It has to be said that Yuan Ni is definitely talented at escaping.
Even Qingkong was particularly surprised. Under the leadership of Yuan Ni, the team of 500 people in the Nine Nether Ecstasy Formation was as if they were walking on flat ground.
You know, in these years, no less than thousands of people died in the Nine Nether Ecstasy Formation.
If the leader of the Immortal Killing Sect knew that the Nine Nether Soul Enchanting Formation he had set up was easily dodged by Yuan Ni.
He probably would have died of vomiting blood, or would have become seriously ill.
Yes!
Just as Qingkong thought, Yuan Ni walked at the front of the team, leading a large group of people from Yin City to gradually walk towards the edge of the primeval forest. He did not touch the Nine Nether Ecstasy Formation set up by the leader of the Immortal Killing Sect, but appropriately
Advantageously, he avoided the nine formations of the Nine Nether Soul Array.
"The little thing is really useful. I'll reward you with a whole roast rabbit tonight."
"Squeak, squeak -" Don't think that I can fool you with a whole roasted rabbit, at least two are needed.
He stretched out two small paws. Needless to say, Su Yin also knew what Yuan Ni meant.
"Okay, two."
"Zhizhi——" Huh, you are afraid of my uncle's power, surrender to me, kneel down and worship me!
Raising his plump little head, Yuan Ni walked proudly in front of the crowd.
But just when Yincheng's large army was about to leave the virgin forest, trouble finally came.
"I didn't expect you little kids to be able to circumvent my leader's formation."
The voice of Yin Chechi makes people feel extremely uncomfortable, as if someone is strangling the throat and saying the words, and it is also like a snake crawling across the skin, that kind of creepy coldness.
"The leader of the Killing Immortal Cult is here. Don't hide it. I haven't seen what you look like yet."
Su Yin's eyes signaled to the captain of the Yin City Guards to lead everyone away first, while she and Yu Wensheng Qingkong stalled for time.
Sensing the order in Su Yin's eyes, the commander of the Yin City Guards waved his hand, and the formation of 500 people retreated from the virgin forest in a well-trained manner, and rushed towards the exit that radiated light.
"Little girl, are you Su Yin?"
Still not seeing him, cold sounds came from all directions. Su Yin looked at the giant tree in the distance and finally found the source of the sound.
"Leader of the Immortal Slaughter Sect, I have seen you. Your taste is too bad."
On top of the giant tree, an old man dressed in black has a gray face, gray hair, thick eyebrows, and tall and thin cheekbones. The whole person looks like a zombie dug out of a human tomb.
Especially that black gown.
"Master of the Killing Immortal Sect, your disciple Sikong is so beautiful and his clothes are eye-catching. How come he is dressed like a beggar when he comes to your master?"
With a sneer, Su Yin shook the folding fan in his hand, and then said, "Master, if you have no money to buy clothes, I will give you a few taels of silver to buy some clothes. If not, I will pay for you to go to Lichun Garden to play."
In the last lap, I don’t know if your body is okay, old man.”
Laughing loudly, Su Yin's words made both Yu Wensheng and Qing Kong's faces darken. This girl was still speaking freely and dared to say anything.
On top of the giant tree, the leader of the Immortal Killing Sect was so angry that his face turned black. His face was already dark, and it was hard to tell whether he was angered by Su Yin's words or something else.
In short, the leader of the Immortal Killing Sect was very angry, and Su Yin could feel it from the strong pressure around him.