258: C258 Tracking

C258 Tracking

Just as Xiao Jian escaped from where he was standing, a wisp of Wu Xing Yan's Yuan consciousness shot towards the ancient tree where Xiao Jian had just stood.

After failing to find any trace of Xiao Jian, Wu Xing Yan continued to fight with a puzzled look on his face. However, he muttered in his heart, Did I sense wrongly just now?"

The battle between the warriors on the ground had become extremely dangerous after more than a dozen warriors from the Black Flame Sect had joined the battle. There were many casualties amongst the warriors of the Black Devil Sect.

Mu Yaner kept shouting. The sound of the bamboo flute in her mouth became even more rapid. Her body was twisting more and more frequently, and the degree of her body twisting was also gradually increasing. In the black smoke in front of her, it was all Mu Yaner's dancing figure.

Mu Yaner's dancing seemed to have some kind of magic. When the warriors of Tiger Shark Squad and Black Flame Sect saw it, they were even more like demons, and their eyes became dull. Slowly, she inserted the weapon in her hand into the brothers and comrades beside her.

"Demon girl! Prepare to die!" In the Black Flame Sect, there was a bewitching young man dressed in green brocade clothes. Between his eyebrows, there was a purple flame mark. It was emitting a burning aura. Furthermore, the purple flame mark between the eyebrows of the azure-clothed youth - The purple flame on it pulsated slightly. It was as if a real flame was dancing between his eyebrows.

"Purple Crystal Flame Transformation, Purple Crystal Grand Roc!" Following the angry shout of the demonic youth, a wisp of purple flame shot out from between his brows.

Along with the seals formed by the demonic young man's hands, it instantly transformed into a Amethyst Roc. Its wings were over forty feet long. Its violet wings seemed incomparably noble. It was like the king of birds. It carried an unparalleled aura. With a flap of his wings, flames appeared. Boom! It was as if he was in the air. It was like a purple rain of fire.

If it wasn't for the fact that the rain of flames was a weapon that could harm people's lives, it would have been a beautiful scene.

"Zi! Zi!" Wisps of black smoke rose from the intersection of the two.

"Wuwu! Wuwu! " The whimpers of young girls could be heard from the black smoke. It was as if the young girl had suffered a great grievance due to some sad matter.

The sound of her crying sounded like she was heartbroken, causing people to feel even more pitiful. It was truly sad for those who heard it, and they shed tears when they smelled it.

The warriors of Tiger Shark Squad and Black Flame Sect, and many of the weaker Early and Mid Essence Master Stage warriors threw away their weapons. Their faces were filled with sadness, heartache, and pity.

However, Mu Yaner was also flustered under the Purple Crystal Fire Rain. The bamboo flute in her mouth was forced to stop. The black fog in front of her started to violently roll and fluctuate, and it could dissipate at any moment.

Shun Tubao looked at the sorrowful expressions of his subordinates and the weapons that fell to the ground. The corner of his mouth was wide open, and his cheeks were puffed up. A tiger's roar that shook the mountains and forests rang out.

"Roar of a fierce tiger!" It was a kind of sound wave technique. A loud and clear tiger's roar completely shook the disciples out of the state of grief.

Everyone came back to their senses and looked at each other. They looked at the weapons that fell to the ground with a confused expression.

"Embarrassing thing! Hurry up and pick up the weapons!" Shun Tubao shouted loudly. All the Tiger Shark Squad warriors immediately quivered. They hurriedly picked up the weapons on the ground and rushed towards the Black Devil Sect warriors once again.

In just a short period of time, another fifty-six warriors of the Black Devil Sect were killed or injured. Only seven or eight of them were left.

Mu Yaner's pretty face was filled with seriousness. On her body, a black and bright barrier slowly turned. They were all Essence General Stage warriors.

Xiao Jian was watching them from the side. They were no different from him, young men and women who were only a few years old at most. He couldn't help but feel touched in his heart. The more they interacted and walked, the more young geniuses they saw.

The bamboo flute in Mu Yaner's mouth released a few more sounds. It was a unique flute symbol. The old madman who was fighting in the air also emitted a few continuous notes from the bamboo flute. It was as if he was responding to Mu Yaner who was on the ground.

After Mu Yaner heard the reply from the old madman's flute in the air, her footsteps unconsciously retreated.

"Chaotic Heart Melody!" "Flute! Flute! Flute!" A high pitched sound came from the bamboo flute in Mu Yaner's hand. That high and wild note, It was like a tune that confused the hearts of people, causing all the martial artists to hear it. A violent aura rose in their hearts. In their eyes. . . It was gradually replaced by a layer of red light. His mood was restless and his personality had changed greatly. His anger had increased greatly. Usually, there would be some unfairness, grievance, and anger in his heart. Like a fuse, it had been ignited. It completely erupted. He rushed towards his teammate. Especially those who were usually in conflict with each other, at this moment. . . It completely broke out.

While everyone was in chaos, Mu Yaner took advantage of the moment when her feet touched the ground and turned into a mass of black smoke. After a few flashes, she scuttled to the side of the mountain forest and disappeared.

"Tiger Roar Forest!" Shun Tubao shouted again.

All the warriors woke up one after another. Shun Tubao gave an order and then followed the young master of Black Flame Sect, Wu Jing, and chased after Mu Yaner.

As Shun Tubao ran, he jumped like a fierce tiger. With just one step, he was seventy to eighty feet away. His speed was extremely fast. In the middle of the mountain forest, it was like there was no one there.

Wu Jing tapped his feet together, his figure elegant and swift. It was like a dancing flame, swaying along with the wind, drifting erratically. He also flashed a few times and chased after Mu Yaner and Shun Tubao.

After the three of them left, Xiao Jian pondered for a moment, and a light breeze wrapped around his body. It was only a few spots below his feet, and he quickly followed.

Xiao Jian's entire person was like a gentle breeze as he shuttled through the forest. As if he was taking a stroll in his garden, he closely followed behind the three of them. His aura had been restrained to the extreme, like a mortal who did not know any martial arts, making it impossible for the three of them to notice that there was another person following behind them.2

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