Su Tang lowered his head and looked at his waist. The staff just slashed his clothes and stabbed him. The strong wind wrapped around actually tore open his skin, leaving a wound about an inch deep. Sikongcuo was right. The battle between the great master's level practitioners was always extremely cruel, because the great master's lethal power was close to that of the holy realm practitioners, but his defense ability was 108,000 miles away.

Then, whoever neglects first and whoever makes mistakes first may lose and no chance to turn the tables.

Practitioners who have reached the holy realm have completed the process of tempering the body with divine thoughts. Thoughts are born from the mind and change a lot. At this time, a trend of returning to nature and the same path will appear. Their domain will become like substance, but the scope covered by the domain will be greatly reduced.

Two holy realm-level practitioners with equal strength broke out into battle. Even if one of them was motionless and only relied on the domain to resist, it could almost support seven or eight attacks. It was very difficult to break the opponent's domain.

However, holy realm practitioners also have times when they are afraid, for example, they encounter an attack from ancient divine thoughts, or encounter a peak holy realm practitioner like Helan Kongxiang.

When the holy realm reaches its peak, its attack power will become unusually terrifying, so Sikongcuo only supported a few rounds and immediately gave in. Fortunately, Helan Kongxiang came to the Demon Altar just for practice, not for killing, but Hua Xijue chose to fight to the end, and finally almost became a useless person.

Su Tang was able to learn from one example. He immediately thought that some practitioners who practiced special spiritual techniques would cause significant fluctuations in their strength as they differed in their realm.

The best example is Xue Yi. Xue Yi practices the three techniques of the tyrant, the tyrant body, the domineering spirit, and the tyrant boxing. In the Grand Master stage, Xue Yi's performance is not very good, but once promoted to the Great Lord, Xue Yi's tyrant can make up for the common defects of the Great Lord level practitioners, attacking like a strong wind and defending like a rock. Among the Great Lord level practitioners, they can almost be considered an invincible existence.

At that time, Sikongcuo frowned first when he heard the word "Bajue" and then agreed with Su Tang's reasoning.

Su Tang slowly walked to the old man in black robe. The old man in black robe still stood still, pointing the big stick in his hand far ahead, posing as if he was about to launch an attack.

Su Tang circled around the old man in black robe twice, and gently flicked the old man in black robe's forehead with his fingertips. It turned out to be a flesh and blood body, and he felt his body temperature.

Su Tang frowned and turned to the front of the old man in black robe, staring at the other person's pupils. The old man in black robe was breathing slowly and his blood was beating slightly. However, his pupils had no vitality, just like prosthetic eyes made of glass.

What exactly is this? Su Tang pondered for a moment, then walked to the maid's body, leaned down and searched.

This nameless great master came out in a hurry and didn't carry anything with him. Of course, as long as he occupied the mountain, he would not be able to escape any of his things he should have.

Su Tang sent out a signal. After a moment, there were shouts of killing sounds around the main peak. When the July practitioner heard the order to retreat, he was fleeing to the mountain. He collided with Fang Yizhe and the person who smelled the fragrance, and the battle broke out immediately.

However, the practitioners in July were not interested in fighting, and the leader had decided to give up Mo Yushan. He must have come to have a powerful enemy that he could not afford, and Fang Yizhe and Yinxiang came to plunder and kill, and their fighting spirit had an overwhelming advantage.

At this time, Su Tang pulled a piece of cloth from the unknown big master, wrote a few lines of words in her blood, tied it to the neck of the old man in black robe, and then floated away from the main peak of Moyu Mountain and chased in one direction.

The death of Yuan Hailong and Hongniu made Su Tang determined to destroy the Palace of Rebirth, and only killed one July 7th, which was not very meaningful, so Su Tang deliberately let the middle-aged man leave, all to follow the clues.

The middle-aged man flew in the air at full speed, flew more than 400 miles away in one breath, and finally landed in a courtyard by the river.

Su Tang followed behind him. When the middle-aged man fell into the courtyard, Su Tang also landed by the river. It was almost twenty miles away from the courtyard. Even if he had all his strength to release his breath, the other party could not sense the fluctuations of spiritual power he emitted.

As soon as the middle-aged man fell, two people came out and saw the middle-aged man bowing and bowing together to show his respect.

The middle-aged man nodded and turned to walk towards the side courtyard. Suddenly, he saw an old man wearing yellow linen clothes walking out of the side courtyard. He was stunned for a moment, then bent down and said in a surprised voice: "Bei Dan has seen Zuo Envoy, why did you come here?"

