In the void, a majestic three-colored mad bull was traversing through the sky. The powerful beast king's aura made all beasts below surrender, and from time to time, frightened monsters crawled on the ground.

There was still someone sitting on the back of the three-colored wild bull, which was Han Chen who was held hostage by the Sword Sect.

"Grandma, everything is really wrong. I encountered such a group of things." Han Chen turned his head and looked at Chang Ming, who was less than a hundred meters behind him, and Liu Yueqing and his group were secretly thinking about getting out of law enforcement.

Han Chen has temporarily deceived them as the "personal disciple of the Master of the Heavenly Formation Sect", but he understood that the Sword Sect must not be able to go. Once he was taken to the Sword Sect, his fabricated identity would definitely be exposed and his life would be 100% unsafe. At that time, it would be the fish on the chopping board, and the life would be slaughtered.

You must escape before you reach the Sword Sect.

But how to escape? This made Han Chen start to be in trouble. There was almost no hope of escaping under Chang Ming's nose. Especially there was a three-color mad bull with strong perception.

Then I was so hidden that I was found by this crazy bull. Once I was locked by it, there was basically no hope of escaping. In this way, it seemed that the possibility of escaping was very slim.

“Moo…”

Suddenly, the three-colored wild bull let out a deafening roar, and Han Chen, who was in deep thought, almost fell off the bull's back.

"Damn it, what's the name suddenly? Who are you scaring..." Han Chen cursed with some annoyance.

"Hosh..."

The man Kuangniu naturally understood what Han Chen was saying. The eyes of the big and small beasts of the copper bell were shining with scarlet light, and white smoke was sprayed out from their nostrils, looking like they were about to go crazy.

Immediately afterwards, Man Kuangniu stopped in the void.

"Master, what's the situation? It seems that the mood of a man-mao Niu is not very stable." Liu Yueqing said.

Chang Ming nodded, "I'm afraid I've arrived at the Wanbeast Mountains."

Several people followed and rushed to the side of the Sanseed Man Kuangniu. Several disciples of the Sword Sect all looked at Han Chen with contemptuous eyes, which looked like they were looking at a dying person.

Han Chen didn't bother to pay attention to them, so he leisurely raised his legs and glanced forward.

When Hanchen saw the environment ahead, he couldn't help but understand the reason why the three-color crazy bull stopped.

In front is a continuous Longbone Mountains, and huge canyons formed between the mountains.

In the canyon, smoke is shrouded in the distance. From a distance, it is as mysterious as Penglai Fairy Island and full of unknowns. In the area above the mountain range, dark clouds are pressing against the top, and the sun is gloomy. Just looking from afar, you can feel a strong sense of depression.

"Roar..."

A roar of monsters that made people scalp echoed in the valley, the mountains trembled, the black clouds in the void rolled violently, and lightning as thick as a water tank flashed in the clouds, and the wind and thunder were rolling like tens of thousands of big drums beating at the same time.

Even if Han Chen is so far apart, you can still feel the amazing deterrent force ahead.

"Master, what should I do? Should I pass over the mountain of Ten Thousand Beasts? Or take a detour?" Liu Yueqing frowned slightly, and there was still a little fear in her eyes.

There are many monsters in the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountains, and I don’t know how many beast kings are entrenched here.

Once, many sects in Tianluo Prefecture had come to the Wanwan Mountains to explore, but their steps were only within a hundred miles of the outer area of ​​the mountains. As for the deeper parts of the mountains, few people dared to enter.

"There are too many dangers in the Wanzhou Mountains. Although the area above we are going to pass is on the periphery of the mountain range, we should take as far as possible to detour outside to the safe side."

It can be seen that Chang Ming is also quite concerned about the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountains.

"Master, are we going to fall to the ground?" Liu Yueqing asked.

"Well!" Chang Ming nodded without hesitation, "It is easy to become the target of some fierce monsters in the sky, and we pass through the ground."

Immediately, Chang Ming, Liu Yueqing and his group fell into the jungle mountains below, along with Han Chen on the three-colored wild bull.

The trees in the jungle are towering, and the moist smell of soil floats in the air. The dense branches and leaves block the sunlight, making the light slightly dark and gloomy.

"Bang..." The three-colored wild bull landed on the ground, the earth was shaken, and Han Chen was almost moved to his position.

"Eyes..." The three-colored mad bull let out a low voice in dissatisfaction and trembled his body. Han Chen was caught off guard and did not sit firmly. He immediately fell off the bull's back.

"Damn!" Han Chen couldn't help but swear, touching the painful part of the fall with a dirt face. He secretly scolded in his heart that he had the chance to slaughter this damn animal to vent his hatred.

Liu Yueqing and others all looked at the sword sect with contempt. A disciple of the sword sect shouted in a deep voice and said, "Hmph, if it weren't for the special situation, how could you be qualified to sit on the back of the three-colored wild bull? It's a waste."

