"Bang", a ball of fiery red fireworks exploded over the top of the mountain several miles away, and the sound spread twenty or thirty miles away.
Zhang Wenfeng put away the flying sword in a thought, took off the bamboo hat, and handed it to Monk Fayuan with both hands: "The mountains are high and the rivers are long, Master, let's say goodbye here. See you later!"
There are still more than sixty miles left to reach the border. With his whereabouts exposed in such an unexpected way, there is no need for the monk to accompany him.
Fayuan was not polite and took the bamboo hat: "Wait a minute, you can take these talismans."
Zhang Wenfeng took it and unfolded it. He saw that they were all landscape moving talismans, which were practical and useful tools for fighting. He smiled and cupped his hands to signal that he was about to leave this place as quickly as possible. The monk then sent a message: "I'll go first.
Take care!”
Jumping up, the monk lowered his straw hat and flew south.
A white robe stood out above the treetops in the night sky, and he flew far away at lightning speed.
There were fireworks going off and exploding in two directions, and faint human voices could be heard.
Zhang Wenfeng gave him away, and the monk took great pains. Before leaving, he also used such a big fanfare to help him attract the hidden sentry and confuse the masters who were chasing after him for a long distance. He understood.
After waiting for a moment, he was still flying along the river without touching his feet.
On the way, he didn't meet any black witch puppets who were waiting for probing. He successfully left the territory of Great Liang for about ten miles and fled to the woods to the east. During these three days of sneaking, he specifically asked the monks how to avoid divination.
Teacher's tracking.
Rice Ball Exploration
On the premise that the diviner has mastered the aura items on his body, and there is no secret treasure hidden, it is very difficult to avoid the calculation and deduction of the diviner of the same level.
He tried several times with the monk while resting during the day, and found that he could concentrate on using the Wood Hidden Technique, and when he became one with the trees, he could avoid the monk's use of the "Law of Cause and Effect Technique" to trace the subtle context.
But there is a drawback to this method, he cannot move.
It was a mixed blessing for him.
The third-level witch cultivators who were chasing him dispersed, and relatively few masters were placed on the southern border.
Those who used low-level puppets and zombies to lurk, explore and contain were all second-level witch cultivators. It took time for masters from other places to rush over. In addition, they were disrupted by the monks and were thrown off the rhythm. They confused the fortune tellers who got the news. About half of them
A head start of more than an hour.
Flying at low altitude for more than fifty miles along the outer edge of the Luobao Ridge Forest, Zhang Wenfeng buried three aura stones with his aura on the road to confuse the diviners' speculations.
With the expert guidance of the monk, he would make the divination master of the shaman tribe tired to the point of vomiting blood.
Turn to fly north and bury two more aura stones.
He used the vitality of the vegetation to cover up the smell on his body, and then turned in a circle to the south, approaching the Changqing River that flows southeast from Great Liang.
The river is more than twice as wide, with water from mountain streams pouring in from time to time.
He flew along the river in the big forest and it was not easy to lose his bearings.
He did not dare to fly high in the sky, so he had to use trees to fly low to avoid being seen from a distance.
As we go deeper into the Luobao Ridge forest, we encounter more little monsters on both sides of the river bank.
From time to time, little monsters that did not know whether to live or die would jump out of the jungle or among the branches and leaves of the trees to attack, but he would quickly dodge them using the Nine Palace Steps and move away in a blink of an eye. He did not want to leave any obvious clues.
He flew more than three hundred miles, burying several spiritual energy stones along the way, and arrived at his preset "Ghost Shadow Canyon".
The Changqing River splits into two parts here, each going its own way.
It was almost dawn, so I first went around ten miles away to bury two spiritual energy stones, and then returned to the towering forest on the hillside opposite the canyon. I found a large branch with leafy leaves in a hidden place facing the east, and sat cross-legged on it.
On the top, use your magical power to enter a state of stillness, absorb the energy of the big trees to cover yourself, slowly adjust your breath and eliminate distracting thoughts.
