Not to mention anything else, just a big hat to kill Senior Sister Meng Junlan, no matter how big the Jiuzhou is, there is no place for him to live. If you kill the daughter of a Yang God, do you still want to escape?

Pan Jiangliu was right. Although Ren Daoyuan didn't want to continue dealing with the little monster, he had to go around in a big circle, turn back, check the traces on the ground, chased behind the two of them, and headed towards the Thousand Caves.

Qiankong Cave is about thirty miles south of Jinyu Dao Sect. It was originally a clay mountain. Whenever it rained, it was muddy. Not to mention driving, even people could not pass.

Two thousand years ago, the Jinyu Dao Sect opened its sect here, extracting soil from the Clay Mountain, and firing green bricks and green tiles, almost hollowing out the entire Clay Mountain.

After the holes dug are compacted, they are burned hard with fire. The molded clay is sent into the kiln and directly fired into bricks and tiles, which is convenient and fast, saving time and effort.

The bricks and tiles used in the entire Jinyu Dao Sect come from here. Over the past two thousand years, this clay mountain has long been completely different from that time. In addition to countless caves, the entire mountain has also become extremely hard and solid.

Pan Jiangliu has lived in the Jinyu Dao Sect since he was a child and is very familiar with it. Thousands of caves, including caves, up, down, left and right, are connected. These caves made by artificial excavation and firing form an artificial Taoist palace lost. If people who are not familiar with it are easy to get lost.

Of course, such a cave is harmless to people even if you get lost. As long as you find a right direction and keep moving forward, you can always walk out of this cave. After all, this cave is an accident product and is not used to trap people.

When Ren Daoyuan arrived, Pan Jiangliu and the short warrior had already entered the Thousand Caves. Pan Jiangliu was very familiar with the path here and had already calculated where the sneak attack was the highest success rate.

In addition to the complex path here, there is another advantage, that is, the clay mountain contains a lot of iron, and the fired bricks and tiles are all green. They have a special taste when used to build houses.

This is exactly what Pan Jiangliu is interested in. He knew very well that in this clay mountain with a large amount of iron, the power of the purple lightning sword in Ren Daoyuan's hand would decrease a lot. Iron is very easy to attract lightning.

When I walked outside the Qiankong Cave, Ren Daoyuan saw a line of small words at the entrance of the cave: Come in if you have the gut, and I am waiting for you inside.

Ren Daoyuan felt a headache. This little monster actually believed that he would chase him. In fact, wasn’t he just chasing him? It was such a big trouble. Ren Daoyuan also guessed that Pan Jiangliu’s intention must have taken a fancy to the Taoist weapon in his hand, otherwise he could call people. Since this is the territory of Jinyu Dao Sect, as long as he is willing to call people, the chance of his escape is very low.

This is also good, only greed will give people a chance. Ren Daoyuan said softly, walking towards the Thousand Caves.

The thousand caves are quite wide, and the ground and surrounding cave walls are smooth and hard. This is the result of continuous burning of kilns over the years. The originally soft clay has long been burned like a mirror and has all been crystallized.

Every time the handwriting left by Pan Jiangliu can be found, as if he was afraid that Ren Daoyuan would not be able to find the direction.

After walking around the Qiankong Cave for an hour, Ren Daoyuan showed a sneer on his face. It was obvious that this little guy was making some kind of trick, but unfortunately he couldn't guess for a while.

It is certain to delay time, but why did he procrastinate? If it is to find someone to kill him, there is no need to be such a trouble.

After turning a few turns, his eyes suddenly became clear. The short warrior and Pan Jiangliu stood several feet away in front of him, staring at Ren Daoyuan with a sneer and looked like he was looking at a dead person.

Ren Daoyuan's eyes swept over and saw that the surrounding environment was completely different from before. The originally crystallized ground and cave walls were dug up in a mess, and a large amount of clay was scattered all over the ground. The clay was still filled with thick moisture, and it was obvious that it was just dug out by the two.

Not running away? Although Ren Daoyuan didn't understand why Pan Jiangliu did this, he felt something was wrong in his heart. Although this person was still young, he was exquisite and had a glass-like heart.

Whoever runs away is the grandson? Pan Jiangliu’s crisp childish voice sounds in the empty cave.

