After bowing, Xu Qing turned around and quickly left in the distance.

Until his figure disappeared from the shore, on the river of divine blood, in the lone boat, the boatman slowly raised his head and looked at the direction Xu Qing left.

"Has that stubborn guy with the sword fallen..."

He murmured, his tone reminiscing.

After a while, he sighed softly.

"Wanggu... I haven't heard these two words for a long time, and I'm afraid that my name has long been forgotten by all the people in Wanggu... and has been erased from history."

While muttering, the boatman raised his right hand and looked down at the palm of his hand.

In the palm of his hand, there were runes that looked like human faces shining, emitting a strange aura.

If Xu Qing were here, he would definitely be able to recognize him at a glance...

Those runes that shine like human faces are clearly... magical arts!

At the same time, in the mid-air in the western part of the fifth star ring, Xu Qing, who had left the shore, could hear the sound of the mud fox breathing in relief while he was galloping.

"That person from before... was a bit scary. I feel like the moment he saw you, he had the idea of ​​catching me out and ruthlessly ravaging me."

"Xu Qing, this place you came to is not fun at all!"

Mud Fox was frightened, especially when he recalled the river of divine blood, his heart was in atrial tremor.

"Forget it, I'd better go back to sleep..."

Mud Fox muttered and quickly controlled his breath again.

Seeing Xingyan like this, Xu Qing couldn't say anything. He had already reminded him that he was going to a place where the gods might not be welcome.

But obviously, Xingyan didn't believe it at that time.

"After that, it may be more dangerous..."

Xu Qing hesitated and finally reminded him again.

Instantly, the mud fox's aura became more restrained.

Such a gesture is rarely seen in Wanggu. You can imagine how much the ferryman intimidated Xingyan.

As Xu Qing pondered, the figure of the ferryman could not help but appear in his mind.

"Who is he?"

Xu Qing murmured.

There is no answer to this matter.

After a while, Xu Qing took a deep breath, burying the matter in his heart, and the map and information of the Western Star Region appeared in his mind.

Compared to the other three regions, the Western Star Territory is overall weaker, especially the orthodox Dao Immortal Sect in the west, which is also somewhat in decline.

The fundamental reason is that the Western Patrol has an extraordinary mentality and does not care about the development of the sect or the opinions of the outside world.

Most of the monks in the entire sect looked indifferent.

But because of this, the families here have more power than in the other three regions. They compete with each other, cannibalize each other, and grow stronger.

Looking at this information, Xu Qing thought of the star in the west.

As the weakest of the eight stars, this person is a disciple of the Daoxian Sect's Sky Patrol.

"Li Mengtu..."

"The family has a special characteristic. All members of the direct lineage have a native character in their name."

"In the early stage of cultivation as a master, he has four powers. With his own combat power, combined with the strange spells inherited from his family, and the training from his master, he has a record of killing the master in the middle stage."

In his thoughts, Xu Qing stared at the world in the west.

"This place is much more comfortable than the south. It is suitable for healing, but it is not suitable for challenges and self-discipline."

"But for me now, the most important thing is to find a place first and try to recover from the injury as soon as possible."

"As for the way out... we'll just have to play it by ear."

Xu Qing's eyes showed determination, his body swayed, and he moved forward quickly.
Chapter completed!