The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

At the counter, Huanxi Miler was standing with his disciples, talking to the shopkeeper.

Ma Guangzu peeked out, but didn't dare to make a sound, and ran upstairs to find Wang Jiuling.

He was panting heavily from running. "Qingyangzi! Huanxi Miller is downstairs! He's asking the shopkeeper about us!"

Wang Jiuling frowned, thinking to himself, "How did Huanxi Miller catch up so quickly?"

He looked down at the gauze wrapped around his arms. He couldn't use his internal energy in his arms until the ointment turned blue.

"Go out the back door. If things go wrong, we'll split up and run away. I'll distract Happy Miller!"

Let's meet at Silent Valley then!

Without hesitation, Wang Jiuling decided to temporarily avoid confrontation.

Wei Tianwang had just returned after washing his eyes when he heard that Huanxi Miller had come after him. He was so frightened that he quickly followed Fang Tianlao to the stairwell.

Two monks in plain clothes helped Qiu Qianren, and the group moved very quietly down the second-floor corridor.

They had only gone halfway down when two Tibetan monks noticed them from a short distance away; they were disciples of the Venerable Milarepa.

They were carrying drums made of human skin, and their eyes widened immediately upon seeing the crowd.

"Here it is!"

At this shout, Huanxi Miller in the front hall immediately turned around and saw Wang Jiuling coming down the stairs.

A glint flashed in the old monk's eyes, and a smile squeezed out of his withered face.

"Amitabha! Fellow Daoist, why are you running away? Don't you want to know anything about Wang Chongyang?"

Without saying a word, Wang Jiuling turned around and rushed towards the back door, with Ma Guangzuo and the others quickly following.

Huanxi Miller didn't even glance at Ma Guangzuo and the others, and went straight after Wang Jiuling out of the restaurant.

His disciples split into two groups: one group followed and chased after them, while the other group went to intercept Ma Guangzuo and his group.

Wang Jiuling rushed out of the restaurant's back door, using his Golden Goose Skill to dart and weave through the streets and alleys.

Unable to use his arms, he was relying entirely on his footwork.

With a light touch of the toes, it swiftly leaped two or three zhang (approximately 6.6-9 meters) away, incredibly fast.

Joyful Miller followed closely behind, his body surging with Northern Darkness True Qi, and his speed was not slow either.

But he was old after all, and his legwork couldn't compare to that of a young man. After chasing him for two blocks, the distance hadn't shortened at all, and he was even slightly left behind.

"Fellow Daoist! What happened to your hand? Did you hurt it?!"

Although Huanxi Miller's eyes were yellow, his eyesight was excellent. He noticed that Wang Jiuling's arms were wrapped in gauze, and he was even more certain that the junior was seriously injured. It was the perfect opportunity to capture him!

What a beautiful shell!

Even if it means losing Wang Chongyang, we will still capture you!

Wang Jiuling completely ignored him, simply slipping into the alley, with Huanxi Miler following closely behind.

But then they saw Wang Jiuling leap onto the wall again and vault over to the other side.

The old monk snorted and leaped up as well, his withered hands like tree branches, about to grab Wang Jiuling's ankle.

"Hehe!" Miller laughed heartily, his face so wrinkled it could practically crush a fly.

Wang Jiuling felt a strong gust of wind behind him, and with a sudden push of his foot against the wall, he spun halfway through the air, dodging the claw, and landed on the opposite rooftop.

Miller was delighted to have missed, but unwilling to give up, he also landed on the rooftops, and the two chased each other across the rooftops of the small town.

"That's some amazing light-footed skill!"

Miller couldn't help but praise him, but he was getting more and more anxious. How could this young man run so fast?

At this moment, Ma Guangzuo and others were also fleeing on another street, with Huanxi Miler's disciples behind them.

"Let's go in another direction! Towards Silent Valley! Otherwise, we'll only cause trouble for Qingyangzi!"

the other side.

Wang Jiuling and his companion chased each other all the way and soon left the town, heading west towards the Gobi Desert.

The disciples of the Joyful Miller had long been left behind, leaving only this old man clinging on relentlessly.

Wang Jiuling kept looking behind him as he ran.

Huanxi Miller's lips were still somewhat pale, and her breathing was a little slow; her physical condition was no better than Wang Jiuling's.

Wang Jiuling was now certain that the old man had indeed been seriously injured.

This allowed him to implement the plan directly.

Just wait, once my injuries heal, I'll teach you a lesson!

Huanxi Miller was completely unaware of Wang Jiuling's thoughts, blinded by the allure of immortality.

Wang Jiuling's body was his greatest treasure.

God knows how much effort he put into achieving immortality throughout his life.

And so, the two chased and fled for four or five days without realizing it.

Over the past few days, the two have been living a life of hardship in the Gobi Desert, sometimes running wildly, and sometimes stopping to rest together a hundred meters apart.

We resupplyed together when we passed an oasis.

This reminded Wang Jiuling of the embarrassing time when he was being chased by the Red Serpent Fairy.

Huanxi Miller clung to Wang Jiuling's back the whole time, and even Wang Jiuling sighed that the old man had really gone mad.

This perseverance is comparable to his when he was pursuing Li Mochou.

However, Miller is now starting to realize that something is wrong.

These past few days of travel have really taken a toll on his old bones. His injuries haven't healed; in fact, they've worsened due to the constant running around.

In this Gobi Desert, the temperature difference between day and night is significant.

The chill at night and the scorching sun during the day made him very uncomfortable.

That evening, in an abandoned building on the Gobi Desert, Wang Jiuling and Huanxi Miller were meditating and regulating their breathing, about twenty or thirty meters apart.

"With your perseverance, I'm afraid I can't escape."

Wang Jiuling meditated and regulated his breathing, feeling the pain in his arm meridians slowly disappear, while continuing to use words to entice Huanxi Miler.

almost.

Once my meridians recover, that's when this old thing will suffer.

Wang Jiuling looked at the white ointment peeking out from between the gauze on his arm; it had already turned somewhat bluish.

Huanxi Miller opened his eyes and looked at Wang Jiuling.

"hehe!"

"Back then, Wang Chongyang was even more difficult to deal with than you. If it weren't for Fa Chuang, I really wouldn't have been able to outmaneuver him..."

Wang Jiuling remained calm. "Is it the Unknown Mother Worm?"

You plotted against Patriarch Chongyang and implanted the mother worm into his body?

Joyful Miller's eyes widened suddenly. "How do you know about the Unknown Mother Worm??"

But he quickly broke into a sinister smile.

"Hehehe! It's alright!"

"So what if you know? Once I catch you and implant the worm inside you, you'll have no choice but to comply!"

Wang Jiuling listened to Huanxi Miler's words with doubt in his heart, but pretended not to care.

"Ha, my martial arts are nothing compared to what a mere worm can do to me?"

Miller shook his head in delight. "Looks like you only know the basics!"

"The mother worm of ignorance, once the offspring mature, can be removed and then transferred to another person's body."

"As for the mother worm? Hehehe..." Miller's voice was sinister.

"Once it was planted in Wang Chongyang's body, it became one with Wang Chongyang!"

The mother insect has been ripe for so long; judging by the time, she should be fully mature by now. She was hiding in the Silent Valley, and I couldn't do anything about her. But then you came knocking! Hahahaha!

Wang Jiuling felt a little heavy-hearted.

Patriarch...

At this moment, Huanxi Miller observed Wang Jiuling's expression and frowned slightly.

Why did he suddenly feel like something was wrong?

Why is the young Taoist's complexion getting rosier and rosier?