"Hey? Who are the waste scolding?" Han Chen sneered.

"The trash scolds you."

"Haha, that's right, you are just the trash who is scolding me."

"Bastard." The disciple of the Sword Sect suddenly reacted and was caught in a state of rage. He rushed up and kicked Han Chen's chest.

"Bang..." With a dull tremor, Han Chen was kicked and flew backwards, knocking heavily on a big tree, and the branches of the big tree were broken into two pieces.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"It's really useless. You dare to say such words when you die."

...

The people of the Jian Sect burst into laughter, especially Liu Yueqing, whose smiles were filled with indifference and ridicule.

When Chang Ming saw Han Chen, who had no resistance at all, his face also showed disdain.

"Bah!" Han Chen spit out the blood foam in his mouth, covered his chest with his hands, and trembledly got up from the ground. His cold eyes were filled with flames of anger.

"Hey, why are you still not convinced?" The man from the Sword Sect who kicked Styhangchen walked up with a joke on his face, "Boy, I advise you to talk less nonsense along the way. In this way, you can suffer less flesh and blood before you die. Otherwise, we wouldn't mind killing you and dragging you to the Sword Sect, hahahaha."

"Hahahaha." Everyone burst into laughter again. Seeing Han Chen being bullied to such an extent, they didn't dare to rebel. Everyone felt happy, and at the same time, their vigilance towards Han Chen was reduced to the lowest point.

Han Chen, who took the "Fifth-grade Fengyuan Dan", seemed to be an ordinary person.

"Okay, hurry up!" Chang Ming said in a distant voice.

"Hehe." The disciple of the Sword Sect laughed strangely, and made a gesture of invitation to Han Chen with a proud look on his face. "Let's go! The disciple of the leader of the Tianzhen Sect, hahahaha."

Amid the wanton ridicule and insults of everyone, Han Chen wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and limped in the middle.

Liu Yueqing felt particularly happy. In her opinion, Han Chen had already accepted his fate at this time. When Han Chen was killing all directions in the Immortal Valley, Liu Yueqing felt resentful and thought secretly. After Han Chen brought him to the Sword Sect, he would definitely torture him to survive and die.

...

In the dark and humid jungle, Han Chen followed Chang Ming, Liu Yueqing and others walked forward.

Near the edge of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountains, all kinds of strange and fierce roars of monsters echoed in the mountains and heard them into the ears of everyone.

There are many monsters living in this dense jungle, but they retreated under the breath of the Beast King of the Three-colored Mad Bull, and did not dare to move forward. Especially when they felt the aura of a strong man emitted from Chang Ming, some beast kings of all sizes, and so on, they all hid far away.

"The edge of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountains is ahead. Generally, there will be no beast kings, but you still have to pay attention." Chang Ming reminded lightly.

"Yes, elder." The sword sect and his group answered in unison.

The Wanbeast Mountains are not short of some densely packed poisonous insects and beasts. Even if they encounter them, it will be a bit troublesome.

Han Chen walked among the crowd, his eyes swept at the surrounding environment, and secretly thought about the way to escape.

After a while, everyone entered a wide valley area with towering peaks on both sides, but the distance between the two peaks was quite wide, forming a relatively large canyon plain.

The surrounding environment includes flowers and grass, and there is also a lake. The lake reflects the shimmering sunshine, golden, like a holy ray of sunshine shining on the morning glow.

"Moo..." At this moment, the three-color man-crazy bull, who was in a state of irritability and caution, issued a warning, raised his head and pointed ahead.

Everyone was stunned, and saw a faint gray smoke floating in the jungle in front of them. The smoke floated in the air like spider silk and tulle. If you didn't look carefully, it would be difficult to detect it.

"It's the miasma in the mountains." said a disciple of the Sword Sect.

Another person curled his lips disdainfully, "It's just a miasma. With our strength, why not be afraid of these things, just cross them directly."

"Wait." Chang Ming waved his hand to stop the other party from doing anything randomly. "This is not an ordinary miasma. As I expected, this should be the poisonous miasma generated by the rotten body of the monster after the death of the demon beast. This poisonous miasma is particularly domineering. Even if there are masters with the Tongtian realm cultivation level, they dare not break easily."

"Master said it's right." Liu Yueqing also echoed, "If it were ordinary miasma, the three-colored wild bull would not have issued such a warning."

Hearing Chang Ming say this, several disciples of the Sword Sect can't help but show a hint of fear. Only Chang Ming, Liu Yueqing, and Han Chen, who has been sealed with the power of the Tongtian Realm. In this case, a poisonous miasma will block their way.

"Elder Chang Ming, what should I do now?" the young man who insulted Han Chen just now asked.
Chapter completed!