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Chapter 689

Words:2515Update:22/07/05 04:17:39

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After entering the mountain, the white horse's speed was much slower than usual even though it had the support of the earth element halo.

Even so, it was still faster than He Yiming's all-out speed, and it was not inferior to the big rat's burrowing technique.

When He Yiming and the White Horse Lightning's abilities were combined, they also unleashed an unparalleled power.

They headed straight in that direction, and their powerful auras could not be suppressed even in this place.

After Zhao Qinlin and his sacred beast entered the mountain, they walked for a little while, then immediately concealed their auras and circled down the mountain at the safest speed possible.

The Rat Clan did not have many special abilities, but other than the ability to predict danger and burrow, they were also very skilled in concealment techniques. If not for this, he would not have been able to become friends with Huyan Aobo from the Yellow Spring Sect when he was traveling the world. They had even discussed and learned a lot from each other.

Therefore, when he used his concealment technique, he seemed to have disappeared, and He Yiming could not find him no matter how hard he searched.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Qinlin slowly moved downwards. Although this speed was extremely slow compared to normal, he would be satisfied as long as he was not detected by He Yiming and the reinforcements in the colorful light.

However, this beautiful wish only lasted for the time it took for an incense stick to burn before it was cruelly shattered by He Yiming.

After He Yiming and the white horse entered the mountain, they did not hide their powerful auras at all and charged toward Zhao Qinlin with their most powerful side.

At first, Zhao Qinlin still had a glimmer of hope, thinking that He Yiming did not notice him and only wanted to scare him out with his powerful aura. However, when He Yiming and the white horse came in a straight line, he was truly scared out of his wits.

It turned out that this guy had really sensed his presence.

His powerful concealment technique, which was almost the best in the entire totem clan, was seen through so easily.

After the extreme shock, Zhao Qinlin did not have the courage to fight He Yiming. When the large rat smelled the scent of the White Horse Thunder, it covered its head and fled like a rat. It used all of its strength to escape as fast as it could.

Two people and three spiritual beasts chased each other on the ground, but the difference was that the two parties had switched sides. The originally aggressive and awe-inspiring pursuers had now become rats that were fleeing in panic.

After a while, Zhao Qinlin's face finally revealed a ferocious and ferocious expression. A dignified Great Saint of a generation was actually being pursued like this. It was natural for him to develop a ruthless heart.

He Yiming suddenly made a turn and went straight in another direction.

He Yiming naturally did not understand what Zhao Qinlin ', but since he had made up his mind to kill him, he would not give up no matter what. Even if the other party went to the ends of the earth, he would still follow closely.

Zhao Qinlin and the big rat suddenly rose up and came to the surface. However, as soon as the rat's head peeked out a little, it shuddered and obediently went back underground without a second thought.

In the sky above them, a seven-colored glow was dazzling.

Anyone who saw this scene would think that this guy was not to be trifled with, so it was better to avoid him.

Zhao Qinlin, of course, did not dare to tangle with 108 when there was a pursuer behind him.

After chasing underground for half a day, Zhao Qinlin finally slowed down a little. At this point, the expression on He Yiming's face turned solemn.

This was because he faintly sensed that there was a terrifying place with countless powerhouses in front of him.

There were at least five Venerable Ones, and one of them had a cultivation base that was not below Zhao Qinlin's.

His mind turned, and a terrifying thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

'Don't tell me I've chased him all the way to his nest …'

Zhao Qinlin had a complicated look in his eyes. If it was not because he had nowhere else to go, he would not have returned to the Totem Clan.

This time, he had participated in the pursuit of He Yiming. That was against the orders of the Qilin Holy Lord. This could be said to be the biggest taboo of the Totem Clan deep in the mountains. Anyone who disobeyed this order would receive the harshest of punishments.

Therefore, unless he was left with no choice, he would not have returned no matter what.

However, judging from He Yiming and the person in the sky, they were determined to kill him. Therefore, between losing his life or being punished, he chose the second option without any hesitation.

Needless to say, it would be ideal if He Yiming knew where he was and retreated.

The rat flashed its head on the ground. When it saw that the person in the sky did not intend to attack, it immediately scurried toward the mountain in front of it.

As the ground churned, the white horse jumped up as well.

As soon as it reached the ground, it immediately let out a long hiss, venting out its grievances and hatred.

