To the east of the Demon Buried Mountains, Suning's counterattack plan is in full swing.
To the west, after struggling for a month, Dao Huo'er gave up his escape and followed Suning's instructions to reveal his true face.
As expected, Zhu Huoyan, the direct disciple of the Fire Xuan Immortal Realm who was responsible for hunting him, immediately turned around and ignored her useless chess piece.
On the other side, to the north of the forest, compared to Dao Huo'er who was struggling to support himself, Mo Chen's escape career seemed to be quite easy.
After all, he is a direct disciple of the fifth-level True Immortal of the Wuchen Immortal Realm. Even if his cultivation level is suppressed, he can still display this strange and unpredictable magic method to the fullest.
Traps were set up along the way to create suspicions, and message messages were left behind to threaten Shangguan Qiong who was pursuing him.
I am the Lord of the Dragon and Phoenix, and I will definitely strive for the path of sainthood in the future.
Encountering this difficulty today is God's test for the saint.
If you, the shrimp soldiers and crab generals, are willing to be merciful, your kindness will be repaid by a spring of water.
Otherwise, on the day of reckoning, family and friends will die together.
He used rude words and imitated Suning's voice at the top of his voice. I have to say that Guijianchou's name was not for nothing.
Unfortunately, the earnest advice did not have the desired effect. Instead, it had the opposite effect, making Shangguan Qiong and others furious.
Originally they were chasing 800 miles a day, but the two parties stopped to meditate and adjust their breaths in a very tacit understanding.
It's better now, the hunting team is going crazy, chasing for the whole day, Mo Chen is panting from exhaustion, and he doesn't dare to be lazy.
The child was aggrieved, so he had no choice but to "send" a message letter again to express his goodwill.
This time, he went against the grain and took advantage of the temptation that everyone envied.
He said simply and clearly: I, the Wuchen Immortal Realm, will give you double the thousand-year cultivation resources provided by the Fire Xuan Immortal Realm and Thunder Tribulation.
In the name of the Lord of Dragon and Phoenix, I promise that I will never go back on my word.
Well, speaking with confidence is intended to provoke internal conflicts within the team and lead them to kill each other.
Don't seek to open up the net, just seek to delay the enemy's progress.
The abacus crackled, but the final result was calm.
Until another half month passed, and it seemed that he would enter the depths of the forest in seven or eight days. He had no choice but to restore his appearance and deliberately expose himself to the hummingbirds.
Shangguan Qiong jumped angrily, wishing he could cut the short winter melon three hundred miles away into eight pieces to relieve the hatred in his heart.
But he knew he couldn't delay it any longer.
After wasting the first month and a half, now entering the middle stage of the hunt, he is the most promising to successfully kill Suning.
Rather than wasting time on Mo Chen, it is better to join the main force as soon as possible. Which team can take the lead depends on chance and luck.
Thinking of this, the gray-faced Shangguan Qiong immediately made a decision: "Let's go, release the hummingbirds to contact the other two teams, and ask whether Suning is in the east or west."
"Whatever you are doing standing there stupidly, just leave."
He cursed loudly, his eyes almost burning with fire.
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Deep in the Demon Buried Mountains, within the territory of the Demon King of the ninth level True Immortal.
Two old men sat on the ground playing chess as if no one else was around.
One person is wearing a white robe, holding a white zither in his left hand, making a thinking gesture.
He bowed his back and leaned forward, holding a delicate calligraphy brush twenty centimeters long in his right hand.
The penholder is made of jet black jade, with rows of obscure text lines carved on it, giving off a faint, transparent and rounded color.
The tip of the pen is filled with a small amount of golden fluff, which comes from an unknown animal. It looks golden and very soft.
Opposite him, there sat a long-haired old man wearing a black robe, with his white hair tied behind his head, smiling and contented.
He held the knife in his left hand, motionless in mid-air. His right hand hung between his knees, his ring finger moved slightly upward, and he wore an ancient dark green wrench.