"The stars are born in a different way, and there may be a great catastrophe in the world." The old man said softly: "The General Palace has an order. Every Moon Capital must put down what he has done and return to the Hall of Rebirth immediately."

"Why do you have to come in person? Just let me give you a notification." The middle-aged man said.

"Whatever?" the old man sighed: "In the last two months, almost half of the envoys who came out of the General Hall were intercepted and killed, and many of the pigeons were missing. I'm afraid... someone has already set his sights on us."

"The messenger was intercepted?" The middle-aged man was moved in horror: "Didn't that mean... they already know the location of the Hall of Rebirth? Who are they?"

"I guessed it, but I didn't dare to take the risk and go lightly, otherwise... we had spies inside, or both." The old man said, "The General Palace cannot come out of seclusion. Everyone guessed that it might be Sikong's fault in revenge. Oh, that's a woman who will retaliate. Last time I told Sikong Taishang that it's best not to mess with her, but Sikong Taishang is entangled in the past and can't let go..."

"Why can't the General Palace come out of seclusion?" the middle-aged man asked again: "Didn't Sikong Taishang say that he can definitely refine that furnace pill?"

"The alchemy has been refined, but the main hall has been sleeping for too long and its vitality is almost cut off, so it still has to rest for a while." The old man said.

"It's good to be refined." The middle-aged man sighed: "It's just Sikongcuo? She has such great ability?"

"Sikongcuo may have joined forces with the Pengshan man." The old man said: "No need to say that the Xue family was shocked by the Tiema Xiao Xiao family suddenly fell to Helan. Sikongcuo had the Nan family helping him, so this time it might not be easy to deal with."

"As long as the main hall comes out of seclusion, they are just a group of clowns jumping," the middle-aged man sneered.

"Haha, you..." The old man didn't finish his words, his face suddenly changed drastically, and he looked at the other person up and down.

"Zuo Envoy, what's wrong with you?" the middle-aged man asked in surprise.

"It's okay." The old man shook his head and then said, "Why are you here?"

"I'm blaming me for being incompetent." The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "No one in the mountains should be unable to save them."

"What?" the old man was stunned.

The middle-aged man told a little about the incident where Su Tang was struck by Mo Yushan, and also talked about the scene where a large number of practitioners surrounded Mo Yushan. Finally, he said: "The Left Envoy, Lan Yuling has been joining our rebirth hall for five years, but... I feel that I have always had some gaps with us and are unwilling to fight to the death."

"She didn't come with you?" the old man asked.

"She should have gone to Yangming Lake." said the middle-aged man.

"Where is Xiaose?" the old man asked again.

"I asked her to hold the magic warrior a little later than me," said the middle-aged man.

The old man was silent for a long time and suddenly said, "It is not advisable to stay here for a long time. You can go now and wait for me in May Cave.

"Now? Zuo Jung, I'll get here in one breath and I have to take a little rest." The middle-aged man seemed very surprised.

First of all, he had mentioned the magic warrior. The other party should be very interested and had to ask some questions, but the other party said nothing and asked him to leave directly. Also, he rushed here in one breath, and his spiritual power was consumed a lot, so he had to let him rest for a while. This was too unkind.

Could it be that... the other party wants to blame Mo Yushan for losing his life?

However, keeping your strength as much as possible is the order issued by the General Palace.

It’s not that he regards himself too high. As long as he is still alive and takes a few years to build another July, he can leave nothing after he dies.

What's more, this time the enemy is the successor of Ren Yukoo, a demon-armed warrior, and a planned action. It is not a crime of war, so it is correct for him to choose to retreat.

"Yes, I'm going now," said the old man, then pointed his finger to the left: "Go over there, someone is waiting for you."

The middle-aged man looked to the left suspiciously. He was reluctant in his heart, but the other party had a higher status in the hall than him and could only obey.

"Okay..." The middle-aged man smiled bitterly again and floated into the air as he jumped.

The change happened. Just as the middle-aged man jumped up, the old man suddenly stretched out his hand, and clusters of vines emitting black mist grew out of the ground, entangling the middle-aged man's hands and feet. The black mist condensed into a sphere, wrapping the middle-aged man in it.

"Zuo Envoy, what do you mean?" the middle-aged man shouted in anger.

"Silence" the old man shouted, and then slowly floated to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man had already started to circulate his spiritual veins. As long as the other party showed something wrong, he would resist to death. However, the old man seemed to have no malice, his face was solemn, and he slowly reached out to his back with his fingertips.