It was a Holy Beast that possessed the bloodline of a Divine Beast. This time, it had actually accompanied a mouse to burrow underground for half a day. Its pair of beautiful big eyes were almost blood-red with anger. If the roasted rat meat was placed in front of it at this moment, it would probably eat it up without saying a word.

The White Horse Lightning's neighing immediately caused a huge commotion in the mountain in front of it.

Several figures rushed over as if they were flying. One of them even floated directly in the sky.

When Zhao Qinlin saw them, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He looked back and saw He Yiming, who was still in hot pursuit, and the seven-colored light that was slowly descending from the sky. His expression suddenly became as cold as ice.

'These two guys are still unwilling to give up. Do they really not know where they are?'

"Great Saint Zhao, what happened?" The person in the sky sat on a giant eagle and asked.

This giant eagle's body was covered with steel-like feathers, and its eyes were as sharp as daggers. It was as if it could cut you in half with just a glance.

Such a strong pressure, presence, and power was what a true expert should do.

Perhaps his achievements in martial arts were not much higher than Zhao Qinlin's, but in terms of power, the difference between the two was like heaven and earth.

Of course, this was also related to the race they believed in. It was too difficult to expect a rat to be on the same level as the eagle in the sky.

"Great Saint Xu, these two people want to kill me. Please help me." Zhao Qinlin hurriedly said.

The giant eagle in the sky did not flap its wings. Instead, there was a faint layer of light on its body. It was because of this light that they were able to hover in the air.

The person on the eagle's back was a middle-aged man. He had a thick beard on his face, which almost covered his true appearance.

Moreover, this person's gaze was extremely sharp, and the gaze he used to look at He Yiming and the others carried a trace of undisguised hostility.

No matter where they came from, since they came to the totem clan deep in the mountains and wanted to kill the Great Saint of the Rat Clan, they were the entire totem clan's enemy.

However, Supreme Saint Xu's expression suddenly turned grave when he saw the other party's white horse.

"A sacred beast, a divine beast bloodline?" He said word by word.

At the same time, the giant eagle in the sky, as well as the ordinary saints and their spiritual beasts, looked at the White Horse Lightning.

He Yiming glanced at them from the corner of his eye and realized that among these people, only two of them had sacred beasts that were goshawks. Although their sacred beasts were of different sizes and species, they were still considered a type of eagle. However, the sacred beasts of the other two people were not eagles, but various kinds of beasts.

The place ahead was probably a place where a few large clans of the totem clan lived together. That was why there were so many Venerables.

After hearing Great Saint Xu's words, all the Totem Saints had a trace of admiration in their eyes, and even their eyes were faintly glowing.

The sacred beasts behind them, regardless of their cultivation, were also in awe at this moment.

He Yiming smiled proudly and said, "That's right. My sacred beast has a divine beast bloodline."

Great Saint Xu's expression was extremely grave. Of course, he was not serious about He Yiming, but about the White Horse Lightning.

"How may I address you? Why are you chasing after our totem clan's Great Saint?"

At this point, everyone's expression changed slightly. The totem clan was notorious, but it was not as if they had never been hunted before.

However, the only ones who could chase after the totem clan and still refuse to give up were the two people in front of him.

He Yiming saw the gloomy expression on Zhao Qinlin's face. He immediately laughed and said, "I'm He Yiming from Sky Lake Hengshan."

Many totem clansmen's expressions changed slightly. Although they had never seen He Yiming before, they had heard of this name.

"He Yiming? Didn't you have a 20-year agreement with us? Why are you here today? " Great Saint Xu rebuked angrily, "Do you think that no one in the totem clan can defeat you?"

When he said this, a huge aura gushed out from his body and pressed down on He Yiming like it was covering the sky and the earth.

However, He Yiming, who had been baptized by the pressure of the Oracle and had the experience of the Land of Reincarnation, did not take this pressure to heart.

He laughed and said, "You're right. Since you remember the 20-year agreement, why is this Great Saint of the Mouse Clan joining forces with others to kill He Yiming?"

His voice was loud and clear, like a muffled thunderclap, instantly spreading far and wide.

Great Saint Xu's expression changed slightly. Before he could say anything, there was an uproar in the valley. Like a wave, it spread to the innermost part of the valley.

In the distance, two huge auras rose again. They were rushing over as fast as they could. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)

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