Martial Dao Great Emperor

For safety reasons, Luo Xiu also walked in an area where cultivators were rare. The energy of the realm avenue here was weak, and strong people rarely appeared.

One day.

Luo Xiu was walking in a forest, and a force of soul perception swept over in an instant.

Through the breath perceived by the soul, Luo Xiu quickly determined that the owner of the breath was a cultivator of the Eighteen Dao Realm.

Fortunately, this level of cultivation was still within the controllable range.

Just as the thought flashed through his mind.

A beam of light flew over and hovered above Luo Xiu.

This was an old man, but there were green tentacles growing between his eyebrows. He was not a regular human, but a special race among the human race.

In the vast Tianyuan realm, there are many such races, and even the top strong men dare not say that they can understand all the races in the world.

"Is there something wrong with you?"

Luo Xiu looked at the other party with a vigilant look in his eyes.

This is also the normal behavior of cultivators. After all, someone is running towards you and using soul perception to explore and scan you. This behavior itself represents a kind of disrespect.

"I wonder which faction you are from, and why you are in this area?"

Hearing the other party's question, Luo Xiu's heart sank slightly.

It seems that Yuanmeng has spread a net to find his whereabouts, even such a remote place can be affected.

"This is my business, it seems that there is no need to tell you, right?" Luo Xiu said coldly.

"Since you don't say it, it's suspicious."

The other party had no expression, raised his hand and offered a treasure seal, and smashed it towards Luo Xiu in the air.

Bang!

Luo Xiu punched out, and the treasure seal was directly hit into the air.

Under the impact of the powerful force, the old monk in the air retreated repeatedly, with a look of horror on his face.

"Isn't it good to be alive? Why do you have to seek death?"

Luo Xiu's figure turned into a light and came into the air, and the power of the source of the god spread out in an instant.

Instantly, the old monk felt that his soul and sea of ​​consciousness were sealed.

Luo Xiu sent another fist seal across the sky.

Bang!

A blood mist splashed in the air. Although the old man was in the Eighteenth Dao Realm, his body was blown up by Luo Xiu in a single encounter.

His soul source had no time to escape, and was grabbed by Luo Xiu. No matter how he struggled, he could not get away.

Then, Luo Xiu quickly erased the traces of the scene, and used the power of the end of the Ten Thousand Dao Divine Source Cauldron to flush time and space, leaving no cause and effect to follow.

After doing all this, Luo Xiu turned into a light and flew away.

On the way to escape, Luo Xiu began to refine the soul source in his hand and extract the memory fragments contained in it.

Through the information obtained from the memory fragments, Luo Xiu further confirmed that this person was indeed a cultivator in charge of an area, specializing in searching for suspicious people.

The so-called suspicious person, naturally, refers to him, Luo Xiu.

Moreover, the Yuan League issued a bounty order with extremely generous conditions. Not to mention the cultivators of the 29th realm, even the cultivators of the 39th realm would be tempted to flock to it.

Such a remote area has received the order, let alone other places. The influence of the Yuan League is too great.

In the blink of an eye, several years have passed.

Although Luo Xiu has been hiding, he has not deliberately hidden in any corners. Instead, he is active in a certain range.

As long as it is safe at present, he will not run around easily, otherwise it will be bad if he accidentally breaks into the perception range of a top strongman.

Later.

Luo Xiu simply found a seabed and opened up a cave deeper in the seabed, intending to practice in seclusion for a period of time.

Anyway, there is no time for practice. Maybe after thousands or tens of thousands of years, the Yuan League still can't find his whereabouts, and he is gradually forgotten by the world.