Ren Daoyuan chuckled: The one who survived was the grandfather, and the one who died was the grandson. Ren Daoyuan would not be able to get on this way. Even if he swears to the sky, Ren Daoyuan would turn around and run away when he was at a dangerous moment.

Although the possibility of escaping is very low, it is much better than dying immediately.

Then let’s see who is the grandson and who is the grandfather. Pan Jiangliu laughed a few times, his body became blurred, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Unfortunately, his cultivation is too low. Although he has such amazing magical powers, he cannot completely hide his body.

The eyes couldn't see it, but the heavenly level warrior could clearly find his position. Ren Daoyuan wanted to attack him first. The dangers of the two people in front of him were much greater than those of the short heavenly level warriors.

Go to die. Ren Daoyuan shouted angrily, raised his fingers slightly, and a purple lightning gushed out. He knew that the situation here was a little bad, so he increased his strength. The lightning shot this time was as thick as an arm, and even Yuezu could not resist the power of this purple lightning.

Although he really wanted to kill Pan Jiangliu, he knew that the short heavenly warrior in front of him would definitely not be able to make him succeed, so this purple lightning was still emitted to the short man.

While sending out purple lightning, his body flashed and stepped on the wall of the cave. His body half turned in the air. He threw a little beef at Pan Jiangliu with his left hand. At this time, he no longer cared about anything else. Even if he took out all his trump cards, he would kill these two people here.

The moment the purple lightning was sprayed out, it began to spread. The purple lightning, which was originally as thick as an arm, had just sprayed out a foot and had turned into dozens of purple lightnings that were only the thickness of fingers. In front of Ren Daoyuan, it turned into a purple power grid.

Each purple lightning flew towards different targets, most of which were aimed at the scattered clay around, and actually shot at the short warrior, but only a few. And these purple lightning seemed to be attracted by a mysterious force, turned a corner in front of the short man and flew towards the clay mound behind him.

The short man was sweating coldly. According to Pan Jiangliu, he could just stay motionless. Although he trusted the little genius in the Dao Sect in his heart, he still frightened when he saw the power grid. He saw with his own eyes that only one of the purple lightning shot on the strong man, and the strong man's senior brother who had a similar cultivation level turned into a pile of scorched bones.

Who would have thought that Pan Jiangliu did indeed do it. These purple lightnings seemed to be coming in full force, but they just walked around him. It was really strange.

The imagined attack did not appear. Ren Daoyuan rolled in the air several times, retreated several feet, stood at a corner, turned his head and looked at it, shocked. How could this be possible?

In his vision, he saw purple lightning flying into the clay mound, and saw that inside the cage of heaven and earth, it was not Pan Jiangliu, but a wooden man who was locked.

My heart trembled violently, and my body subconsciously leaned back. A cold light passed by his throat, bringing up a row of blood beads. It was not until this time that Ren Daoyuan felt a trace of pain.

Fortunately, his reaction was very fast. Although he was injured, the knife marks were extremely shallow. He only cut his skin and was not severely damaged. If his reaction was a little slower, the invisible cold light would be enough to cut off his head.

Ren Daoyuan bent back and retreated, turned to the corner, rushed forward suddenly. Behind him, several cold lights flashed, and his coat flew, revealing the soft armor of Hongming inside. The sword light streaked several traces on the soft armor of Hongming and disappeared without a trace.

Before, Ren Daoyuan was hit by a short man and killed the strong man. The power of the heavenly way in Hongming's soft armor was almost consumed. Although he also added several sea beast star cores along the way, for Hongming's soft armor, the power of the heavenly way was added was too little for Hongming's soft armor, which was a big star core.

Even if Hongming can be activated now, the power of this guardian is far from being compared with the heyday. According to Ren Daoyuan's calculation, it can at most block the full attack of the Heavenly Level Warrior.

The several cold lights just now were extremely powerful, and the time was not bad. It seemed that Ren Daoyuan had already calculated Ren Daoyuan's movements, and even his position was correct. If it hadn't been for adding some of the power of the heavenly way before, this time alone would be enough to separate Ren Daoyuan from his body.

Ren Daoyuan stretched out his hand and several figures flashed through the air. Several exactly-same Ren Daoyuan ran around separately.

After a few breaths, several Ren Daoyuan, who flew out of the fantasy painting, disappeared without a trace. The real Ren Daoyuan had already rushed to the short man, raised his right hand and a thick purple lightning shot out again.