He used the Hidden Wood Technique, and no matter how much people scanned with their spiritual sense, there would be no trace of him nearby.
But for a while, he was unable to integrate with the breath of the big tree. At critical moments, his ability to be alert and inactive no longer worked. Even though his heart was calm, he was still a little anxious.
He warned himself not to be impatient, closed his eyes and recited the scriptures silently, washing himself with invisible golden light.
I believe that there are arrangements along the way that allow fortune tellers who are tracking and calculating to spend a lot of energy on different sections of the road. It is very dangerous for those who predict the fortune to make too many predictions in a short period of time. It can make the fortune teller vomit blood or even die violently.
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The sun is coming out.
Several figures of monks appeared in the sky, scanning and searching in a wide range with their spiritual consciousness.
They flew in staggered directions, not sparing any shady place, especially caves, and must search again and again.
The rising sun penetrated the gaps between the leaves, and scattered spots on Zhang Wenfeng, who was sitting still in meditation. On his face, Zhang Guanzhu, who had been adjusting his breath for a long time, suddenly had a splash of green. The exposed skin on his face and hands turned green,
No breath or breath.
He finally managed to merge with the tree beneath him before many monks from the Wu Clan came to explore the sky.
"Hey, no, why did you suddenly lose your sense of vitality?"
In the air, a young man wearing a white robe held a bronze mirror with strange runes in his hand. A white needle suspended on it suddenly started spinning around without warning, and he couldn't control it.
"Mr. Qi, have you found anything?"
Someone looked at the white-robed diviner and asked.
The white-robed divination master waved his hand, indicating not to disturb his train of thought, and muttered: "That guy is too cunning, so I figured out some clues and used the method of 'asking for fortune from the source' to achieve results. I was about to catch up with him, but he was beaten by that guy."
The early detection was broken. Alas, life is miserable. I have to use the fortune-telling method again to trace the trace. The guy's suspicion array has already made Lao Gu tired... When he is caught, he has to be hanged upside down.
Get up and light the sky lanterns, it’s so abominable.”
Putting away the bronze mirror used for "asking fortune", the white-robed fortune teller rubbed his face vigorously with both hands.
After coming from Changqiao City, he didn't rest all night. Baali had worked hard all the way. He felt a little exhausted, but there was nothing he could do. The Great Elder issued the "Black Blood Kill Order", and he had to persist no matter how tired he was.
That abominable bull-nosed man must be killed to avoid future troubles!
It's scary to think about being able to kill the defenders head-on with one's own strength. I really don't know what method that guy used?
It is said that two powerful magic weapons were used, which can only be used once each time.
Don’t know if it’s true or not?
He took out five "dominoes" that were thickly coated with pulp and rubbed them in his hands. The white-robed fortune teller closed his eyes and bursts of mist emerged from his body. He carefully peered at the faint sense of Qi.
Next to the white-robed divination master was a middle-aged man in black robes, with a serious face, carrying a black sword on his back, and looking around. He was responsible for guarding the safety of the divination master.
The morning sun dyed the diviner's body a bright red color, especially the folds of his robe. After a long calculation, the white-robed diviner opened his eyes, pointed to the east, and said: "More than ten miles ahead, I found that
The smell of a thief."
I thought in my heart that it was probably another spiritual stone buried underground.
Lao Gu was teased over and over again like this, and all he found after all his efforts were spirit stones, which made him very angry.
A group of people were divided into two groups, one group flew eastward without stopping, and the other five maintained formation in the air, following step by step and searching with their spiritual senses, not letting go of any suspicious places.
For a team like this, there are two teams about a hundred miles away, and they can support each other at any time.
Their opponents were too ferocious, and they did not dare to spread out their search too widely.
There are also three teams of masters lying in ambush at the edge of Luobao Forest, on the way back to Da'an in the east and northeast, waiting for the kid to jump in if a dragnet is laid and many suspicions are laid.
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