Zhang Qian hesitated for a moment, then followed.

Lin Jinglong noticed that the Qingtian Alliance members had followed him. He quickly moved away and erased any trace he had left behind.

This made the faces of the Qingtian Alliance members extremely ugly.

"We'll settle accounts with him when my father arrives!"

Li Wutian was starting to get anxious.

Meanwhile, Chen Zui suddenly panicked when he realized that Lin Jinglong was about to search for his true form.

In fact, he had already left Tianbao City last night and was currently replenishing his energy in a mountain cave a hundred miles away.

After he noticed Lin Jinglong's movements.

They immediately left the cave and sped off towards a place far from Tianbao City, or even towards the southern border.

But what's terrifying is...

Lin Jinglong used the Heavenly Path Guide to control his remnant soul.

Then, through the connection between the remnant soul and the original body.

They tracked him down, moving much faster than this cultivator who was skilled in illusions but not in direct combat.

It was late at night.

In the mountains and forests, his steps faltered slightly, lost in his reverie.

He rushed into a dense forest, an area that seemed untouched for a thousand years, the most secluded of all.

But given the advantage that speed brings.

No matter how well he hides it, it's all in vain.

Lin Jinglong's figure still rushed to his vicinity.

Should we keep running?

Lin Jinglong, holding the Supreme Sword, stood atop a thousand-year-old tree, looking down at the disheveled Chen Zui below.

At this moment, Chen Zui's expression suddenly turned bitter.

He took out a jade slip and said in a low voice, "If I give you the Drunken Dream Immortal Scripture, will you let me go?"