Master Wu Tan immediately bowed, and cold sweat oozed out of his forehead, responding:

"The Black Owl's True Man killed two True Dan elders...has escaped from the sphere of influence of the Oasis. He is more vigilant in the late stage of the elixir cultivation, and is good at counter-tracking. We may not be able to catch up with the means of ours."

...

In the desert, a man wearing a yellow robe blended into the desert.

He looked alert, calmed his breath and flew towards the remote desert land.

"Hmph! You killed the monk in Poison Dragon Pond. Do you really think you can leave here for free?"

A cold voice came from Jiugangtian, accompanied by the spiritual pressure of the escape light of the True Lord of Yuanying.

"not good!"

The man in the hat slit up and took out a quasi-fourth-level escape talisman, and was about to escape.

"I'm targeted by Chen and still want to escape?"

The wind blew up on the clouds, and the rolling gray fog and miasma were like huge vortexes, surrounding a grand Nascent Soul monk.

The visitor was a gentle man carrying a medicine bag and wearing a gray and white collar. He was about forty or fifty years old, with a fair face and little blood color, and felt a sub-healthy pathological feeling.

If the entire sky was not dark and stained with poisonous miasma, this person would at first glance look like a learned doctor and pharmacist.

Shen Laoxie fell from Jiugangtian and used his magic secret technique to investigate and confirmed that there was only one person around, and the corners of his mouth were cold.

"Hey! It's actually a puppet? How can it have the breath of soul?"

When he carefully found the man in the hat, Shen Laoxie couldn't help but exclaim, revealing an unexpected look.

This aroused his interest. Although the Qianji Sect in the two sects had some kind of spiritual subjugation puppet technique, it was different from this situation.

Could it be some kind of forbidden technique that combines the soul of the monk and the puppet?

As the thought flashed, Shen Laoxie raised his hand and shot out a red and black poisonous light as thick as a pillar. Just the mist surrounding it could make the monk Jiedan tremble and dizzy.

There was a "bang".

The talisman light on the man in the hat was instantly destroyed, and he tried his best to dodge, but was still rubbed by the red and black poisonous light and fell from mid-air.

The body of the puppet was damaged and charred, and a large amount of black smoke emerged from the case.

It is hard to imagine how lethal it would be if a monk hit the flesh and blood.

At the moment the puppet fell.

A voice with a bad tone sounded out of thin air:

"Shen Laoxie! Dare to hurt my subordinates? I must give an explanation today!"

On the sand dune hundreds of feet away, a middle-aged man stood in black clothes with his hands behind his back, most of his body shrouded in a black cloak.

Shen Laoxie's pupils constricted and his heart was shocked.

He carefully investigated while tracking.

There is obviously no third party around, so why could a person suddenly appear nearby?

What this means is self-evident.

This is impossible to do in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, at least it can only be done in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul who is good at concealing techniques.

The Fengyuan Kingdom is located around the edge of Daqing, with poor spiritual energy in the world, and it is almost impossible for the middle stage of the Nascent Soul to be born in the local area.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Shen Laoxie's face was calm, as if he was facing a great enemy. The Nascent Soul magic power in his body surged, and a translucent deep poison barrier condensed around his body, turning into a powerful shield.

The middle-aged man in Xuanyi in his vision is like a mysterious and empty hole, and he is like an ordinary person under his spiritual sense.

"The rudder of the East Region Branch of the 'Qinglong Club'."

While the middle-aged man in Xuanyi was speaking, he sacrificed a magic weapon of the sea flag, rippling with the deep ray of water.

"The Qinglong Club... the branch leader?"

Shen Laoxie's back felt cold and he was frightened. Could he have provoked a mysterious and terrible force?

"No! Early stage of Nascent Soul?"

It was not until the other party used his magic power to sacrifice magic weapons that Shen Laoxie sensed the true cultivation level of Xuanyi's middle-aged man.

Moreover, before reaching the peak of the early stage of the Nascent Soul, his cultivation power is actually not as good as him.

Shen Laoxie breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but feel angry, feeling that he was being tricked.

They are all in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, so what kind of big-tailed wolf is pretending to be?

...

In this short gap, the Qinglong Helmmaster activated the magic weapon and took the lead in attacking.

