The night was gloomy, like ink-soaked brocade wrapping the heavens and the earth, only a solitary moon hung in the sky, clear and cold, plating the barren mountains and mountains with a layer of pale light.
The wind whimpered, and there was silence all around.
In the depths of the night, a dark team rushed on the rugged mountain road through the moonlight.
The leader was tall but full of embarrassment, and he was the magical power of the temple lord who was powerful in the past.
He was followed by more than two hundred remnant disciples, all in ragged clothes, haggard faces, bloodshot eyes, and their steps were vain but did not dare to stop.
On this escape, they chose inaccessible and dangerous roads, day and night.
hide in dark caves or deep jungles during the day, dare not start fires, and only cold the belly of fruits with dry food; The slightest wind and grass are like startled birds.
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