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With that, he disappeared in front of Mu Qiuqiu in the blink of an eye.

Mu Qiuqiu clenched his fist tightly and wiped away the tears on his face.

”Stinky guy, you want to get rid of me? ”In your dreams?”

After he finished speaking, he followed in the direction Lu Beiyou left in.

Lu Beiyou increased his speed to the maximum. Along the way, he discovered quite a few corpses, and they had clearly gone through an intense battle.

had met one of the party before. It was precisely the troop that Lu Shouhuang had brought along, but he had not seen the black armor. Thinking back to what Li Nanju had said before, it seemed like the black armor did not receive the news immediately, which was why it could not protect Lu Shouhuang in time.

On the other side, there was a body covered with white armor. The aura it gave off belonged to cultivators in the martial cultivation realm.

It might not be enough for Lu Beiyou, but according to what Li Nanju had said, the twenty thousand elite soldiers that intercepted the old man were all in the Refinement Realm.

Being alone was not enough to stop a pack of wolves. Even Lu Beiyou himself did not dare say that he could easily fight against more than ten thousand warriors.

The further he went, the stronger Lu Beiyou's heart became, and before long, he arrived in front of a large canyon.

From time to time, the cries of crows could be heard coming from the depths of the pitch-black valley. The cliffs on both sides of the canyon looked extremely similar to a giant alligator with its mouth wide open.

Horrifying, creepy, and creepy. Was this the so-called Heron Eagle Valley?

Lu Beiyou did not linger and was about to walk in, when suddenly a small hand grabbed his collar and threw him out.

Lu Beiyou anxiously stabilized himself and saw that the person who came was Mu Qiuqiu, but at the moment, she was not looking at him, but was looking at Heron Eagle Valley with a serious expression on her face.

At the place where he was standing just now, a staff was stabbed into the ground, and a terrifying aura spread out in all directions.

Soon after, Lu Beiyou followed Mu Qiuqiu's gaze and looked over, only to see two people slowly walking out from the Egret Valley.

He saw a man covered in black Qi, his face pale and bloodless. He looked as if his vitality had been squeezed dry, and a man in black clothing appeared in front of the two of them.

The black clothed person slowly took off the hat on his head. This was a young monk. There were six scars on his head, a red mole on his forehead, a pretty face, and narrowed eyes. Although he said 'Amitabha', he did not have the incense that a buddha should have.

The monk smiled as he looked at the two of them and said, ”It is not suitable for the two benefactors to go forward, please go back.”

His words carried a buddhist chant that captivated people, and captivated Lu Beiyou's attention.

Mu Qiuqiu stood in front of Lu Beiyou and shouted, ”Scram!”

A cold sword intent shattered the sound and continued to rush towards the two of them.

The pale-faced man mocked the monk, ”You monks really make people laugh with your words.”

As he spoke, he waved his sleeve and a black Qi surged towards the sword Qi, causing a wave of air currents to be created when the two clashed.

The monk's expression was neither sad nor happy. Looking at the pale man, he placed his palms together and whispered: ”Zhen.”

A large golden Buddha rose up from the ground and extended its palm towards the two of them.