"Crack!"

The big tree was split in half with a click, and the flames ignited. At this moment, those people finally slowed down and quickly avoided, but at this time, their bodies had been scorched by lightning, making them embarrassed.

They stood by the side of the mountain road one by one, looking at the flames that were burning in the rain and soon extinguished by the rain, all of them were dumbfounded.

With their strength in cultivation, they were actually struck by thunder on this rainy day.

They looked at their master cautiously and saw the breath on his body. They only felt that a heart was gripped tightly by a hand, unable to breathe, especially when they saw that the ends of his red hair were still stained. The burning scent, the smell of burning, made them extremely frightened.

They stepped forward to extinguish the fire. They didn't have the courage to see the small flames burning his hair. They were also extremely apprehensive. Fortunately, after a while, they saw him raise his hand to remove the small tip of his hair. The flame was squeezed out, which made them secretly relieved.

The rain has been falling, and there is no place to cover the rain before and after. The riding guards can only endure the feeling of heart palpitations and step forward again to protect their master from the rain. At this time, the evil spirit of King Shura, the violent aura made him The people around me didn't dare to breathe, I could only hope that the rain would stop as soon as possible.

Of course, the rain gradually stopped until the next morning.

Feng Jiu and his team in the ruined temple walked out watching the rain stop.The sky was exceptionally blue after the rain, and the air was very fresh. Feng Jiu couldn't help but smile when he looked at the spirit beasts and horses tied together outside.

"Master, do you want to continue the journey?" Du Fan asked, already sitting on the black carriage, ready to take this carriage to sell, after all, these are their trophies.

"Well, let's go! Riding the spirit beast horse, riding the carriage, and speeding up the pace." Feng Jiu smiled and asked them to carry on their own, turning around, and then said to the monk: "Master, You take the carriage!"

The monk glanced at the black carriage and murmured, "Amitabha, the poor monk can walk..." Feng Jiu interrupted when he finished speaking.

"Master, monks should be eclectic."

Hearing this, the monk couldn't say anything more, only after looking at Feng Jiu, he said: "Amitabha Buddha, the poor monk obeys the donor's arrangement." Then he walked to the carriage.

The grievances and evil spirits around the carriage dissipated when King Shura left. Even so, in the eyes of the monk, the carriage still smelled of blood.

Xuanyuan Moze got on the carriage, Bai Qingcheng and Qin Xin carried the child up, and they also picked a spirit beast to ride on. When everyone was ready, the woman who had shrunk in the corner walked from behind. I came out and took a look at them. It seemed that I wanted to follow but didn't dare to follow.

"Your injury is almost done, go away on your own!" Leng Hua glanced at her, paused, and then brought out a spirit beast horse: "This mount will give you a ride."

The woman looked at the mount, but she backed with a pale face: "No, no, I don't need this, I can just go by myself."

If you don’t know how it came, it’s okay, knowing that those mounts belonged to the Shura King Hussar, where would she dare to ride?God knows if this mount will cause trouble and be targeted by King Shura?