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Seeing this, Wukong's face changed drastically.

"Who is that boy? He can't even track the Buddha statue."

Wukong's eyes showed a hint of caution.

Most of the anger in my heart couldn't help but extinguish.

"Damn it, let the Rakshasa guy run away, and the treasure house was also robbed!"

Wuchen had an angry look on his face.

This was something he didn't expect.

"Although Rakshasa escaped, he was not uncomfortable with my palm in the end. He was seriously injured even if he didn't die. It was even more out of reach to break through to the Martial Master and restore his cultivation. It was even more out of the question."

The cold and cold way of Wukong.

He immediately issued an order to ask someone to look for the traces of Rakshasa.

The seriously injured Rakshasa, even an ordinary martial spirit, could easily subdue him.

"Senior brother, what should I do if that young man and the monster?"

Wuchen asked.

"They have been away for a long time, and at the speed of the seventh-level flying monster, they may be thousands of miles away now. Besides, we don't know which direction they are going."

Wukong shook his head.

"Investigate this matter secretly, don't spread the news," Wukong frowned slightly. He couldn't help but think of the crack of the Buddha statue just now, and he always felt a sense of badness in his heart.

Seven hundred miles away from Black Soul Temple.

Zhan Wuque was talking to Jingwu about what happened just now.

"The donor is saying that Black Soul Temple only has a deal with Rakshasa, not a joint effort with the Corpse Yin Sect?"

Jingwu showed joy on his face.

"Yes, this is what I saw with my own eyes. It was because of the two of them who chased and left, and I took this opportunity to loot them."

Zhan Wuqi nodded.

"It's great, so the pressure on our temple can be reduced."

Jingwu breathed a sigh of relief,

This trip was not in vain, and I found out important news.

"The donor is really skillful and brave," Jingwu couldn't help but praise. How dare ordinary people go to rob the Black Soul Temple?

There are many masters in it, and more than one martial master is in charge.

But Zhan Wuque dared to do it, and even did it, looting the treasure house of Black Soul Temple without even leaving a single hair.

Jingwu didn't need to be seen, and Wukong and the others must have been vomited blood when they came back to see this scene.

The two sat on the back of the eagle and headed towards the direction they came.

"The Rakshasa guy doesn't know if he will catch him. He is so cunning that he should be able to escape."

Zhan Wuque thought in his heart.

The various performances of Rakshasa are enough to prove that he was once a powerful martial artist and a senior leader of the Corpse Yin Sect.

But later, for some reason, my body disappeared and I took over the ten elders of Guiyi Jian Sect.

A martial master who didn't even have a physical body escaped from several martial masters one after another. From Guiyi Sword Sect to Black Soul Temple, this is not only related to his strength, but also to his cunning.

Can such a cunning person be caught by the people of the Black Soul Temple so easily?

Zhan Wuque doesn't believe it.

Rakshasa has now found a new body, and the first thing to do is to break through to the Martial Master and restore his cultivation.

But he had lost one arm before and was injured, so it was not so easy to break through.

"The last clue broke again."

Zhan Wuque sighed.

As the saying goes, some people are happy and some are sad.

Jingwu learned that the Black Soul Temple had nothing to do with the Corpse Yin Sect, and was overjoyed and Zhan Wuque. As the Rakshasa disappeared, the search for Qiao'er could only be put on hold again.

The key is that he has no idea now and has no idea how to start.

Zhan Wuque and Jingwu stood on the back of the eagle and flew towards the west.

After flying for more than a hundred miles, Zhan Wuque in the clouds suddenly heard a shout of killing. He looked down and saw an ancient battlefield below, with two teams of soldiers fighting.

One team was wearing red armor, while the other team was wearing black armor.

Both camps each hold flags, and the red side, the flag clearly reads the Great Yuan Dynasty and the four big characters.

And the other team, the camp wearing black armor, had two big words "King Liang" written on the flag.

"Does there still be rebels in this Yuan Dynasty?"

Zhan Wuque turned his head and asked Jingwu for the Tao.

"Dugu Donor may not know that the Yuan Dynasty suddenly died in the past few years, and the disputes within the royal family have continued, and it has not calmed down until now."

Jingwu said.

Zhan Wuque understood after hearing this.

It seems that the so-called battle for the throne is below, but these soldiers are destined to be just bargaining chips for the princes and princes to play, and they are all unjust dead.

Zhan Wuque shook his head slightly. He couldn't control such things, nor could he do it, and then prepared to leave.

But at this moment, he suddenly saw several black figures standing in a corner of the battlefield.

They are in a formation with a hidden effect.

So, although they stood there, the soldiers on both sides did not see those people.

Several people in the formation were dressed strangely, their bodies were covered with black hooded robes, and they were holding a big flag in their hands. The flag was pitch black and they could not see anything, but there were ripples on it. As long as ordinary warriors looked at it for a little longer, they would feel dizzy and even their minds would be trapped in.
Chapter completed!