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    The huge flying boat has descended to the lower level of the Blue Sky Realm. The huge hull seems to be covered by dark clouds. The surrounding vitality tide is dancing with blue fire, which is a sign that the temperature has risen to the extreme.

    Just as it was about to break out of the range of the vitality tide, a short flash of light suddenly lit up at the tail of the giant boat. A shuttle separated from the giant boat and drove away at high speed in the opposite direction.

    The shuttle is a small temporary transport tool on the giant ship. It is against common sense and absolutely unsafe to suddenly fly away before it has completely broken through the tide of vitality.

    Some people were obviously caught off guard. Several powerful auras rose up from the giant boat, but most of them quickly calmed down. Only one soared into the air, coming from across the air.

    "continue!"

    Wen Yang calmly issued the order. Wen Yang paid for the shuttle and made up his mind from the beginning not to return it.

    At this time, the leader of the guards was in control, and the others were crowded in the small cabin. Except for Wen Yang, no one really understood what happened.

    Mrs. Wu noticed the strong force rising on the cross-border flying boat, and she probably knew how dangerous it was before, but she was full of doubts.

    She has gone through the whole process and has some guesses, but she is still not sure who the enemy is that threatens the lives of their mother and son.

    "Master Wen Yang, they"

    "They are some of my classmates."

    ""

    Mrs. Wu was stunned for a while before responding: "Why? Isn't the Patriarch of Light Spectroscopy already"

    "There are many people in the world who follow the trend and try to please others. The ancestor will not embarrass you, but some people will try to figure out what is better for you."

    Is that really so?

    Mrs. Wu didn¡¯t say anything, but she didn¡¯t believe it in her heart.  It feels like Wen Yang has some "taboo" meaning.

    She also discovered that the interior of Shifang Zhen Palace was much more complicated than imagined.

    Even if the Nine-Xuan True Yang Demonic Body hadn't appeared, sending one's own child there would never have been a good choice.

    No matter what, Wen Yang¡¯s help is real, and Mrs. Wu also wants to express her gratitude.

    She never thought about the possibility of "acting" because it was simply unnecessary.

    Wen Yang¡¯s answer is also very simple:

    "This matter is partly caused by me, so naturally it must be resolved in my hands, and the clear name in the palace must not be ruined."

    Just after saying a few words, the air machine coming from the air had already locked this side, and Changhong hung in the air, spanning hundreds of miles at an incredible speed.  In an instant, he passed the shuttle that had flown a considerable distance, and the light and shadow transformed into a magnificent seven-color vortex.

    Although the speed of the shuttle is quite impressive, the flexibility is really nothing to praise.  He actually bumped into the whirlpool before his eyes.

    People in the cabin couldn't help but exclaimed.

    At this moment, Wen Yang formed a seal in his hand, and invisible waves spread from outside his body. It had no effect on the people inside the shuttle. Once it was formed outside, there were thousands of vibrations in an instant, so that the void  There are visible ripples.

    Invisible shock waves collide with the colorful vortex, the colored light is distorted, and the shuttle is deflected.

    The two narrowly missed each other, and because of the high speed of the shuttle, they were tens of miles apart in an instant.

    No one can be seen behind, but the powerful Qi machine sweeps past, still making people feel like they have fallen into an ice cellar.

    Wen Yang frowned and said to the leader of the guards:

    ¡°Go straight south!¡±

    "Where is South?"

    The leader of the guards was already a little confused. Wen Yang pointed him in the direction and then opened the shuttle door.

    Mrs. Wu exclaimed:

    "Mr. Wen?"

    Wen Yang had no expression on his face: "I went to stop him. Now we are far away from the ship. Except for me, Senior Brother Lan, no one else will catch up. You can go all the way south and fly out of the northern wasteland. You should be safe."  "

    In the strong wind, Wen Yang's figure left the cabin and fell backwards, only for a breath or so.