The blue sea flag surged ten feet in the storm. A vivid turtle pattern appeared in the deep water light on the surface.

Hoop!

The huge waves, accompanied by the surging storm, formed a small ocean, devouring the desert area within the horizon.

"The vast ocean of sand is filled with sand? There is a hint of weakness!"

This large-scale tsunami magic power has poor single-body killing, so Shen Laoxie did not feel threatened. The water-based magic weapon cannot take advantage of the situation in the desert, so it only increases consumption.

He waved his hand and sacrificed a poison banner lingering with miasma. It was his natal magic weapon [Ten Thousand Poison Banner].

call!

The poison banner swung, and a large amount of miasma poisonous fog swallowed up for several miles, covering the ocean triggered by the sea flag magic weapon without any disadvantage.

The miasma poisonous fog of the [Wan Poison Banner] transforms bones and melts gold. Once it seeps into the vast ocean waves, it affects the latter's magical powers, such as the water escape method.

Therefore, if the cultivation level is equal, if Shen Laoxie's magic weapon and magical powers will still have an advantage if he fights for a long time.

"When the old monster Wan was rushing back to the Foreign Sect Alliance, he would deal with it a situation of two against one."

Thinking of this, Shen Laoxie felt great peace.

Lu Chang'an, who controls the magic weapon of the sea flag, looks around the area covered by the toxic fog of miasma and tsunami oceans, and isolates the outside world's sight.

"Not bad!"

He nodded secretly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

With the help of the [Black Wind Cloak], Lu Changan had just chosen to attack.

However, the Nascent Soul monk has a strong sense, and the instant magic fluctuation of his attack will be perceived by the other party. Even if he takes the lead, he will most likely be able to seriously injure the target at the first time.

In that case, Shen Laoxie will definitely escape with all his strength and evolve into a "chasing battle".

Once the chase battle is fought, Lu Chang'an's identity and various means will be exposed and will be seen by more eyeliners around him.

In addition, there is also the factor of the Nascent Soul's out-of-body out of body.

The positional war is different. Lu Chang'an used the sea flag to trigger a tsunami in the ocean to cover up his eyes and Shen Laoxie's [Ten Thousand Poison Banner] added another barrier.

"Your Excellency is the help invited by the Heavenly Master? Why doesn't that old dog dare to come here in person?"

Shen Laoxie's eyes flashed and he tentatively said.

Fengyuan Kingdom is remote and barren, and there are only a few Nascent Soul monks. He thought he had not offended other fellow practitioners over the years.

"The leader of the Qinglong Club, I will kill you today, and there is no need for a second person!"

Lu Changan spoke proudly, patted the storage bag lightly, and a ball of five-colored glow flew out.

The cold and cold sound of birds in the sky sounded over the two of them.

A five-color peacock spreading its wings seven or eight feet long is gorgeous and noble, wandering in the sky. The five-color light rays flow as it swings, dispelling the surrounding miasma and poisonous fog.

"Five-colored peacock!"

"No! Is it a fourth-level bird puppet?"

Shen Laoxie's expression changed one after another, and he immediately slapped the spiritual pet bracelet.

call!

The miserable green poisonous fog exploded, accompanied by the powerful pressure of the five-color peacock, a dark green poisonous dragon worth more than ten feet rose into the air, hovering around Shen Laoxie, guarding against the fourth-level peacock puppet in the sky.

"The fourth-level poisonous dragon produced by the secret poison refining technique, no wonder it dares to confront me."

Lu Changan laughed and his face became more and more refreshing.

The dark green poisonous dragon, a war machine like the fourth-level beast king in the Beast King Valley, was cultivated by reducing life span and overdrawing its life potential, and had a high mortality rate.

It is precisely with such powerful help that Shen Laoxie doesn’t need to panic even if he encounters two Nascent Souls, and he can easily protect himself. He can also deal with the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

squeak!

In the depths of the tsunami waves, a more powerful demonic power burst out, and huge rock thorns dozens of feet flew from the underground of the desert towards Shen Laoxie.

A fourth-level giant rat demon king surrounded the rock thorns like a giant pillar.

This forms a situation of upper and lower double-teamed peacocks in the sky.
To be continued...