven members of the Scale Horn clan were in a state of embarrassment. They were all seriously injured and lost their fighting ability. In the process of fighting, injuries are inevitable.
Three people have become disabled, while the master of the Demonic Wood Spirit Tribe is intact.
This is also because everyone in the Scale Horn Clan was injured from the beginning, otherwise it would probably be a lose-lose situation for both sides.