Outside the prohibition of the small courtyard, it was peaceful, and in the dead of night, only the stars in the sky twinkled and twinkled.

In the small courtyard, Zhang Bo, who was bloodied on his clothes, put away the male and female swords, and the blood on the sword dripped down, not touching the blade at all, but as if absorbing the power of qi and blood, and a trace of evil qi appeared.

Letting go of his hand, a corpse that was still warm fell to the ground, and the knife in Xiao Daotong's hand collided with the ground, making a crisp jingle bell.

Raised his foot and stepped over a pool of blood on the ground, walked out of the room slowly, closed the door again, and walked to the center of the small courtyard.

Call......

Relieved, Zhang Bo looked up at the sky with a calm face.

It's time to go, and if you don't go, you probably won't be able to go.

If someone comes to assassinate, there must be someone in the sect who has noticed his abnormal movement, and the one who can send a killer of such strength must be the high-level personnel of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, but he has not mobilized the people, so eighty percent of the elders are aware of it.

Who could it be?

Zhang Bo was puzzled, and suddenly felt something, and looked up at the mountains in the distance.

Zhou Jin is dead!

Because of the power of this contract, Zhou Jin's general situation can be perceived by Zhang Bo.

Why did he die?

It's obvious that Zhou Jin did something he shouldn't have done.

He may well have been exposed by now!

Maybe the strong man who captured him was on the way to come now, thinking of this, Zhang Bo couldn't help but wipe a trace of cold sweat from his forehead.

In this way, Zhang Bo took the many treasures and cultivation resources that he had "borrowed" in the past few days, like oil under his feet, and started to run under the floating island from the path as soon as he slipped away.

Halfway through the run, Zhang Bo ran back to the Ten Thousand Demon Sect Mission Hall, and under the stunned gaze of the disciples on duty on the night shift, he exchanged all Gu Yantong's points over the years into treasures and cultivation resources in one go.

"Holy Maiden, are you going out to practice?"

A deacon stationed in the mission hall walked out of the side and asked with a smile.

"No, no, I've just recently improved my cultivation and want to exchange some resources for a breakthrough. ”

Gu Yantong's Zhang Bo also smiled and bowed, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Holy Maiden, since you are about to break through, all the resources you exchange will only charge eighty percent of the fee, and I also congratulate the Holy Maiden in advance. ”

When the deacon heard this, he was overjoyed, and ordered the disciple next to him to take 20% of the resources, and then offered them with both hands.

This scene made Zhang Bo smile happily, smiled and took over the remaining two percent of the resources, looked at the middle-aged deacon who only turned Dan on the opposite side and looked a little restrained, and waved his hand in an awe-inspiring manner.

"Deacon, if you encounter any difficulties in the future, report the name of the Holy Maiden, or come directly to me. ”

"Thank you, thank you, Holy Maiden. ”

The middle-aged deacon seemed to have heard a great happy event, and helped 'Gu Yangtong' out of the mission hall with a flattering face, and bowed down to say goodbye to 'Gu Yantong', watching Zhang Bo walk out of sight before leaving.

[Hahaha, I finally hugged the thigh of the saint! Hahaha, I will be the saint's person in the future!]

After the middle-aged deacon turned around, his respectful smile turned into ecstasy in an instant, and he walked briskly towards the back of the mission hall, and another deacon from the mission hall walked over with an envious look on his face.

"Old Wangtou, you actually hugged the thigh of the saint?"

"That's, I've been planning for a long time since I heard that the saint had amnesia, and today I finally waited for the saint to come to our mission hall, hahaha!"

Speaking of this, the middle-aged deacon couldn't help but laugh again.

The deacon on the side regretted it and glanced at the middle-aged deacon helplessly.

"I thought that the saint's amnesia was a fake news from that person! Hey, miscalculation, for the sake of the two of us, we have been stationed together in this mission hall for more than 30 years, and my brother will remember me when he is developed in the future!"

"Hahaha, that's nature. ”

At this moment, a pitch-black figure appeared behind the two, listening to the conversation between the two, and couldn't help but snort coldly.

The two deacons heard the 'hum' sound and hurriedly turned around.

When the middle-aged deacon saw the comer, he was so frightened that he immediately clasped his fists and bowed three times, his face extremely pale.

"The Great Elder is coming, the disciple is not welcome, please ask the elder to surrender!"

"Humph, rubbish!"

The red light flashed in the corners of the black shadow's eyes, and it disappeared into the night in an instant like a ghost.

"I, I'm done......"

The middle-aged deacon's face was like ashes, and he sat on the ground, as if he had no soul.

Seeing this, the deacon on the side also hurriedly walked away, not daring to talk to the middle-aged deacon anymore, the Ten Thousand Demons Sect has an unwritten rule, if there is a deacon or elder who manages the important territory of the sect and stands in line privately, he will be despised by the disciples and even the elders of the whole sect, especially if this kind of thing is known by the elders of high and powerful positions, and the results are self-evident.

............

The black shadow just now was naturally the Great Elder Zhou Gu who found out that his grandson was strangled by the power of the contract, and after his grandson's death, he knew that Xiao Daotong was definitely not an opponent.

The death of a mere Taoist boy is insignificant to him, but it is not good if the other party is startled and the person pretending to be a saint takes the opportunity to escape.

However, if the Holy Lord makes a move, even if the other party escapes to the ends of the earth, it will not help, but it is a little too late to ask the Holy Lord to come out of the customs now.

So Zhou Gu scanned the entire floating island with his powerful divine sense, and then heard the words of the middle-aged elder, so he teleported over to find the traces of the other party.

Obviously, he succeeded, he felt a trace of the other party's breath, thousands of miles away in the north!

"You want to run away, you're thinking about fart!"

Without thinking about it, Zhou Gu turned into a black cloud and chased after it at a very fast speed.

..........

After Zhang Bo left the mission hall, he rushed out of the floating island without any scruples, and the elders guarding the mountain gate originally wanted to stop him, but when he saw that it was the holy woman who was coming, he didn't bother with it and let him go all the way.

As soon as he came out of the realm of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, Zhang Bo changed his form and turned into a little boy who was only eleven or twelve years old, carrying a small burden and walking in the mountains.

Holding a quaint book in his hand, he walked away aimlessly while reading it.

At this moment, a black cloud stopped above the head of the little boy that Zhang Bo had turned into, and Zhou Gu walked out of the black cloud with a frown, and couldn't help muttering: "Strange, why is the breath missing here?"

Looking around, I saw a little boy reading in the mountains.

After the divine sense probed, he found that there was only a boy nearby, and it was a mortal, so he fell down with peace of mind and stood still in front of the little boy.

"Ahem, little doll, can you see a beautiful big sister flying through the sky?"

Zhou Gu's words are both a question and a temptation, after all, he can't find the other party's breath now, but this little boy is just a mortal, if he sees it, it is very likely that the other party is pretending.

With the principle that it is better to kill mistakes than to let go, I still have to ask.

"Grandpa is talking about a big sister who looks a little taller than me and wears particularly beautiful clothes?"

The little boy replied with a smile.