Mystic God-level Emperor System

When everyone heard Zhao Cheng's words and thought of the consequences, their complexions changed again and again, and they did not dare to talk nonsense, and immediately began to use various methods to judge the direction of Su Han's escape.

The Holy Master of Leng's family took out three things that looked like bamboo sticks, and lightly threw them into the air, and then muttered a word.

Soon, the three bamboo sticks all pointed in a certain direction.

"He ran in that direction!"

The Holy Master of Leng Family said in a deep voice.

"How accurate is your Leng Family's arithmetic in the Xuantian Domain?"

Wen Junxing frowned.

"Although it has been weakened, it is equally useful. This is the foundation of our Leng Family!"

Sage Master Leng Family said with a solemn expression.

"Okay, then chase over there, remember to use your arithmetic methods more, we can arrange it and surround him!"

Wen Junxing said.

After saying this, he took the Shiyang Palace Sanxian to chase after him, followed by the Leng Family Sage Lord and a group of Leng Family dead men.

Zhao Cheng hesitated, and suddenly shouted in the direction of the city gate: "This son does whatever he wants in Xuan Tianyu. You can kill anyone who wants to kill. You will inevitably become his next target. Why not take this opportunity to treat him. kill?"

Zhao Cheng's eyes fell on Hou Chao.

After all, Hou Chao is the chief of the martial arts camp in District 1, as long as he gives an order, the martial artists of the martial arts camp will basically respond!

"Zhao Cheng makes sense."

Hou Chao nodded slightly, his voice almost resounding through the whole question Xiancheng: "This person has a mysterious background, and his methods must be checked and balanced, otherwise it will affect the current situation of Wen Xiancheng!"

"What Chief Hou said is quite true!"

"Then let's do it together. With so many of us, it is not difficult to suppress a Holy Lord."

"Go together!"

The corners of Hou Chao's mouth rose slightly.

Soon, a large number of holy masters emerged in Wenxian City, at least two hundred in number. These holy masters are all powerful in the martial arts camp.

With a mighty momentum, they chased in the direction of Su Han's escape.

It didn't take long.

Isaiah’s sea clan was also dispatched, and both the martial arts and sea clan camps participated in this matter, but the rest of the camps were still on the sidelines.

In the next few days of chasing, Su Han found that no matter which direction he headed, the tails behind him could follow closely.

"They seem to have some way to figure out my direction, similar to the power of life?"

Su Han stood in place and pondered for a few breaths, and gradually had a decision in his heart.

Next, fight a chasing battle with the opponent, a tug of war.

If the other party can figure out his location, he can also figure out the result of the other party's calculation, it depends on who is deeper.

Thinking of this, the authority to ask for life slowly surged.

"Thirty miles to the southeast is not only safe, but there is also a chance to fight back."

After a few breaths, Su Han flew towards the southeast.

But the next moment, his figure stopped immediately.

The calculation result just now is no longer useful.

The southeast side is showing a fierce look!

"laugh……"

Su Han continued to operate the power to ask for life.

"The northwest is safe and there is no opportunity to fight back."

"The southwest is safe and there is a chance to fight back."

Su Han flew a distance towards the northwest.

The hexagram has changed again.

at the same time.

On the other side, Wen Junxing and others who were chasing wildly also stopped one after another.

Their current team is very large.

Of the ten sun palace.

Zhao's.

Cold.

There are more than a dozen people belonging to the martial arts camp, and they all followed Hou Chao.

And more than fifty holy masters headed by Isaiah from the sea clan.

Together, the number has exceeded 400!

Four hundred holy masters.

This kind of power is enough to make any party feel jealous no matter where it is placed in the first zone, even the Void God Race, and they are not sure that they can eat this team.

Right now, every holy lord is looking at the sweating holy lord of the Leng family.

"Leng Donghao, can you do it? Why is his position suddenly erratic?"

Zhao Cheng frowned.

"Don't make a noise!"

Leng Donghao glared at him angrily, then focused his attention on his three ‘Missing Lots’.

The questioning lottery is a unique method of a certain ancestor in the Leng family. Through its special technique, this kind of magic weapon of Dayan Level 3 was forged. Only the children of the holy master who have attracted special attention in the Leng family are eligible to receive the death. sign.

Its function, combined with the Leng family's techniques, can greatly enhance the arithmetic power of the Leng family's children!

But now, the results of the questioning lottery are constantly changing, and until the end, the strength in his body is somewhat unable to support himself before the calculation!

Zhao Cheng's face sank, but seeing Leng Donghao sweating profusely, he was obviously using all his strength, and he stopped talking, just watched, but every time he waited, the other party would flee further. They couldn't wait. Up!

The erratic question mark finally pointed to one of the directions at a certain moment, and at the same time, a message flooded into Leng Donghao's mind.

At this moment, his arithmetic power has actually been exhausted.

In the past, he must be very confident in himself.

You will believe this result without hesitation.

But now this result appeared under the premise that his arithmetic power was exhausted, and there may be errors.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes kept falling on him, making Leng Donghao feel quite pressured, especially Hou Chao and Isaiah, the two camp chiefs.

If something goes wrong today, but the face of the entire Leng family is lost and spread to the second area, how can the face of the Leng family survive?

Thinking of this, Leng Donghao pointed in a certain direction: "He is three hundred miles away from here."

"Didn't he keep running?"

Hou Chao said suddenly.

"No."

Leng Donghao bit his head.

He couldn't count the other side's whereabouts now.

"This person must have thought that he is in a safe place, and I can't find him anymore."

Wen Junxing sneered.

"Then go over and take a look."

Hou Chao gave a faint smile.

More than 400 holy masters quickly rushed to the place where Leng Donghao had calculated it, which was a grand canyon.

"You guys, in order to prevent him from fleeing here, I suggest that in a team of twenty people, one hundred people should be divided to occupy five positions, and the rest will go directly into the canyon and scrape the ground three feet to find him."

Hou Chao said solemnly.

Wen Junxing glanced at him, and then faintly said: "I agree, our Shiyang Palace will keep this direction."

"No, your ten sun palace is the protagonist of this matter, we are just assisting from the side, you must put some effort into it."

Hou Chao smiled.

Wen Junxing sneered: "When did the people from the immortal realm camp have their turn to be instructed by the martial arts camp? Even if Yue Yu is here, I may not listen to him, what are you?"

"Wen Junxing, just say if you have something to say, don't create internal conflicts at this moment." Isaiah smiled, "Now there are hundreds of holy masters in the martial arts camp, and I have brought more than fifty holy masters. There are only a dozen people in the Yang Palace, so there is nothing wrong with following Hou Chao's instructions."