"Thank you, brother!" Lu Ye shouted, and his figure swept away like thunder and lightning.

He didn't know who helped him at this critical moment and stopped Wei Que. The only thing he could be sure of was that the other party belonged to the Haotian League.

Maybe it was a helper invited by Li Baxian, or maybe it was just passing by here, but no matter what, they finally escaped.

Lu Ye rejoiced and moved on.

After a while, he got down, found a hidden place, and recuperated a bit. The continuous running all the way was really tiring, and he must not let go of any opportunity to repair himself.

After only one stick of incense, there was a burst of sound of breaking through the air above the head, obviously the monks from Wanmo Ridge were chasing after them.

Now his location will be exposed every hour, and there is no way to hide it completely. Although he is safe now, his location will be exposed again in a while, so he has to leave quickly and can't stay in one place for too long, otherwise everyone who gathers There are too many monks in Moling, he must be surrounded.

After eating something and swallowing some panacea, Lu Ye embarked on the road of escape again.

There is no rush to activate the flying wing spirit pattern, and the location has not been revealed yet, so don't be too impatient.

Half an hour later, guessing that the blood-colored beam of light was about to erupt again, Lu Ye urged the flying wing spirit pattern again, galloping like lightning.

The road to escape is extremely difficult, and the secret technique of the tracing disk cannot be cracked at all. Every time his position is exposed, a large number of monks from Wanmo Ridge will chase him. There are too few of them.

He could only flee desperately, buying himself as much time as possible, praying that the hunting grounds would close as soon as possible.

However, this time the heavenly secrets did not seem to favor him too much. The hunting ground shrouded in bloody light curtains showed no sign of closing at all. On the hunting list hanging high in the sky, Lu Ye's ranking continued to drop. It's now number seven.

He encountered a few eighth- and ninth-level monks who were difficult to contend with, but it usually didn't take long before someone from the Haotian League would step in and stop the pursuers for him.

One time may be a coincidence, two or three times is the connection between Li Baxian and Feng Yuechan.

Now in the hunting ground, Wanmo Ridge is chasing and killing Lu Ye so aggressively, how can they hide it from the cultivators of the Haotian Union? At first, many people didn't know what happened, but after Li Baxian and Feng Yuechan asked some people to take action, the news spread quickly.

As a result, in many places, monks from the two camps are fighting fiercely, and people continue to die.

According to the progress of the hunting grounds in the past, when this kind of hunting grounds may be closed at any time, except for the few strong ones who are vying for the hunting list, most people will choose to go dormant, because the benefits and opportunities they deserve have basically been obtained. The point of time is naturally to protect oneself as the main purpose.

But this time the situation was completely different from the past. As time passed, the struggle between the monks of the two camps not only did not subside, but intensified.

High in the sky, Lu Ye's figure flitted across, blessed with the two spirit patterns of Feiyi and Fengxing, and the speed far exceeded his own limit.

However, a few miles away behind him, there is a stream of light relentlessly chasing him, and another stream of light is rapidly approaching more than ten miles away.

A little closer is an eighth-level monk, and a little farther away is a ninth-level monk.

With Lu Ye's current speed, only monks at the eighth or ninth floor could catch up with him.

Originally, three people were chasing and killing them, but not long ago, a strong man from the Haotian League made a move and entangled one person, so now there are only two left.

But even so, Lu Ye was chased to nowhere.

Whether it is the eighth or ninth level, the distance to him is getting closer. Obviously, in terms of speed, the two of them will surpass Lu Ye, especially the ninth level, which is extremely close.

At this time, more than a day has passed since he started his great escape. With his third-level cultivation base, he has persisted for so long under the pursuit of many experts from Wanmo Ridge. No one will believe him if he tells it. With the help of Shaohao Tianmeng powerhouses, the most important thing is that his own speed is fast enough.

But it has reached the limit, among other things, there is not much spiritual power left in his body, even if he has been swallowing the elixir, he can't hold on anymore.

There is also mental pressure. Running between life and death like this is a huge burden on a person's mind.

But even so, he has no intention of giving up. JrNovels.com