The nameless deserted mountain.

Jiang Heng stopped Wang Fatty.

"Fatty, I'll leave you for a thousand miles. Let's get here. Come back to the sect quietly. I'll walk the road ahead by myself!"

"Senior Brother Jiang, please let me go with you!" Fatty Wang shook his head and suddenly remembered something.

"I don't know what will happen when I go to the Blood Clothing Sect. I'm not at your side, I'm not at ease!"

"Get out of here! My sword energy has been drunk with blood!" Jiang Heng pretended to be angry.

Fatty Wang was stunned by Jiang Heng and ran away.

On the way to escape, he still told Jiang Heng to send a message, "Senior Brother Jiang, for the future of the sect, you must keep your body..."

"Damn it, can I tell you that I haven't practiced the Demon Swallowing Art?" Jiang Heng's head was covered in black lines, almost messy in the wind.

Fatty Wang, the follower, is good at everything, but he is too serious about doing things.

When did I, the Immortal Emperor in my previous life, have I been subject to such constraints?

It seems that it is time to choose a more flexible follower.

It was daytime, and Jiang Heng's magic power cultivation was still at a low level. Even if he used the hidden method, the effect was not as good as that of the dark night.

Simply use the magical method of the White Ape Strike Technique to chase the wind and the sun!

Since his cultivation level has been promoted to the second level of the Spiritual Seed Realm, his strength has become longer!

His steps were slightly raised, his body was clearly destroyed, and he had reached a hundred feet away.

Walking along the way, crossing mountains and ridges.

Jiang Heng specializes in picking small paths to march.

Previously, I set out with Fatty Wang just to deliberately conceal people's eyes and create illusions.

It is very expensive to move with the power of the body.

Even Jiang Heng relied on his strength in his body and always held the spirit stone, he could not bear it.

It took about an hour to run like this.

Jiang Heng came to a big tree covering the sky and the sun, sat cross-legged, and breathed a long breath of turbid air.

The spiritual consciousness spreads like a sea, covering a range of four meters, and strives to regulate breathing and restore it.

"...It's almost there, there are still seven hundred miles away, and you'll reach the Blood Clothing Sect's mountain gate!"

After half a stick of incense, there was a sudden movement of an external aura on the left rear.

Jiang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly and clenched his fists, "Come out, don't be sneaky!"

"Hehe, I didn't expect that you were aware of it before you even got the fight. Jiang Shengzi is indeed well-known!"

A man in gray clothes arched out of the shade of the tree.

"Report a name." Jiang Heng didn't look back.

"Next, Zhu Yunsheng, the fifth level of the spiritual seed realm, killing you a first-level cultivator is not considered as violating the agreement between the two sects..."

Zhu Yunsheng rolled up his sleeves and sat cross-legged under the tree, he had already regarded as a prey to seek credit.

When he finished speaking, he had already opened his arms and walked behind Jiang Heng, and the smile on his face gradually became evil.

"Thank you for your reminder, senior brother." Jiang Heng pressed the ground with his left palm and his body rose up from the ground.

The white ape strike technique is violently operative.

The fifth style, the Great Sage opens the sky!

Zhu Yan's phantom magic image of the giant ape, roaring towards the sky, already had the meaning of solidity!

Zhu Yunsheng was stunned for a moment and laughed and scolded: "The scoundrel is shaking the tree, overestimating your ability, you can look for..."

Before he finished speaking, his chest exploded and he broke a big hole.

Jiang Heng slapped his body and hit the big tree, and he couldn't die again!

"Tianxie Sect, the ghosts are indeed not dispersed. Who is revealing my whereabouts?" Jiang Heng shook off the blood on his fist.

"Or it is, I have been targeted before I left the sect... There is a traitor!"

call!

Zhu Yunsheng's body suddenly rose red flames, and it was burned into an ashes grimace in less than a moment.

A strange red light flew up from the mouth of the ghost face and rushed into the sky quickly.

