The evil mist is billowing, and no one can see through the evil spirit that has arisen due to the war. In the past, in a world filled with spiritual energy, magic and supernatural powers could be used at will, and even seeing through Yin and Yang was not difficult. But now, evil spirits permeate the entire world, forcing many small sects and casual cultivators to change their practice methods. Changed to food evil. Due to the distortion and change of the rules of heaven and earth, most spells are no longer usable, and even if they can be used, their power is greatly reduced. This makes many casual cultivators who changed their practice method early, after such a long time, much stronger than those monks from the big sects who cling to the spiritual power of their ancestors and are unwilling to change. And the practice method is also changing. If you don't look at the erosion of the wind of breaking the law at the boundary of heaven and earth, and don't look at the various practitioners in so many foreign countries in the world wailing in the wind of breaking the law, then at this time This world is the best time for many monks to rise. When the monk in the Qing army saw that one escaping, his face instantly became extremely ugly. Obviously, he could not leave with his evil soldiers. Facing the coming siege, he suddenly shouted road. "Yi Yan, do you still remember the Ruyi Celestial Master who explained the Tao and solved your doubts for you in the Tibetan Army in the past?" The young monk who was about to fall into siege shouted loudly. As soon as these words came out, not only Yi Yan was stunned for a moment, but the other two monks from the Taiping Army who were surrounding him were also stunned for a moment and glanced in the direction of Yi Yan. However, they only glanced at each other. A monk opened his mouth wide, and a loud roar as low as thunder appeared. His head opened with his big mouth, and white light surged out of his mouth. The white light was like countless dust particles, and among the white light was a huge white one. The shark rushed out, swung its tail, and created waves in the void, surging in all directions. The monk's face blurred for a moment under the white shark carrying him down the waves. The corners of his mouth opened and closed as if he were talking. Yi Yan could not be heard, and there was only the sound of the waves in his ears. The divine power of fortune-telling moved in response to his heart, and the origin of the monk who turned into a giant white shark was immediately imprinted in Yi Yan's heart. This was a monk from the ocean. To be precise, he was a demon, the white shark demon. His name was Just call him Mr. Bai. The monk who called out Yi Yan's name under the waves waved his hand, and a spiritual light rushed out. The spiritual light turned into a giant tiger and fought with the white shark in the blink of an eye. The evil spirit was already stirring here, soaring into the sky, and a tiger and a shark turned into two groups of brilliance entangled together. There was a stalemate for a while, but he was only one person. Yi Yan and another monk on the Taiping Army side had not yet taken action. He could not escape with his evil soldiers, so he chose to escape alone. I saw him turn around and shoot up into the sky. His whole body was quickly lifted up and lengthened in the void. His hands were drawn in front of him. Flames flashed and turned into a pair of dragon claws. His clothes turned into scales. The whole thing turned into a dragon and rushed towards the sky. It was not a real dragon with a physical body, but an illusory dragon shadow. This dragon shadow shot straight into the sky, but another monk took a big breath of evil breath when he turned into a dragon shadow and wanted to escape. , the whole person suddenly swelled up as if filled with air, and became as big as a towering tree. Just when the dragon shadow was flying into the sky, he waved his big sleeves, and the sleeves covered the sky and the sun. The roaring roar spread. "Qiankun." A cold curse sound came from the void, and the cuffs of the sleeves instantly became dark and dark, as if leading to another world. The dragon's shadow shrank rapidly under the cuffs. , it struggled to swing its body, struggling in the void, but it still kept sliding towards the cuffs, and kept shrinking, and finally turned into a small snake that was about an inch long and was taken in. The giant tiger over there also turned into a tiger head mark at this moment and was swallowed into the mouth by the white shark. When the monk used the tiger seal magic weapon, Yi Yan was sure that it was a disciple of Longhu Mountain. Yi Yan did not move. The white shark demon named Baijun and another monk did not look at Yi Yan, but turned around and left with the evil soldiers. They didn't stop or give in at all because of the Longhu Mountain disciple's words. It can be seen that they didn't take the Longhu Mountain disciple's words to heart, or they thought that Yi Yan would not do anything, or in their opinion Lai Yiyan couldn't do anything to them, so he had no scruples. Yi Yan watched them disappear quickly in the evil mist with their evil soldiers. He slowly opened his hands, and a light of light transformed into a person in his palm. It was the disciple of Longhu Mountain, a man who looked less than 20 years old. He is a monk, but the growth rings in his pupils clearly indicate that he is at least in his forties. It just seems that her cultivation level is much worse than that of Zhang Caiwei. Two years ago, Yi Yan asked Zhang Caiwei how many tribulations she had survived. She said that she had survived five tribulations, but her strength was similar to that of monks from other sects. But she is much higher than her. The Shushan disciple Qicheng is only one calamity away from her, but he can't even meet her. Not only him, but also others like the human Taoist from LijiangThe Confucian monk and the one from Maoshan were also defeated cleanly. "I don't know what Zhang Caiwei's cultivation is now, but the girl Celestial Master who always asks others if they want to see the power of 'Dragon and Tiger Ruyi' flashes in Yi Yan's mind. The Longhushan disciple in the light of the