    (This chapter is not finished yet, please turn the page.) At that moment, a series of explosions sounded from behind, and someone¡¯s long laughter was as clear as in my ears, even against the howling wind:

    "Junior brother Wen, I used to think that your bones were frozen, but today I know that you are still so fierce! It's a pity that you can't distinguish between the inside and the outside. You must have been burned and confused!"

    Wen Yang remained silent from beginning to end, and the cabin door was closed, blocking out the howling wind.

    The shuttle flew hundreds of miles away, and the sound of the explosion was no longer heard.

    Mrs. Wu was in a trance, and then heard the guard leader's calm voice:

    "Madam, I'm afraid this thing can't fly too far"

    The shuttle is originally used for short-distance transfers.The structure of the talisman array is not made for long distance travel.

    But the problem is that this is the Northern Wilderness, the heart of the Shifang Zhen Palace. With the "greeting" from the Patriarch of Spectrum, how should we spend the long distance ahead?

    Mrs. Wu pressed her hand on her forehead, hoping to gain temporary clarity from the nightmare situation.

    But no matter what, she had no other choice.

    The shuttle flew through the sky and quickly disappeared into the vast sky.

    *

    As the sun and moon moved, and the light and darkness changed several times, Mrs. Wu could no longer figure out how many days and nights she had spent in the real world, and how far she was from her goal?

    The shuttle maintained a much closer distance than they imagined. It only flew about three thousand miles before it had to land.

    At this time, there were still tens of thousands of miles away from the southern border of Beihuang. Wen Yang did not follow up. It was not known whether his help ended here or was beyond his power.

    Mrs. Wu would rather be the former.

    Being in an unfamiliar place, Mrs. Wu and her party encountered unprecedented difficulties. I don¡¯t know where the news came from. A group of Northern Wilderness monks were like bloodthirsty piranhas. After smelling the blood, they swarmed over.

    Mrs. Wu almost thought that the group of people had become the public enemies of Beihuang.  But thinking about the Patriarch of Light Distribution, this is also what it should be.

    In times of great calamity, one can see the human heart.

    "Compared to Wen Yang, who did not hesitate to break with her fellow sects and help them, she had trained guards for dozens or hundreds of years, but her true form was revealed.

    ¡°Perhaps because Shifang Zhen Palace¡¯s reputation was too great and the pressure on them was too strong, the day after the shuttle landed and fled, people¡¯s hearts were already restless.

    On the third day, a guard died in a conflict with a local monk, which became a fatal inducement.

    Overnight, half of the eight guards were dispersed. One day, the remaining two guards even became rebellious and attracted local thugs to capture them all.

    If it weren't for the guard leader's desperate effort to cut off the queen, mother and son would have become prisoners.

    Now, in this vast yellow sky, only mother and son are left.

    Almost all of the vast Northern Wilderness is within the sphere of influence of the Shifang Zhen Palace. Although there are upright people like Wen Yang in the palace, Mrs. Wu has no way to place her hope in illusory morality and justice. She can only lie down day and night,  Panic-stricken, like a bereaved dog, we trudge towards the south.

    In Taidu Yunjie, Mrs. Wu is considered to be from a well-known family and has been pampered and well-off all her life. Wu Zhai has been well-fed and well-fed since he was a child. Although training is difficult, he has never been on the line of life and death like he is now.

    For the mother and son, this is undoubtedly an unimaginable disaster.

    But in such adversity, both mother and son inspired the tenacity in their bones.

    Not to mention Mrs. Wu, Wu Zhai was actually very stubborn at such a young age. After the death of the guard leader, he almost stopped talking. He just followed his mother and traveled long distances. In addition to traveling every day, he practiced practice. After more than ten days, it seemed that he was  Just like a different person.

    Mrs. Wu looked both happy and sad.

    No matter what, both mother and son are still alive, and they are getting closer and closer to the border of the Northern Wilderness, while the pursuers in the rear are getting further and further away from them, giving them some breathing time.

    (This chapter is not finished, please turn the page.) In the early hours of that night, Mrs. Wu discovered a canyon. It was really rare in the northern wilderness where the flat sand and yellow mountains reached into the sky. The most important thing was that there was a stream winding away.  , I don¡¯t know where it leads.

