Cultivator In Martial God World

Yang Xuan took the speed to the extreme, and in a short time, he returned to the town where the Holy Mountain troops were stationed.

But, immediately, Yang Xuan's face became cold.

Because he saw that in the small town at this time, there were all people from the Northwest Martial Dao Alliance, and none of the people from Holy Mountain were seen.

After expanding the coverage of divine sense, he still hadn't found the people of Holy Mountain, but not surprisingly, he saw that the four cities were already full of people from the Martial Dao Sect faction in the northwest.

Needless to say, these all are affiliated with the Martial Dao Alliance.

Even Yang Xuan saw a large number of Martial Artists wearing Heavenly Pond Lineage costumes.

Invisible and quietly landed in the courtyard where the four guards were stationed before, Yang Xuan saw an unremarkable dark pattern in the corner of the wall at a glance.

That is the unique method of communication in Holy Mountain.

"South! Five hundred miles." Yang Xuan silently read the meaning of the dark lines.

Getting up again, he flew directly to the south.

In a valley five hundred miles away from that small town, Feng Shisan in the tent frowned.

"His Royal Highness will have nothing wrong, right?" Lei XIX said impatiently.

Twenty-three stood up fiercely and said decisively: "No, waiting like this is not a way, we have to take the initiative to find Your Highness."

Yu Jiu stayed in the tent. Hearing this looked at Twenty-Three, but lowered his head again without speaking.

Twenty-four said solemnly: "Holy Son cultivation base profound, of course there will be no problems, but now many things have to be decided by Holy Son, but I can’t wait any longer."

Feng Shisan nodded: "Yes, for the current plan, we are afraid that we will send someone to find your Highness."

At this moment, a voice came in from outside.

"No need."

The words fell off, and a person suddenly appeared in the tent.

Everyone was taken aback, and then overjoyed.

"Your Highness!" Feng Shisan walked two steps quickly and greeted him.

Others are also very happy to come over.

After a while, everyone took their seats, Yang Xuan scanned for a week, and finally fell on Feng Shisan.

"Tell me, what's going on!" he asked.

Feng Shisan first glanced at other people, and then said: "His Royal Highness, shortly after you left, a large number of Martial Artists from the Martial Dao Alliance joined in, and then someone from Heavenly Pond Lineage came to the door. To avenge Zhu Yuwen, I can’t wait, so I can only retreat."

With a few words and a few words, he explained clearly the ins and outs of the matter, but Yang Xuan's eyes were strange.

"Heavenly Pond Lineage? Did Yun Ziyan bring people here?"

Feng Shisan shook his head and said, "No, it's another Elder from Tianchi, named Wei Zixian. "

Yang Xuan looked at Twenty-three, Twenty-three clearly said: "His Royal Highness, this person is afraid that this person is the cultivation base of the virtual god's fourth rank. We are not rivals."

"You retreat, they didn't chase?" Yang Xuan asked strangely.

"He seemed to have something to consider and didn't pursue it, but..." Feng Shisan hesitated for a while before continuing: "However, your statue was robbed."

Speaking, Feng Shisan raised his left arm.

Yang Xuan looked at his left arm, his eyes narrowed for cultivation.

There is a huge scar on Feng Shisan’s left arm.

For a long time, Yang Xuan slowly said: "Wei Zixian did it?"

Wind thirteen is nodded.

"Huh?" Yang Xuan smiled and said nothing.

The tent fell into silence, and the needle fell.

No one is talking at this time, they are waiting for Yang Xuan's decision.

"Let's go back." After a while, Yang Xuan suddenly said.

Wind thirteen and the others are all taken aback, go back?

"His Royal Highness, what's going on here...?" Yu Jiu looked at Yang Xuan suspiciously.

"We don't care here for the time being, let the people of the Martial Dao alliance get the headache." Yang Xuan indifferently said: "Let's go directly back."

Wind thirteen nodded, interrupted. "It's okay to go back, the blood corpse Old Ancestor doesn't know where it is. If he wants to be unfavorable to His Highness, it is extremely dangerous."

When Feng Thirteen said this, everyone was silent.

True God Realm, also called True God, is the true god of this world, even Void God Realm Peak, in front of True God, is just a dust.

"Actually, I have already seen the blood corpse Old Ancestor." Yang Xuan said astonishingly, earth shattering.

"What?" Everyone turned pale in fright.

"His Royal Highness, you..." Feng Shisan asked urgently without even being polite.

"Not long ago, I met with the blood corpse Old Ancestor outside Ancient Peak Country. They were lost and lost."

Quiet!

The tent fell into a terrifying silence.

Everyone was dull, almost suspecting that they had auditory hallucinations.

After a long while, Lei XIX murmured: "You...you mean, you fought against the blood corpse Old Ancestor and then ran away?"

Yang Xuan shook the head, sighed then said: "Not a fight, because he only shot once from start to finish. I am far from his opponent."

Everyone sucked in a cold breath.

After a long while, twenty-three long put out a breath, said with a bitter smile on his face: "I always think that the cultivation base of your Highness is extremely profound, but didn't expect it to be so high. Level, under the hands of True God, you can retreat with your whole body. This is incredible."

Others also have an expression of approval, as if Yang Xuan can get out of the hands of the blood corpse Old Ancestor. It was incredible to escape.

Yang Xuan shook his head, he could understand everyone's psychology.

To tell the truth, if he hadn't detonated the magic weapon Yin-Yang Chaos with a tenfold sword technique, and took the opportunity to escape into Forgotten Land, it would be difficult to say whether he could get rid of the blood corpse Old Ancestor.

"Go, we will return to Holy Mountain now." He sighed, Yang Xuan said solemnly.

"Yes!" everyone answered in unison.

There is the blood corpse Old Ancestor, the sword of Chris hanging high above the head, how everyone can stay here, naturally, there is no difference.

Everyone is not a dragger, so they started camping and rushing all night.

But a group of many people, the goal is too big, under the proposal of Yu Jiu, Xie Cheng led the warrior and the warrior of the four guards, and Yang Xuan and the twenty-three twenty-four three Go ahead and return as quickly as possible.

Yang Xuan naturally has no objections.

The goal of the blood corpse Old Ancestor is him. Without him, the others would be safe.

Everyone naturally understands this truth, but Feng Shisan and the others have to go with Yang Xuan, and then they are strictly stopped by Yang Xuan.

Although the port of Holy Mountain is far away from here, at the speed of the three of them, naturally, there is no need to worry about this kind of problem.

The speed of the three of them reached the extreme, and the scenery under their feet turned into streamer, dragging out countless long illusory shadows.

Yang Xuan looked at the ground under his feet, and suddenly remembered the scene where the blood corpse Old Ancestor tore the void with his bare hands.

After this method was put on display, there was no difference between Martial Dao cultivation for a long time, and it was a direct application of the rules.

Among cultivation methods, there is also a similar spell of Shrinking the Earth into an Inch, which is even displayed. It is faster and faster than the void displacement of Martial Artist. It is the exclusive spell of the cultivator.

But unfortunately, Yang Xuan only knows the name Shrinking the Earth into an Inch. As for how to apply it, he has no clue.

During the high-speed movement, Yang Xuan's thoughts turned quickly, and hundreds of thoughts flowed through his mind quickly, and everything was there.

Suddenly, his heart moved and looked towards the right direction.

At this time, it was night and there was no moon, but there were a few stars hanging high, revealing a faint starlight.

Under the gleam of starlight, in the sky on the right, several silhouettes flew over at a very fast speed.