Chapter 1572: Magic Road

"Don't run away!" At this moment, a voice came from outside the door.
God, that Ai Mi has arrived.
"You are Ximenyu, the master of the Broken King?"
At this time, a man flew, blocking any way to Ximenyu.
"Who are you?" Ximen Yu asked in horror.
"Huh, I am a fatal person, Ximenyu, you are so arrogant, I thought that I would dare to bully the Super Academy by virtue of a Northern Cold Shrine."
"You really are the cultivator of the Super Academy."
"Ha ha ha!" Ai Mi laughed in horror, and Xi Menyu didn't know that they were demons.
In fact, no matter whether it is a fairy or a magician, there is no difference in appearance.
Only in the end, after successful cultivation to the highest level, that is, after nine thunder disasters, it will soar. The immortal repairer soars into the fairy realm, the demon repairer enters the demon realm, and the demon repairer enters the demon realm, the only difference is that. Of course, now it is said that the ascension is too far away, and there is no illusion to reach Thunder Tribulation. There is no one on the whole earth who has cultivated into a fairy, and Ximen Yu has not even begun the first step of the most basic cultivation of a fairy.
"Ximenyu, let's die." Ai Mi said fiercely, and those who repaired the devil were even more cruel.
At this time, Wan Jun's voice sounded in the ring.
"Senior Wanjun, you finally woke up. What should I do? A fairy repairer wants to kill me."
Wanjun said: "It should be like a demon, but I didn't expect that this small earth actually has a demon." Wanjun was a little surprised, even in the third era of her life, she rarely saw it. Devilish.
"Senior Wanjun, what should I do?"
"Run away, there is no way. I am just a crippled soul, and I may be able to save you at all. However, I will help you to break through his restraint on you, and then you ride your airship, the speed should be very fast, he can not catch up. Then You immediately go to the Yanhuang Clan, do not go to the Beihan Shrine, because the road is too far, too late. The Yanhuang Clan is a righteous monk, and will naturally clean up this magic road."
Wanjun immediately used her power to break through the of Ai Mi.
"Huh!" Ximenyu's ball flying boat flew in an instant.
"Ah!" Ai Mi was shocked, trying to escape, no way.
I don't know what means this Ai Mi has. His body is meal by meal, very fast, or Ximenyu's ball flying boat is still attacked by him, and his speed is greatly reduced.
The speed of the ball flying boat should be greatly reduced.
"Oops, the flying boat became so slow." Ximenyu felt it. The flying boat seemed to be pulling something very heavy, and the flying speed was reduced by many times.
"Xiao Wang Ba, don't you want to run! I personally came to kill you, if I still let you escape, what other face do I have to go back, you can't escape." Ai Mi shouted from behind, and was not by Simon Yula under.
"Senior Wanjun!" Ximen Yu shouted.
Unfortunately, Wan Jun did not answer.
"Don't sleep."
Yes, Wan Jun's soul was already weak and weak. The first time was to help Ximen Yu to be chased by the famous gods and to control the Kunpeng bird. He slept for more than a year. The second time was to help Ximen Yu integrate into the broken souls of millions of cultivators, to be faithful to Ximen Yu, and fell asleep again. Now it's hard to wake up and help Ximen Yu break through Aymi's bondage.
In short, Wan Jun always seems to be sleeping because of helping Ximen Yu, who owes her.
Ximenyu can only escape on his own, the destination is the Yanhuang people.
Ai Mi followed in the chase, but it seems that Ai Mi did not know that Ximenyu was going to the Yanhuang Clan, he was not familiar with the topography of Huaxia.
"Hahaha, little king bastard, you should die, although you have an escape flying boat, but it can't save you, my consciousness locks you, even the corners of the world can't escape. Moreover, your flying boat is still pulled by my consciousness Then, it will soon disintegrate, and you have only one way to die." Ai Mi's voice sounded in Ximenyu's ear.
Seeing with the naked eye, Ximenyu did not know where Ai Mi was in the rear, but chased after about four or five kilometers behind. But his consciousness actually locked the flying boat, so he casually passed the message to Ximenyu.
Ximenyu was frightened. The energy of the Immortal Cultivator was so strong that no matter where he went, Ximenyu could not get rid of it.
However, Ximenyu only hopes to stick to the Yanhuang people.
Although the Yanhuang tribe is not Ximenyu, the immortal cultivators of the Yanhuang tribe do not like Ximenyu, but they are ultimately the right path monk, Ai Mi, the devil, has only one dead path.
Soon, Ximenyu arrived at the Yanhuang clan, and he had seen it from afar.
"Haha! Saved!" Ximen Yu felt relieved.
"Huh!" Ximen Yu rushed into the hills of the Yanhuang people.
"Who?" Some Yanxian cultivators seemed to sense something.
"It's me, I'm Ximenyu, the master of the Emperor's Gate. I'm being hunted down by the demon repairer in the Abido prison in the United States for protection."
"Huangmen Gate Master Ximenyu?"
"Yes, I have no time to go to Beihan Shrine, I can only come here to disturb."
"Magic Road?"
At this time, the strongest Yanhuang Cultivator said: "Everyone shields the breath, don't let the other party find out, I want to see what kind of demons are."
"it is good!"
The three immortal cultivators of the Yanhuang tribe did not control Ximenyu, and they really concentrated on dealing with the demonic cultivators.
The Ai Mi in the rear didn't sense anything, after all, it was just a low-level immortal.
"Ximenyu, why don't you run away?" Ai Mi's message came from Ximenyu's ear.
Ai Mi sensed that Ximenyu did not escape, but did not sense the existence of the three immortals.
Almost a few minutes later, Ai Mi flew and blinked.
"Bold Demon Dao, dare to come to my eastern land." The three immortal cultivators of the Yanhuang tribe rushed up and surrounded Ai Mi.
"Ah!" Ai Mi was shocked and asked, "Where is this?"
"Humph, this is the place of the Yanhuang people."
"Yanhuang Clan!" Ai Mi was even more shocked. The Yanhuang Clan's prestige was naturally heard of. The world's several secret ancient tribes, the Yanhuang Cultivator, are estimated to be 50 or 60.
Perhaps for Huayu Star and Cangyue Star, there are not many fifty-sixty, but on Earth, it is very much.
"The mean Wangba kid." Ai Mi glared at Ximen Yu, and even led him to the Yanhuang clan.
Ximenyu laughed: "Hahaha, Demon Dao, you die. Today, the immortal practitioners of the Yanhuang Clan will destroy you."
"Humph! Three Taoist friends of the Yan and Huang tribes, I have no grievances with you, no need to be so!"
"Magic Road, don't want to leave when you come."
"Wait, I have one more sentence to say." Ai Mi said.
"Say, let you leave a last word."
"Huh!" At this time, a blood dance flew out of Ai Mi, and Ai Mi disappeared as a blood dance.
"Ah, he pretended to repair and escaped! We were deceived and thought he really had some last words to say."