Retreat. Pan Jiangliu shouted.

The short man's reaction was not slow. After all, he was a warrior of the heavenly level. His sense of danger was far above Pan Jiangliu. Before he could scream, he had already pounced behind a pile of clay. He was empty-handed and had no weapons.

The thick purple lightning began to scatter again during the process of flying, and drilled into the clay and crystallized the pile of clay. The short man hiding behind the clay had nothing to do.

Ren Daoyuan's mind was running at high speed, just like his body. When he saw the second purple lightning attracted by clay, he had not understood the reason, but he already knew what Pan Jiangliu was thinking.

During the sensing, among the few illusion paintings he threw out, one of them was strangled by dozens of cold lights, and was cut into pieces before the phantom disappeared.

Pan Jiangliu's cultivation is naturally not worth mentioning, but the Taoist weapon in his hand is extremely powerful. Although it is a little slower, it can always be surprising. Every attack is enough to make Ren Daoyuan sweat in a cold sweat.

Moreover, he has been hiding in the dark. If it were normal, it would be better for Ren Daoyuan to sense his position. However, it would be extremely difficult to find Pan Jiangliu accurately in an instant during the battle.

Ren Daoyuan has always thought that he had many Taoist weapons, but when he met a monster like Pan Jiangliu, he realized that there were very few Taoist weapons that could be used in his life.

Not to mention anything else, just a big hat to kill Senior Sister Meng Junlan, no matter how big the Jiuzhou is, there is no place for him to live. If you kill the daughter of a Yang God, do you still want to escape?

Pan Jiangliu was right. Although Ren Daoyuan didn't want to continue dealing with the little monster, he had to go around in a big circle, turn back, check the traces on the ground, chased behind the two of them, and headed towards the Thousand Caves.

Qiankong Cave is about thirty miles south of Jinyu Dao Sect. It was originally a clay mountain. Whenever it rained, it was muddy. Not to mention driving, even people could not pass.

Two thousand years ago, the Jinyu Dao Sect opened its sect here, extracting soil from the Clay Mountain, and firing green bricks and green tiles, almost hollowing out the entire Clay Mountain.

After the holes dug are compacted, they are burned hard with fire. The molded clay is sent into the kiln and directly fired into bricks and tiles, which is convenient and fast, saving time and effort.

The bricks and tiles used in the entire Jinyu Dao Sect come from here. Over the past two thousand years, this clay mountain has long been completely different from that time. In addition to countless caves, the entire mountain has also become extremely hard and solid.

Pan Jiangliu has lived in the Jinyu Dao Sect since he was a child and is very familiar with it. Thousands of caves, including caves, up, down, left and right, are connected. These caves made by artificial excavation and firing form an artificial Taoist palace lost. If people who are not familiar with it are easy to get lost.

Of course, such a cave is harmless to people even if you get lost. As long as you find a right direction and keep moving forward, you can always walk out of this cave. After all, this cave is an accident product and is not used to trap people.

When Ren Daoyuan arrived, Pan Jiangliu and the short warrior had already entered the Thousand Caves. Pan Jiangliu was very familiar with the path here and had already calculated where the sneak attack was the highest success rate.

In addition to the complex path here, there is another advantage, that is, the clay mountain contains a lot of iron, and the fired bricks and tiles are all green. They have a special taste when used to build houses.

This is exactly what Pan Jiangliu is interested in. He knew very well that in this clay mountain with a large amount of iron, the power of the purple lightning sword in Ren Daoyuan's hand would decrease a lot. Iron is very easy to attract lightning.

When I walked outside the Qiankong Cave, Ren Daoyuan saw a line of small words at the entrance of the cave: Come in if you have the gut, and I am waiting for you inside.

Ren Daoyuan felt a headache. This little monster actually believed that he would chase him. In fact, wasn’t he just chasing him? It was such a big trouble. Ren Daoyuan also guessed that Pan Jiangliu’s intention must have taken a fancy to the Taoist weapon in his hand, otherwise he could call people. Since this is the territory of Jinyu Dao Sect, as long as he is willing to call people, the chance of his escape is very low.

This is also good, only greed will give people a chance. Ren Daoyuan said softly, walking towards the Thousand Caves.

The thousand caves are quite wide, and the ground and surrounding cave walls are smooth and hard. This is the result of continuous burning of kilns over the years. The originally soft clay has long been burned like a mirror and has all been crystallized.

