9385. Chapter 9385 Ten Thousand Years of Resentment 2

Zhong Ping waved his hand, interrupting Leng Xuan's words, and said: "I know what you want to say. As you said, I am the master, I have my own way to deal with them. As for you, it is better to leave here quickly."

Seeing that Zhong Ping was unwilling to say more, Leng Xuan nodded and said: "Okay. Senior, you should be more careful." After saying that, he turned and left the room.

"Everyone, let's go." Looking at the waiting people, Leng Xuan didn't say much and walked straight out of the house. Qiu Yu chased out a few steps and asked: "Little friend Lin, can we get out in one day?" Leng Xuan gave him a reassuring smile and said: "Don't worry, I will take care of everything." As he said that, he waved his hand, and the gorgeous golden light suddenly fell from the sky, covering everyone.

Immediately, everyone felt their bodies sink slightly, and suddenly accelerated, rushing towards the inevitable.

"Little friend Lin, are you sure you are going this way?" Du Hang asked.

Leng Xuan nodded in response. Before leaving, Zhong Ping had told him the route to get out. Because this is the central area of ​​the dead land, under the strong power of death, the space will be slightly distorted. Under this subtle change, you think you are heading south all the time, but in fact, the direction will be slightly offset, and you cannot feel this change. When you react, everything is too late.

According to Zhong Ping's instructions, Leng Xuan traveled hundreds of kilometers to the south, then slightly deviated to the east, corrected the direction, and continued on his way. After nearly a day of traveling and correcting the direction several times in a row, Leng Xuan and his party finally arrived at the edge of the dead land.

After a while, Liu Yu looked ahead and suddenly said excitedly: "It's a village, we are out." Hearing her shouting, everyone looked up. Sure enough, not far ahead, there was a village, which was where they rested before entering the dead land.

For a while, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Leng Xuan with a hint of respect and gratitude in their eyes. It would have taken several days to get there, but Leng Xuan took less than a day, and he was still traveling with so many people. At this moment, everyone didn't know that the young man in front of them was a hidden character.

Arriving at the village, Leng Xuan exhaled and said, "Okay, everyone, take a break first."

Qiu Yu stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Friend Lin, Lin Xuan should not be your real name, right?"

Leng Xuan smiled slightly, "So what if it is, so what if it is not, does it matter?"

"Friend Lin is right." Qiu Yu said, "I just want to know who saved us. Friend Lin, if you don't mind, can you tell us your identity?"

"Leng Xuan."

"Leng Xuan?" Qiu Yu was slightly startled, then thought of something, opened his mouth, and said in shock, "So friend... Oh no, it's Lord Leng. I have been rude these days, please forgive me, Lord Leng."

"Old Senior Qiu, I concealed my identity first, you don't have to apologize. Now you are safe, let's part ways now."

"Are you going back to Zhuoyang City, Lord Leng?"

"No, I'm going back there." As he said that, Leng Xuan stretched out his hand and pointed behind Qiu Yu.

Qiu Yu was surprised and asked, "Master Leng is going back to the place of death?"

"I haven't finished my work yet, Senior Qiu, everyone, see you later, goodbye!" After saying that, Leng Xuan pointed his toes, jumped high, and flew straight to the place of death.