surnamed Wang

The four of them had no choice but to flee for their lives under the siege of seven or eight Nascent Soul Stages. Wang Qingquan felt a headache for the endless pursuit of the monks in the rear.

At first, they were blown away by the shock wave of the explosion, and they flew towards the west side under intentional control. They thought they could escape from the sky, but they didn't want to escape thousands of miles, and then pursuers appeared.

It is true that they can cross the border to challenge, but it is on a small arena, replaced by a boundless star field, plus a wounded person, going back to fight is tantamount to seeking death.

The opponent has lived outside the territory for a long time, the number of people is superior, the time and place are favorable, and the distance between the two sides has been shortened to hundreds of miles in a short time. The four of them had no choice but to throw the first porcelain vase.

The ferocious beast blood in the porcelain bottle attracted several powerful ferocious beasts, which really bought them time, but on the second day, those monks from outside the territory followed behind like a dog's skin plaster.

Wang Gingquan gritted his teeth and ordered to throw two porcelain bottles. This time the delay was obviously much longer, and cost the other party two lives. It was precisely because of this that they chased even more frantically.

The four of them crossed a belt of broken stars, Wang Gingquan held the last porcelain bottle, looked back at the pursuers, frowned and said:
"You go first, I will hold them back."

"Brother Zhao, you have already broken an arm, how can you still be their opponent?"

Hong Qingyan spoke hastily, and Guijue and Lu Han subconsciously supported his shoulders to prevent him from suddenly turning around to die.

"If I'm injured and can't run fast, it will only drag you down. Instead of waiting to die together, I might as well lure them away with the blood of the beast. You run for your life at full speed. You only need to run west for two more days to reach your destination."

"Zhao Daoyou..."

"That's it. I'm the team leader. This is an order. Lu Han, after I leave, you will command the team and take them out alive."

After Wang Gingquan finished speaking as if he was explaining the funeral, Lu Han, who has always been indifferent, couldn't help showing his face. The man who was not good at words nodded and said:

"Do not worry."

Wang Gingquan glanced at his companions for the last time, patted Hong Qingyan's shoulder with his remaining right hand, stopped his body suddenly, and turned to the north. At the same time, a light flashed on his body, and an avatar that was the same as the main body was born beside him.

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A quarter of an hour later, five Nascent Soul Stages appeared at the place they had just been. One of them raised his hand to signal to stop, and then took out a red crystal ball to observe carefully.

"They seem to be separated."

"Could it be a blindfold like clone?"

"Impossible, my ability to find people from thousands of miles will not go wrong."

The friar in blue shook his head, and then showed doubts again:
"There were originally four of them, why is it shown that there are five of them here? Three of them continued to flee west, and two of them went northeast."

"You still say there will be no mistakes?"

"Okay, let's move separately." The leading middle-aged man said with a gloomy face.

"Brother, could it be a trap deliberately set by the enemy?" A handsome monk in a fine attire expressed his doubts.

The middle-aged man glanced at him, "Five Nascent Souls against five Golden Pills, are you afraid that they won't succeed? Ziying, you and Yu stop chasing those two, and the rest follow me."

"Yes."

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Wang Gangquan led his avatar on a rampage in the starry sky like a headless chicken, going east and west for a while, almost hitting the space crack several times in the middle.

In order to let the outside monks see him, he deliberately slowed down, and after a while, he looked back, and there were only two people behind him.

He secretly said something was wrong, but now he can only move on.

The foreign monk named Ziying looked at the two people in front of him who were both in the same shape and attire, and asked his companion:

"Are you sure you read it right? Why do I feel that one of them is a clone?"

"These two are a late-stage Golden Core, and the other is an early-stage Golden Core. It is impossible for the clone to have such a high level of cultivation. Maybe it is the leader of the corpse."

The friar in blue still refused to admit his mistake.

Seeing that the two people behind him were not far or close, Wang Gingquan began to recover his spiritual power as he advanced. Both the incorporeal technique and the gold inconsistency could regenerate a broken arm, so he was not flustered. He kept this appearance to show his weakness to the enemy. It can be caught off guard at critical moments.

He wasn't so conceited that he thought he could kill the two Nascent Soul cultivators, but this battle was unavoidable after all.

As soon as this idea came into being, the two people in the back made a move. The monk named Yu Ting used some kind of method, a light flashed under his feet, and a faint formation appeared, and then his figure appeared in front of Wang Qingquan in an instant. Another monk Then blocked its retreat.

Under the attack of the two sides, Wang Gingquan stopped, and his avatar went behind him, and the two faced the enemy back to back.

"It's really a clone. I don't know what kind of exercises you use. I will find out after searching the soul in a while."

The monk who was good at investigating lost face and blamed the fault on Wang Gingquan, while Fang Ziying didn't talk so much nonsense, and took out a birdcage from the storage bag and threw it high.

The birdcage was made of gold wire, and it was exquisite. After the shot, the door of the cage opened wide, and a strong suction came, and Wang Handquan's body immediately flew towards that side uncontrollably.

"Like sucking, don't you?"

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the birdcage, Wang Bingquan threw an inconspicuous porcelain vase in his hand, and at the same time, his avatar merged with his body. A breath of illusion was enough for him to get rid of the suction and escape here.

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The porcelain vase castrated extremely quickly, and was sucked into the birdcage almost as soon as it was shot. Wang Gangquan's fingers made seals to detonate it, but there was still no movement in the past three or four breaths.

Ziying retracted the birdcage with a normal face, and put it together with the porcelain bottle in the storage bag. This is a trick to deceive the eyes. Anyone who sees the birdcage will immediately think that it is a magic weapon against people, but they don’t know what its real function is. Collect items.

As long as the opponent dares to throw out the magic weapon that has not yet been born, Ziying can take it for his own use.

The birdcage is like a storage bag, its interior is self-contained and not affected by external rules, even if the door of the perfect magic weapon is closed, the connection will be broken.

Over there, Wang Gangquan had already rushed far away, and the light under Yu Ting's feet flashed again, blocking the way.

Wang Bingquan suddenly became murderous, and the two swords were unsheathed, and the majestic sword energy was surging. The monk on the opposite side was slightly surprised, and a mirror appeared in front of him.

The two sword qi, vertical and horizontal, hit the mirror one after another, and then returned as they were, Yu Ting's original surprise turned into sarcasm.

Wang Gingquan's body turned into an illusion again, allowing the sword energy to pass through his body. This time Ziying rushed up from behind after suffering.

The strong wind from the sword qi made his cheeks sting, and after he completely avoided it, the exquisite costume on his body was already in tatters.

The man touched his cheek, and there was a small wound there. He wiped away the oozing blood, and his handsome face began to look hideous.

Wang Pingquan glanced at this scene out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't stop laughing inwardly. The dignified monks came out to fight and dressed in fancy clothes, just like a blind date. At first glance, they looked like embroidered pillows full of rotten bran.

Yu Ting showed a look of gloating at this moment, he was not laughing at his companion, but his opponent got into a catastrophe without knowing it, everyone in the sect knew that Ziying paid great attention to that face, hurting his face was worse than killing him.

Sure enough, when Wang Gingquan turned his head to deal with Yu Ting, the speed of the man behind him suddenly increased, and he went behind him in an instant.

The murderous aura coming from behind made Wang Gingquan subconsciously dodge to the side, and in the next second, his newly born arm flew away from his body with bloody flowers.

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