Chapter 3943
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"Kacha!"
The large tree was split into two halves with a kacha and the flames started to burn. Those people finally regained their senses and quickly dodged. However, their bodies were already charred by the lightning and they were in a sorry state.
They all stood by the mountain path and looked at the flames that were burning in the rain and were extinguished by the rain. They were all stunned.
With their cultivation and strength, they were actually struck by lightning on this rainy day.
They carefully looked at their master. When they saw the aura on his body, they felt as if their hearts were being squeezed tightly by a hand, making it difficult for them to breathe. In particular, when they saw that the ends of his scarlet red hair were stained with sparks of fire, and there was a trace of a burnt smell, it made them feel even more terrified.
They did not have the guts to step forward and extinguish the fire for their master. However, when they saw the small flame burning his hair, they were extremely terrified. Fortunately, not long after, they saw him raise his hand and extinguish the small flame at the tip of his hair. Only then did they secretly heave a sigh of relief.
The rain continued to fall and there was nowhere to shelter them from the rain. The guards could only endure the fear in their hearts and step forward to block the rain for their master. At this moment, the Demon King's body was filled with a murderous aura. That ruthless aura made the people around him not dare to breathe loudly. They could only hope that the rain would stop as soon as possible.
However, the rain continued to fall until the next morning before gradually stopping.
Fengjiu and the rest who were in the run-down temple walked out when they saw that the rain had stopped. The sky after the rain was exceptionally blue and the air was very fresh. Fengjiu looked at the spirit horses that were tied together outside and could not help but smile.
"Master, are we going to continue our journey?" Du Fan asked. He was already sitting in the black horse carriage and was prepared to bring the carriage along to sell it. After all, these were their spoils of war.
"Mm, let's go! Ride the spirit horses and sit in the carriage. It's faster to walk. " Fengjiu smiled and let them choose their own. He turned around and said to the monk, "Master, you can sit in the carriage!"
The monk glanced at the black horse carriage and softly muttered, "Amitabha, this poor monk can walk …" Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Fengjiu.
"Master, monks shouldn't stick to one pattern."
Hearing this, the monk didn't say anything else. He glanced at Fengjiu and said, "Amitabha, this poor monk will listen to benefactor's arrangements." With that, he walked towards the carriage.
The resentment and baleful aura around the carriage dispersed after the Asura King left. Even so, in the eyes of the monk, the carriage was still stained with the smell of blood.
Xuanyuan Moze got into the carriage, and Bai Qingcheng and Qin Xin carried their children up. They also chose a spirit beast horse to ride. When everyone was ready, the woman who was hiding in the corner walked out from behind. She glanced at them, as if she wanted to follow them but didn't dare to.
"Your injuries are almost healed. Leave on your own!" Leng Hua glanced at her, paused for a moment, then pulled out a spirit horse. "This mount is for you."
The woman looked at the mount and backed away with a pale face. "No, no, I don't need this. I can walk on my own."
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