Seeing the black-robed figure disappearing into the distance, the burly figure still remained motionless.

Zhang Yuan was stunned and soon he reacted.

The black-robed figure restrained his demonic aura!

Without demonic energy, the burly figure would not take action.

Did he rely on his body's instinctive perception of the demonic energy?

Zhang Yuan's heart quickly rolled.

This is too evil.

suddenly.

The burly figure slowly turned around and looked directly at Zhang Yuan with deep eyes.

When Zhang Yuan was seen by him, his hair and bones immediately became scattered.

"Senior, I'm a human."

The burly figure takes steps forward and walks step by step.

Soon, he came to Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan felt even more stressed when he saw it so close.

The burly figure poked out his palm and grabbed it with a weak hand.

call!

A piece of yellow cloth on Zhang Yuan's body suddenly flew out and fell into his hands.

Secret Books of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?

Zhang Yuan's face changed.

Is this really the leader of the gang that flew away from the Broken Soul Mountains?

He actually sensed the secret of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm on him.

The burly figure stuffed the silk in his hand directly into his arms, and remained motionless again.

"senior?"

Zhang Yuan asked tentatively.

No response at all.

Zhang Yuan's face changed, he looked in his arms, his heart pounding.

He will take away the secrets.

This is the other person's thing.

Anyway, I have learned it all.

I originally wanted to find some time to hand it over to Ning Zetong, but now it's gone, it's taken away by the original owner.

"If there is nothing to do with you, I will say goodbye."

Zhang Yuan said.

The burly man seemed to have not heard it, standing upright without moving.

Zhang Yuan was even more sure that the other party was not aware of it, so he immediately put away the snow-drinking knife.

"Master, let's go."

He looked at the Four Desolate Monks.

The eyes of the Four Descendants Monks were still a little surprised.

Until now, he hasn't figured out what this person is from.

But he also knew that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time.

"Okay, let's go."

He nodded immediately.

The two walked out of here.

After leaving the courtyard, Zhang Yuan turned around again and took a deep look at the burly figure.

The burly figure raised his head at some point and looked at the moon wheel in the air, as if he was thinking, and there was a scent of loneliness on his body.

Zhang Yuan’s heart was changing.

Can this leader of the Beggars’ Sect survive?

The opponent's combat power is really terrible!

The black-robed demon clan just now had such a powerful force, but in his hands, he was like a scarecrow, at his mercy.

This is just relying on physical instinct. If it is truly resurrected, wouldn’t it be against the will of heaven?

The two walked towards the distance.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan finally noticed the scene around him and his face changed.

Blood was everywhere, buildings collapsed, and corpses lay on the streets.

The entire Heita City was slaughtered?

Like the North Gate family, everything yesterday was an illusion?

"No, Beimenlie is in danger."

Zhang Yuan was shocked.

He sent Beimen Lie here yesterday, and Beimen Lie will most likely be robbed.

There is also Su Tiandi. He has not found any trace of Su Tiandi until now, and Su Tiandi is most likely in danger.

"Master, I'm going to find an old friend."

Zhang Yuan said.

"Okay, I'll accompany you."

The Four Descendant Monks said.

They quickly shuttled through the streets.

During this period, Zhang Yuan exerted the spiritual sense of his eyes and ears to the extreme. Half an hour later, he finally found Beimenlie's body in front of an inn.

My eyes were wide open, full of fear, and there was still a faint tears in my eyes that had not dried up. I lay there, my whole body was hard.

Zhang Yuan's face darkened and his fists clenched together.

"Damn it!"

His chest was stuffy.

Although there have been expectations, I still feel uncomfortable when I see this scene.

"Amitabha."

The four great monks put their hands together, recited a sutra of rebirth, and spoke, "Young Master Zhang, we should leave as soon as possible."

"good."

Zhang Yuan nodded.

He walked into the inn, lit the torch, and burned the entire inn directly.

The fires spread throughout the streets soon.

Zhang Yuan and the Four Sages of Monks quickly rushed out of Heita City.

Looking back, the fire became more and more intense, and most of the Black Tower City was bright.

But he didn't have to worry about the living dead man at all.

The opponent's strength has long reached an unimaginable level, and ordinary Fanhuo does not even have the qualification to get close to him.

The Four Absolute Monks recited the Buddha's name again, and they felt compassion for the heavens and others.

"Master, what are you going to do next?"

Zhang Yuan looked at the Four Evils.

"The little monk wants to go back to Shaolin first and report to the abbot and the first ones what happened here."

The Four Descendant Monks said.

Zhang Yuan nodded and suddenly hesitated: "Master, can you lend me the relics on your body?"

"Borrowing relics? I wonder how to use them at Young Master Zhang?"

The Four Desolate Monks asked in confusion.

Zhang Yuan's heart flashed in his mind, and he couldn't hide it even if he knew it. If he didn't tell the truth, most of the Sijue wouldn't lend it to him.
To be continued...