    Mrs. Wu has already reached a certain level of cultivation. It doesn¡¯t hurt to go without water and rice for a while. Wu Zhai is still young, but food and water are absolutely indispensable.

    Of course, Mrs. Wu also knew very well that the place next to the water source was the place where her whereabouts were most likely to be exposed, so she had to be extremely careful.

    After spending about half an hour scouting and confirming that there was no threat, Mrs. Wu and her son entered the canyon.

    It was already daytime, and both mother and son were very sleepy after a night's flight earlier, but this was by no means a good place to rest. They might run into some Northern Wasteland monks who came here to rest, and that would be troublesome.  downright.

    She didn't know what she was afraid of. She had just collected some clear water, and the light flashed in mid-air, flying over the canyon. Mrs. Wu's heart trembled. No matter who it was, she carried Wu Zhai on her back and did not dare to fly away.  For a while, he couldn't find a good hiding place, so he could only use the branches and rocks to cover his body and hide his energy.

    Fortunately, these people did not stop here, they were probably just passing through.

    After waiting for a long time, there was no movement. Mrs. Wu was half relieved, but she became more and more afraid to stay here any longer. She didn't bother to wash up. She hurriedly collected some water and followed the route she had found in advance.??path and prepare to leave this dangerous place.

    But after walking less than a hundred steps, Wu Zhai suddenly stiffened on his back.

    Mrs. Wu is naturally the most sensitive to her beloved son¡¯s reaction:

    "Zhai'er?"

    "Momthere is someone!"

    Mrs. Wu¡¯s heart was suddenly agitated. Even her children had seen it. Why didn¡¯t she feel anything at all?

    Xun Sheng turned his head, only to see a green pine sticking out from the side halfway up the canyon, twisting and turning with powerful force.

    Just under the shadow of the pine cover, there was a person with a face like a crown of jade, plain white robes, sitting leaning against the tree, holding a scroll, looking very elegant and elegant.

    Sensing Mrs. Wu¡¯s gaze, this man¡¯s thoughts seemed to have just come out of the text, and he was a little surprised. Then he smiled slightly and stood up:

    "The wall stands ten feet high, blocking the vast yellow sand; the stream is shin-high, and can wash away the dust of thousands of miles. You two must have worked hard coming from afar, so you can take a bath for a while to relieve your sleepiness."

    This person seems to be the landlord of this canyon, showing his hospitality.

    Mrs. Wu felt strange in her heart, but she was caught by the light of her eyes. She lowered her eyes inexplicably and saw her face reflected in the stream.

    She comes from a wealthy family and is the most generous person. However, she has been running hard for many days and can't even bother to wash up. At this time, she is unkempt and has never been so embarrassed in her life.

    This gurgling stream has infinite temptation in an instant.

    But after many days of struggling on the line between life and death, her willpower became more refined. She came back to her senses when she was startled, ignored the appearance problem, just suppressed her uneasiness, and asked calmly:

    "This fellow Taoist"

    The monk in white actually bowed: "Ignorant Xu Qinglanah, this is my fault."

    While speaking, the monk in white clothes saw his own clothes, he laughed dumbly, turned around, and in an instant, clear light surrounded his body, and his clothes were flying.  Mrs. Wu, mother and son both had flowers in front of their eyes. When they looked again, they saw that they were not just white-robed scholars, they were clearly a jade-white Taoist priest

    Women's crown.

    *

    (Recommend Meng Yishang's new book "The Burning Sky Sword Lord". In the vast world, heroes stand side by side, and thousands of races compete for hegemony. There are countless grievances and grievances, and invasions from outside the territory destroy all living beings. Where is the hot-blooded man? The young man travels across the Fire Spirit Continent, traversing the world.  Happy grudges, fighting heroes of all races, killing monks from outside the region, one sword shining coldly across the eighteen states, with the sword in hand asking who is in charge of the world? Link: http://bookzongheng/book/490366html)

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