Zhan Tu sent a message in a cold voice: "I'm looking for you to find a solution to the problem, not to escape..."

The old voice joked: "It's a pity... heroes often don't live long."

"Impossible, I will never give my body to you."

Zhan Tu flatly refused.

"It's just a high-grade spiritual root, who can think of it..."

The old ghost chuckled: "Here he comes!"

Before he finished speaking, a sharp light pierced the wall of the mine and came to the exhibition.

Zhan Tu reluctantly held up a splendid cloud handkerchief to block the attack of this spiritual weapon, but was forced to flee into another branch.

The two sides chased and escaped, going deeper and deeper underground, and getting further and further away from the several escape tunnels.

"Idiot... you are trying to kill me... If I hadn't almost lost my mind back then, why would you use the 'Same Fate Technique' on you? You are going to kill me now..."

The old ghost cursed angrily.

"Senior, if you have any secret skills, please use them to your heart's content...as long as they are not possessed!"

After being forced into a corner, Zhan Tu aroused his ferocity, took out a spiritual weapon and a long sword in his hand, and prepared to fight.

At this moment, several rays of fire flickered and caught up with the Yiling Valley foundation building in the mine.

"What?"

The leader, the middle-aged Zhuji, only listened to a few words, and his expression suddenly changed, even with a hint of fear, and he waved his hand without hesitation: "Let's go!"

Yiling Valley Foundation Builder left in a hurry. Half a day later, a confused Zhan Tu walked out of the mine, only to see a mess all over the ground. But for some unknown reason, the army of monks in Yiling Valley had already receded like the tide...

The morning light is faint.
Chapter completed!