Chen Dehan is an elder of Canglang sect with a high status.

    But he was on the run, dead and fast.

    He knows that canglangzong is over.

    The little girl died and was thrown off the cliff by Hong Yuan.

    It''s no big deal. Although the fairy palace is powerful, it''s too far from here. Don''t worry at all.

    And they''ll take care of everything before the news gets out.

    But what I didn''t expect was that someone would come to the door so quickly and so powerful that the four elders were not the enemy of that person.

    Therefore, when the leader Hong Yuan told that lie, he knew that canglangzong was over.

    It''s over. Anyway, the whole Canglang sect is a sect composed of a gang of gangsters. He used to be a bandit.

    Their strategy is to escape separately. Even if the evil star chases, they only have time to catch up with one person. The probability is too small.

    Chen Dehan was proud.

    Anyway, the wealth he concealed for so many years has long been enough for him to live a natural and unrestrained life. Canglangzong has long been moved into an empty shell by them, and it doesn''t hurt to abandon it.

    When I was thinking like this, a figure suddenly appeared in front of me. What else was in the figure''s arms.

    "Go away!" he cursed, ready to cut this unsightly thing in half when passing by.

    But then he found that the man in front of him had disappeared strangely without trace.

    "Hum, you know!" he said in his heart, and then ran forward.

    But as he ran, he found that his perspective was getting shorter and shorter.

    Feeling wrong, he tried to look back and found his legs behind him and ran by himself.

    How can your legs run behind you?

    The next moment, he seemed to react, and the whole person was instantly overwhelmed by fear.

    Then, his thinking was fixed at this moment and fell into darkness forever.

    After killing Chen Dehan, Yang Xuan didn''t stop at all. A little tiptoe made the whole person disappear immediately.

    In this way, none of the elders who fled separately could escape. He tracked them. They were all separated by him, and those who died could not die again.

    Although he couldn''t use his spiritual power due to the threat of herim, it didn''t take much effort to catch up with and kill these people even with the power of a warrior.

    Now there is only one flood source left.

    Yang Xuan still held Xiaoxiang and stood under a mountain peak. He looked coldly at Hongyuan moving forward at high speed at the foot of the mountain.

    He didn''t intend to let Hong Yuan die so easily.

    Hong Yuan, who was running, suddenly felt something wrong.

    He was clearly moving at high speed, but somehow, the surrounding scenery gave him a familiar feeling.

    It seems that he experienced these scenes not long ago.

    After stopping, Hong Yuan looked around suspiciously, but he didn''t find anything different. Trees or trees, grass or grass, and even horse dung on the road didn''t change.

    Feeling suspicious, Hong Yuan decided to ignore this feeling. With a little toe, the whole person flew out like an arrow.

    But not long after running forward, he stopped with a frown.

    Why are the horse dung at the foot so familiar? The flowers and trees on the roadside are also familiar.

    Vigilant in his heart, he simply grabbed a big tree next to him and made a big mark on uncle.

    Then he moved forward again to perform the lightness skill.

    But after only one incense stick, he stopped again and looked at the mark on the big tree beside him with a gloomy face.

    That''s clearly the mark he just caught.

    "Ghosts beat the wall?" Hong Yuan said to himself.

    Not giving up, he simply changed his direction and ran on the road, but before long, he saw the big tree with the mark.

    The next time, Hong Yuan tried to escape in other directions, but without exception, after a incense stick, he would always return to the pile of horse dung.

    "Who? Come out for me." Hong Yuan shouted with an inexplicable fear in his heart.

    But no one answered.

    Hong Yuan didn''t give up and began to run around again, but he still couldn''t get out of this strange circle. Those piles of horse dung seemed to laugh at him all the time, but it made him tired.

    In desperation, he can only rest temporarily and think about countermeasures.

    Just then, a wind came from his left.

    Hong Yuan was surprised, then overjoyed, and began to sneer in his heart: I can''t help it.

    The next moment, his left palm like a knife, with the roar of the wind, cut out in an instant.

    Pooh!

    The palm seemed to be cut on someone''s shoulder. Following the trend, he cut the person in half.

    Hum, but so!

    Hong Yuan turned his head with a sneer, but at the next moment, he completely froze.

    "Xiaojuan, why are you?" he was surprised.

    The one lying on the ground and split in half by him was his first wife.

    Hong Yuan''s first wife, Xiaojuan, is his beloved. He hid her in his hometown. No one else knows why she appeared here at the critical moment?

    "Chenglang... You... Hello... How cruel."

    Hong Yuan was wondering if it was a dreamland created by someone, but Xiao Juan''s voice directly dispelled his doubts.

    His nickname is Xiaocheng. So far, only his parents and wife know it. If it wasn''t him, how could he shout that name?

    "No, Xiaojuan, i... I..." Hong Yuan ran over and picked up his wife who was already breathing. He was at a loss and cried bitterly.

    "I... I hate you!" Xiaojuan struggled to say the last three words, closed her eyes and died.

    "No!" Hong Yuan shed blood and tears and hissed at the sky.

    The sky is getting dark, the surrounding wind is miserable, and there are many ghosts.

    "Dad, Dad, why did you kill your mother?" a child voice suddenly came from behind, clear and loud, with sadness and anger.

    Hong Yuan almost stopped breathing and turned around to see that it was his only son, Xiao Yang.

    "Xiao Yang, why are you here, too? Who brought you?" Hong Yuan asked, holding back his grief.

    But at the age of seven or eight, Xiao Yang ignored Hong Yuan''s problem at all. He just ran to his mother who had closed his eyes and couldn''t help suffering.

    Hong Yuan felt sad and stretched out his hand to take his son into his arms.

    But the next moment, Xiao Yang opened his hand and shouted with hatred: "no, you''re not my father, you''re a fierce beast, you bad man."

    Hong Yuan was worried and cried, "Xiao Yang, I''m sorry, Dad, I''m sorry for you."

    Xiao Yang''s tears disappeared. The bird''s dull face was unforgettable hatred and shouted, "no, you''re not my father. I''ll never forgive you, never."

    As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly took out a bright dagger from his arms and stabbed it directly into his heart.

    Hong Yuan was surprised and wanted to stretch out his hand to stop it, but Xiao Yang''s action was very fast. The flashing dagger plunged into it, and the blood immediately dyed his clothes red.

    "I... I hate... Hate you..." Xiao Yang stared at Hong Yuan with his red eyes and swallowed his last breath.