Chapter 3938 on Fire

"Crack!"

The big tree was split in half with a slamming sound, and the flames burned. Those people finally calmed down and quickly avoided it. However, at this time, their bodies had been scorched by lightning, making them embarrassed.

They stood on the edge of the mountain road one by one, looking at the flames that were burning in the rain, and soon smothered by the rain, all of them were stunned.

With their cultivation strength, they were actually struck by lightning on this rainy day.

They looked at their master cautiously, and when they saw the breath on his body, they only felt that a heart was tightly grasped by a hand, unable to breathe, especially when they saw that his red hair was stained with The smell of fire debris and burning traces came out, which made them even more fearful in their hearts.

They didn't have the guts to go up and put out the fire for the master, but they were also extremely frightened when they saw the small fire debris burning his hair. The flames were pinched out, which made them secretly relieved.

The rain kept falling, and there was no place to cover the rain. The cavalry guards could only endure the feeling of palpitations and stepped forward to block the rain for their master again. At this time, the suffocation of King Shura, the violent aura made him The people around me didn't dare to take a breath, they could only hope that the rain would stop as soon as possible.

Of course, the rain didn't stop until the next morning.

Feng Jiu and his party in the ruined temple saw the rain stopped and walked out. The sky after the rain was exceptionally blue and the air was very fresh. Feng Jiu couldn't help but smile when she looked at the spirit beasts and horses tied together outside.

"Master, do you want to continue the journey?" Du Fan asked, already sitting on the black carriage, ready to take the carriage to sell, after all, these are all their trophies.

"Well, let's go! Riding a spirit beast horse, riding a carriage, and speeding up your feet." Feng Jiu smiled and let them all pick it up. While turning around, she said to the monk, "Master, Get in the carriage!"

The monk glanced at the black carriage and murmured softly, "Amitabha, the poor monk can walk on foot..." Before he finished speaking, Feng Jiu interrupted him.

"Master, monks should be eclectic."

Hearing this, the monk was not ready to say anything, but only after looking at Feng Jiu did he say, "Amitabha, the poor monk obeys the arrangements of the donor." After speaking, he walked towards the carriage.

The resentment and suffocation around the carriage dissipated when King Asura 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, Bai Qingcheng and Qin Xin also carried the child up, and they also picked a spirit beast horse to ride on. When everyone was ready, the woman huddled in the corner walked from behind Came out, glanced at them, seemed to want to follow but dared not follow.

"Your injury is almost done, go away on your own!" Leng Hua glanced at her, paused, and then pulled out a spirit beast horse: "This mount is for you."

The woman looked at the mount, but backed away with a pale face: "No, no, I don't need this, I'll just go by myself."

If you don't know how it came about, it's fine. Knowing that those mounts are the hussars of King Shura, how could she dare to ride them? God knows if he will get into trouble because of this mount and be targeted by the people of King Shura?