Every time the handwriting left by Pan Jiangliu can be found, as if he was afraid that Ren Daoyuan would not be able to find the direction.

After walking around the Qiankong Cave for an hour, Ren Daoyuan showed a sneer on his face. It was obvious that this little guy was making some kind of trick, but unfortunately he couldn't guess for a while.

It is certain to delay time, but why did he procrastinate? If it is to find someone to kill him, there is no need to be such a trouble.

After turning a few turns, his eyes suddenly became clear. The short warrior and Pan Jiangliu stood several feet away in front of him, staring at Ren Daoyuan with a sneer and looked like he was looking at a dead person.

Ren Daoyuan's eyes swept over and saw that the surrounding environment was completely different from before. The originally crystallized ground and cave walls were dug up in a mess, and a large amount of clay was scattered all over the ground. The clay was still filled with thick moisture, and it was obvious that it was just dug out by the two.

Not running away? Although Ren Daoyuan didn't understand why Pan Jiangliu did this, he felt something was wrong in his heart. Although this person was still young, he was exquisite and had a glass-like heart.

Whoever runs away is the grandson? Pan Jiangliu’s crisp childish voice sounds in the empty cave.

Ren Daoyuan chuckled: The one who survived was the grandfather, and the one who died was the grandson. Ren Daoyuan would not be able to get on this way. Even if he swears to the sky, Ren Daoyuan would turn around and run away when he was at a dangerous moment.

Although the possibility of escaping is very low, it is much better than dying immediately.

Then let’s see who is the grandson and who is the grandfather. Pan Jiangliu laughed a few times, his body became blurred, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Unfortunately, his cultivation is too low. Although he has such amazing magical powers, he cannot completely hide his body.

The eyes couldn't see it, but the heavenly level warrior could clearly find his position. Ren Daoyuan wanted to attack him first. The dangers of the two people in front of him were much greater than those of the short heavenly level warriors.

Go to die. Ren Daoyuan shouted angrily, raised his fingers slightly, and a purple lightning gushed out. He knew that the situation here was a little bad, so he increased his strength. The lightning shot this time was as thick as an arm, and even Yuezu could not resist the power of this purple lightning.

Although he really wanted to kill Pan Jiangliu, he knew that the short heavenly warrior in front of him would definitely not be able to make him succeed, so this purple lightning was still emitted to the short man.

While sending out purple lightning, his body flashed and stepped on the wall of the cave. His body half turned in the air. He threw a little beef at Pan Jiangliu with his left hand. At this time, he no longer cared about anything else. Even if he took out all his trump cards, he would kill these two people here.

The moment the purple lightning was sprayed out, it began to spread. The purple lightning, which was originally as thick as an arm, had just sprayed out a foot and had turned into dozens of purple lightnings that were only the thickness of fingers. In front of Ren Daoyuan, it turned into a purple power grid.

Each purple lightning flew towards different targets, most of which were aimed at the scattered clay around, and actually shot at the short warrior, but only a few. And these purple lightning seemed to be attracted by a mysterious force, turned a corner in front of the short man and flew towards the clay mound behind him.

The short man was sweating coldly. According to Pan Jiangliu, he could just stay motionless. Although he trusted the little genius in the Dao Sect in his heart, he still frightened when he saw the power grid. He saw with his own eyes that only one of the purple lightning shot on the strong man, and the strong man's senior brother who had a similar cultivation level turned into a pile of scorched bones.

Who would have thought that Pan Jiangliu did indeed do it. These purple lightnings seemed to be coming in full force, but they just walked around him. It was really strange.

The imagined attack did not appear. Ren Daoyuan rolled in the air several times, retreated several feet, stood at a corner, turned his head and looked at it, shocked. How could this be possible?

In his vision, he saw purple lightning flying into the clay mound, and saw that inside the cage of heaven and earth, it was not Pan Jiangliu, but a wooden man who was locked.

My heart trembled violently, and my body subconsciously leaned back. A cold light passed by his throat, bringing up a row of blood beads. It was not until this time that Ren Daoyuan felt a trace of pain.

Fortunately, his reaction was very fast. Although he was injured, the knife marks were extremely shallow. He only cut his skin and was not severely damaged. If his reaction was a little slower, the invisible cold light would be enough to cut off his head.
To be continued...