After a moment, the old man shrank his fingertips bit by bit. There was a fog rotating in his palm, and there was a little green light in the fog.

"Get a carrier pigeon." The old man turned around and said.

Soon, the servant came over with a pigeon cage, which contained a snow-white carrier pigeon.

The old man took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it to the servant, signaling the servant to open the porcelain bottle.

The servant opened the porcelain bottle and poured out a pill. The old man whispered: "Feed the pigeon."

The servant acted on his own terms and fed the pills into the pigeon's mouth. After only a moment, the pigeon's pupils turned bloody red, and the white feathers actually emitted a faint red light, and their emotions became irritable, rushing around in the pigeon's cage.

The old man shook his wrist, and the mist wrapped around the green light, hitting the pigeon's chest. The feathers on the pigeon's chest seemed to be polluted and gradually became dark.

The old man picked up the pigeon cage and opened the cage door. The pigeon immediately rushed out of the cage, spread its wings quickly, and flew to the sky. After a few breaths, the pigeon had turned into a small black dot.

The old man waved his hand and the rattan that imprisoned the middle-aged man began to shrink back to the ground.

"Zuo Envoy, what is that?" the middle-aged man asked in confusion, his head covered in cold sweat. At that moment, he really thought the other party wanted him to take all the blame.

"You don't understand." The old man shook his head, and then said word by word: "Beidan, tell me, what is the invasion of the mountain is really a magic warrior?"

"You are so true to me, can you trust me?" said the middle-aged man.

"It's not that I can't believe you, but... it's so incredible that there are two extreme powers. How can it be on the same person... Could it be that there is someone hiding in the dark?" the old man murmured.

"Zuoshi, what are you talking about?" The middle-aged man became more and more confused.

"Beidan, have you ever seen the demon-armed warrior take action?" said the old man.

"Of course I've seen it." The middle-aged man said, "Xiao Se said that the magic warriors nowadays may not have collected all the magical components, and it is the best opportunity to get rid of him." He said while observing the old man's expression.

"Have you seen the Demon Wings?" The old man ignored the other party's words and asked on his own.

The middle-aged man "Wings of Demons" paused, and then remembered the huge wings spreading behind Su Tang: "See."

"That won't work..." The old man sighed: "If the demon-armored warrior can really repair the demon-armored components... unless the Nan family's gun array is used, no one in the world can trap him."

"I can't even do you?" The middle-aged man was stunned.

"Don't talk about me, the General Palace may not be able to trap him unless it is..." The old man remembered something, his eyes flashing.

"Unless what?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Forget it, the astrological signs are too strange now. It is better to have less trouble than more things. Beidan, follow me back to the Hall of Rebirth." The old man sighed.

In the distance, Su Tang was standing by the river, looking ahead with a suspicion. The first time he encountered such a thing, the moment the middle-aged man jumped, the picture he sensed suddenly became pitch black, and could not see or hear anything. However, the sensing did not completely disappear. The middle-aged man was flying into the distance, but the speed was slower.

"So desperately rushing? Why..." Su Tang murmured. He had the Demon Wings and flew out for more than 400 miles in one breath, and he felt a little tired. The middle-aged man was still flying forward, so why don't he be afraid of his spiritual energy being exhausted?

Should I continue to track it, or attack the old man in the courtyard? Su Tang hesitated for a moment, but chose the former. The middle-aged man was very respectful to him. The old man might be a top cultivator who entered the saint level. Of course, if the old man chased him, he would not be afraid. No one could stop him by relying on the Demon Wings, but if there was a close-knot battle, he would not be so relaxed if he wanted to leave.

Su Tang slowly rose up, looked around, remembered the surrounding landforms in his heart, and when he found a helper of Sikongcuo of level, he would still come back.

The next moment, Su Tang jumped up and flew towards the direction of sensing.

Su Tang originally thought that if he chased after another one or two hundred miles, the other party would be exhausted and then find a place to rest, but he never expected that he would chase after him for more than a thousand miles until he approached dawn.

Su Tang was exhausted. Fortunately, the other party was not fast and he had time to rest on the road. Otherwise, he would really doubt whether he could hold on.

Su Tang was puzzled by the other party's sudden resilience. He thought of various assumptions, but later he was overthrown by himself.

For example, the other party may have taken a vehicle like a cloud car, but the speed is too slow and is too far from the speed of a great practitioner. It is simply a snail. Such a vehicle has no intention of existence.
To be continued...