palm said: "Hu Yuan, a disciple of Longhushan, a poor Taoist, hopes that fellow Taoist can save Pindao's life. Longhushan will definitely thank you deeply." The voice was urgent and short, and the words fell. Then they dispersed. This was the spiritual message that the Longhu Mountain disciple named Hu Yuan sent out at the last moment after he was taken into his sleeve. The two monks did not notice that even Yi Yan had to wait until the spiritual light emerged from the void in front of him. found. Yi Yan himself can also transmit spiritual sounds, but his method of transmission can be seen by any practitioner, and it is also very easy to be intercepted. Compared with the transmission in Longhu Mountain, it is simply a world of difference. "Boom" A flash of lightning suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by thunder. The lightning flashed across the world filled with evil spirits due to the war, and it shined through in an instant. There seemed to be a kind of law of heaven and earth contained in the lightning. Yi Yan saw people killing each other in front, back, left, right, far and near, and some secretly. Someone was sneaking around looking for the enemy. There was a group of Qing soldiers not far away from Yi Yan. When Yi Yan saw them, they also saw Yi Yan. The lightning flashed away, and the two sides moved almost at the same time. The group of Qing soldiers rushed towards Yi Yan, while Yi Yan quickly passed through an uninterrupted gap in front of him. This day is destined to be a night of killing. The rain pours down, and the water evil spirit in the rain is overwhelming, making most people's movements slow down in the rain. However, there are people who become more agile like fish in the water. Yi Yan could no longer think about anything else. He had no choice but to rush out with his more than seventy evil soldiers. Some people can take their evil soldiers to escape from a certain area in a short time, but they cannot take them away for a long time. First, they do not have the ability, and second, the evil soldiers cannot bear it. The rainwater flowing on the ground slowly changed color. At first it was only light red, but slowly, it turned into deep red. There were broken limbs and rolling heads everywhere on the ground. Yi Yan charged and killed again and again, escaping and counterattacking again and again. There were more and more people around him, and they were all scattered soldiers. Among them, there were evil soldiers under other monks who followed Yi Yan and the others after they were scattered. Yi Yan only felt that the depth of this encirclement was too long. He and his men rushed forward so far, but they still didn't break out. Occasionally, they would meet other monks and join forces to rush forward, but it wouldn't take long for them to break out again. They would be scattered. The people around Yi Yan dispersed and gathered again. He didn't know how many people he had killed or how many monks he had encountered. He thought he was going to die several times. There, he survived in the end. When everything in front of him suddenly became empty, he knew he had rushed out. "And he was followed by more than 300 evil soldiers, as well as many old, weak, women and children, adding up to a total of more than 500 people. And his own evil soldiers only have fifty-seven people. The sun is high in the sky, and it has been fighting in the fog for so long. Yi Yan has even forgotten when the rain stopped. He did not stop. After looking up at the sky, he grabbed a handful of wind in the void, and then put his hands to his ears. He listened to the message in the wind. There were so many people behind him, and all of them were injured. Some still need to be supported. Yi Yan could clearly understand the situation of the more than 300 evil soldiers with just a thought. Although the evil soldiers he had trained himself were all injured, the gravity of the evil energy on their bodies had increased by one at this time. steps, and their faces are not as tired as other evil soldiers. Because they have the Ning Shen Talisman engraved by Yi Yan on them, as long as they walk quietly for a while, their 'gods' can be restored. A person will be tired, and of course it is not just the physical body that is tired,' God's will also become weak and trapped. Yi Yan took them in one direction, which was deep in the mountains and forests. He heard from the wind the direction in which the main force in front was leaving, but he did not follow it. Because he felt that there might be Qing troops ahead, and there was no reason why the Qing troops would not let them leave easily. But thinking about it on the other hand, Hong Xiuquan and the others were among the main force. There was no reason why they would not know that their whereabouts would be known by the Qing army. Therefore, regardless of what kind of strategy they had in their pursuit and escape, Yi Yan decided to temporarily escape into the mountains. "But in this vast mountain, will there be an ambush? Will there be Qing troops waiting for me to hide in?" The evil spirit is rising in the mountains, and it is hard to see clearly. And Hong Xiuquan in the distance was also facing a group of people at this time.The problem is that behind him there is a powerful Qing army chasing them, and they can't get rid of it no matter what. "Report, the Qing army has been chasing ten miles away." Suddenly someone came to report, Hong Xiuquan's eyelids jumped involuntarily, Yang Xiuqing's face was splashed with blood, after hearing the news, he looked a little ferocious, and said in a deep voice: " The soldiers are too tired to fight, the enemy is strong and we are weak, and we cannot win unless we have a plan." "What is the plan?" Xiao Chaogui asked. "This plan is not a strategy between ordinary mortals, but a method of monks. At this time, the only way to ask those monks is what magic can they use to get rid of the pursuers behind them." Hong Xiuquan suddenly said: "Invite them" His voice was low, with a hint of hoarseness. Yang Qingqing looked at Hong Xiuquan's eyes as heavy as water, and his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up. Hong Xiuquan would show this lowness at critical moments.