"Want to report the message? Stop it!" Jiang Heng shouted in a low voice, swinging his sword finger.

A blue inspiration flashed by!

The Green Lotus Fairy Sword was impartial and with a "sneer", it scattered the strange red light into invisible!

Zhu Yunsheng is dead, but he doesn’t know if he has left other soul seals in Tianxie Palace. It is not advisable to stay here for a long time!

It took so long to leave, and it took a quick start.

I still don’t know if I can successfully climb the Immortal Cliff after reaching the Blood Clothing Sect.

After his thoughts were settled, Jiang Heng took a deep breath, transported the power of qi and blood, and paraded his whole body.

He stepped heavily on the ground, his figure flashed rapidly, and he walked towards the blood-clothing teaching.

I don’t know if I can’t catch up with Jiang Heng’s pace or I am afraid of the fierce power of hitting the fifth level of the Undead Seed Realm with one punch.

Along the way, although there were many hostile auras of secretly spying on themselves, few people dared to intercept them directly!

...

Outside the Blood Clothing Sect’s Mountain Gate.

A rosacea monk, Xue Lingyin, the elder of the Blood Clothing Sect, was anxious and paced back and forth.

"According to time, it should be coming soon. The Demon Ancestor blesses, don't have any trouble with those bloody slaughterers. This has cost us more than 20,000 spirit stones!"

As he was talking, Jiang Heng's graceful figure came in abruptly.

The green shirt spreads and blood plums float.

"Thank you for your hard work, Senior Xue, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

"You are polite to Jiang Shengzi, come in with me! If you don't want to, Master Wu will be angry!" Xue Lingyin laughed, pulled Jiang Heng's sleeve and broke into it.

In the Hall of Saint Clothing, a blood-colored storm was storming, and the breath was imminent.

Jiang Heng and Xue Lingyin looked at each other and stood quietly outside.

Wu Feng, the leader of the Blood Clothing Sect, is at a bottleneck of breakthrough.

After half an incense stick.

The pressure breath suddenly disappeared.

Depending on the situation, this is a failure of the breakthrough...

Xue Lingyin's face moved slightly, her body shook for a while, and fled away.

"Jiang Shengzi, you can go in by yourself. If there is a dispute outside the mountain gate, I will come when I go!"

Jiang Heng was stunned for a moment, laughing and crying, not knowing what to say.

This old slippery guy!

I'm afraid it's fake to deal with disputes, but it's real to avoid the soon-to-be crazy Madman Wu!

As we all know, Wu Feng, the leader of the Blood Clothing Sect, is a famous bloodthirsty person!

Go crazy and even dare to kill your own father, let alone master or fellow disciples!

It is said that in addition to his own master, Wu Crazy Zi also devoured the skills of the three Supreme Elders of the Blood Clothing Sect!

"Come in!" Wu Caizi's voice sounded gently.

"Disciple, please obey the order!" Jiang Heng coughed lightly and used a chess and wait for the attack on his body without any trace.

Squeak!

The ten-foot-tall giant red door moves without wind and opens to both sides.

On the high position in the middle of the Holy Clothing Hall, a gray-haired middle-aged monk sat.

"Master Wu, are you..." Jiang Heng asked knowingly, testing whether Wu Crazy Zi was sober.

"The breakthrough failed. However, it's not your fault for repairing the technique. I am not stable in Taoism and am eager to achieve success! Don't talk nonsense, where is the thing?"

Madman Wu rebuked lightly and pushed away the fruits and vegetables on the desk in front of him that were blocking his sight.

"Sure enough, I'm still a little crazy..." Jiang Heng murmured in his heart, took off the blood-red storage bag on his waist, and threw it out gently.

"Please check it out by Master Wu. This is the Blood Crazy Slaughter specially refined for your sect by the Puppet Hall of the Blood Evil Sword Sect."

Now, Wu Crazy is in a very delicate state, and seems to be on the verge of soberness and madness.
To be continued...