The woman turned her head quickly, with a faint look of fear on her pretty face, and saw a black spot of light appearing on the horizon in the distance.

It was still far away at first, only the size of a pea, but with a slight shake, it covered a distance of several thousand feet, and the speed was astonishing.

In just a few breaths, the light spot became more than dozens of times larger. Although the figure inside could not be seen clearly, the face of the woman in palace clothes was already ashen.

As the one with the deepest cultivation among this group of monks, even if she is like this, you can imagine the reactions of others.

"No, the old devil is chasing me. Let's go quickly."

"Give me the Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk. I don't have much mana left, so I can't increase my escape speed."

"What should we do? Are we really going to die in this wasteland without any reason?"

Various sounds came into the ears, and the tone of the dozen Nascent Soul monks seemed chaotic and panicked. They were obviously panicked and didn't know how to deal with the situation in front of them.

"Don't make any noise."

After all, the woman in palace attire is the one with the highest level of cultivation. Although she is also uneasy, at this time, she must make the decision.

"Everyone, please don't leave. Eat the Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk to restore your magic power and prepare to defend against the enemy." As the woman spoke, she turned her body around, raised her jade hand, and with dazzling spiritual light, an emerald-green fairy sword emerged.

And out.

It is her natal treasure!

"Defend the enemy, Uncle Master. The opponent is Jia Laomo from the Hundred Poison Sect. Even if we join forces, we will never be able to compete with him." The gray-haired old man murmured into his ears, and his face was full of horror.

Damn it, my uncle made such a decision, it was almost like seeking death.

"Otherwise, what can we do? With Jia Laomo's escape speed, we have chased him to such a close distance. Do you think it would be a good idea for us to continue running away?" The cold voice of the woman in palace clothes reached my ears.

There is no greater sadness than heartbreak. She knows very well how terrifying Jia Lao Mo is. Everyone today may really perish here.

"or……"

The old man hesitated for a moment, but then, a hopeful voice came into his ears: "Let's go separately. Although the other party's strength is outstanding, after all, there is only one person. If we separate, there will always be fish among us who slip through the net."

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The old man's advice may seem reasonable on the surface, but it is actually selfish.

You must know that among their group, except for the female cultivator in palace attire, his strength should be ranked first, and other magical powers aside, he also has quite a lot of experience in terms of speed. In other words, if everyone

If they left separately, he asked himself that his chances of escaping were relatively high.

So what if you are from the same school? At the critical moment, of course, your own life is the most important.

Of course, these words are not enough to tell outsiders, but on the surface, the reason he is looking for is still high-sounding. If the woman in palace clothes is unwilling to perish, there is a high chance that she will agree with his proposal.

There was a cunning look on the old man's face, and he glanced meaningfully at the fellow disciples around him. As for these guys, they were just cannon fodder who helped him escape.

Of course, his expression was fleeting and everyone was in panic at the moment, so naturally they couldn't notice it.

Unexpectedly, the woman shook her head: "It's not appropriate to leave separately."

"Why?"

The old man was a little anxious.

"Jia Laomo is an insect cultivator. If we separate, it will be easier for them to be defeated individually."

The woman in palace clothes sighed and said.

"What, the other party is also good at controlling demonic insects?"

The old man was shocked, but soon a look of absolute certainty flashed in his eyes: "Staying here is the only way to avoid disaster. My nephew still feels that running away separately is the best option."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly put his hands together, and a piece of earth-yellow spiritual light flashed around him. Then the man turned into a startling rainbow and flew forward at a speed nearly half faster than the previous flight.

"Earth Escape Technique, Master Nephew Zhang..."

The other party actually left his fellow disciples and ran away. The woman in palace clothes was shocked and angry. However, at this time, the enemy was facing a powerful enemy, and he could not take action.

But just like that, he was allowed to run away, feeling unwilling to do so. Just as he was hesitating, a chuckle came into his ears.

"Run, where can you run in front of me?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the light ball was getting closer, and he could barely see the figures inside. Then he flicked his sleeves and something about a foot long flew out. At the same time, the insect flew out.

The sound is loud.

"ah!"

The next moment, screams reached the ears. To be fair, according to the standards of Nascent Soul Stage monks, the old man's ability to escape light was already pretty good, but in the eyes of this old demon Jia, it was not good enough.

The demonic insect he sacrificed was also the kind that was good at flying and escaping. After a few ups and downs, it had already rushed in front of the old man. However, the dignified Yuan Ying stage immortal cultivator was not able to fight back at all when faced with a demonic insect that was about a foot long.

none.

It was a scorpion-shaped monster, but its surface was colorful and looked extremely strange. It was crawling on his face and swallowing the old man's blood with large mouthfuls.

"Colorful Scorpion!"

The pupils of the female cultivator in palace attire shrank, and a look of horror appeared on her face. It is said that the poison of this scorpion will cause even the Nascent Soul in the body to fall into coma if it is stung.

The scene in front of him also confirmed the legend. The old man's body was poisoned by a strange poison and he died. However, Yuanying never used teleportation to escape. What if he wasn't in a coma?

"Uncle Master?"

After witnessing this scene, the expressions on the other disciples' faces were extremely frightened, and they lost all will to fight.

The woman sighed, knowing that the lives and deaths of people like her were already in the hands of the other party.

After a few breaths of time, the light group had reached a hundred feet away. When the aura converged, a monk with loose hair in a green robe appeared in front of his eyes.

This man was tall and tall, and although he looked a little older, probably in his early forties, he was still very handsome, and his demeanor was extremely chic.

If he hadn't killed the old man just now, the disciples of Piaomiao Immortal Palace would not have been able to connect him with the legendary Jia Laomo.

However, a woman in palace attire is like facing a formidable enemy. People cannot be judged by appearance, and sea water cannot be measured. Although the opponent has a good skin, he is indeed a ruthless guy.

There is a nickname, called Smiling Tiger.

Although Jia Laomo came here alone, his cultivation level was far superior to his own. He was a peak cultivator in the late stage of clutching and he was also good at controlling demonic insects.

As for Piaomiao Immortal Palace, except for the female cultivator in uterine attire who is in the middle stage of separation and union, the other disciples are just Nascent Soul.

Although there is only one realm between the middle stage and the late stage, their strength is not the same. Moreover, I am just an ordinary middle stage immortal cultivator, while the opponent is also outstanding in the later stage of existence.

Thinking of this, the woman in palace clothes sighed, and her face became even more ugly. (To be continued)
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