It was a mass of black hair, littered in the corner of the wall, stained with blood.

After Yang Xuan's divine mind scanned this mass of hair, he finally determined that this was Chikong's hair.

At that moment, footsteps sounded, and then a voice came from behind him: "What are you doing here?"

Yang Xuan turned around and looked, and the first thing that caught his eye was the scar on Song Qingyu's eyebrows, which looked like a centipede.

"I want to see if there are any clues. "Yang Xuan is telling the truth, there is nothing to hide, human nature.

Song Qingyu walked over and glanced at Yang Xuan coldly, and then asked, "Did you find anything?"

Yang Xuan shook his head: "No." ”

Song Qingyu's eyes were cold, and she said coldly: "Do your part, don't come here again." ”

Yang Xuan didn't speak this time, just glanced at Song Qingyu, turned around and left.

It's just that in a place where Song Qingyu can't see, the ball of hair in the corner of the wall has disappeared silently.

Back in the room, Yang Xuan directly took out the ball of hair.

The divine thought soaked the hair like flowing water, and the breath of life that belonged to the red sky was extremely detailed under Yang Xuan's pervasive scanning.

After a while, his gaze fell in a certain direction through the window.

The breath in this mass of hair is faintly associated with a certain point, there is a strange connection.

It was the soul breath that belonged to the red sky.

The next moment, he leaned back slightly, and disappeared directly into the ripples.

Beyond the hospital is a vast, undeveloped primeval forest, in which ancient trees are towering and vines are everywhere, and the wind is impermeable.

All kinds of animals and plants multiply, running around each other, and reverberating a scene full of vitality.

Yang Xuan shuttled between the dense forests at an extremely fast speed, stopping from time to time to take a closer look.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on the blood stained on a vine.

Walking over and probing with his hand, the blood had not yet coagulated, and it looked like it had been left not long ago.

He was just about to fly up, when suddenly his heart moved, and his mind had already reached back.

A black figure flickered away, sweeping towards even darker places.

Yang Xuan didn't hesitate and followed directly.

The speed of the black shadow is very fast, shuttling between the dense forests, if there is no entity, even with Yang Xuan's speed, before he does not shrink the ground into inches, he can't rely on speed alone to approach in a short period of time.

The black shadow seemed to be deliberately leading Yang Xuan to a certain place, changing direction from time to time.

Yang Xuan was not in a hurry, just followed behind.

And so for about an hour, the shadow stopped in front of a cave.

Yang Xuan fell, looked at the figure in front of him with his back to him, and after being silent for a long time, he suddenly sighed.

The black shadow turned slowly, and beneath the messy hair was a pale and bloodless face.

It is the first holy son of the holy mountain, the red sky.

Akaku had a weird smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth were upturned, like a rag doll with a cracked mouth, which looked extremely terrifying.

He slowly stretched out his fingers, nodded at Yang Xuan, and said in an extremely hoarse and cold voice, "Who are you?"

Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed, because this voice was not the voice of the red sky at all.

Chikong laughed strangely, his body suddenly leaned forward, his toes stoed, and the whole person pounced towards Yang Xuan in a very strange posture.

Before the person arrived, the miserable white sharp nails under the night had already torn through the void, bringing out five narrow and dark spatial cracks.

Yang Xuan's eyes froze, his arm shook, and a crystal like jade palm greeted him with a little bit of gold.

Rumble!

After the loud bang, all the trees and rocks within a radius of 100 meters turned into powder and floated away.

Yang Xuan's expression was solemn, because from the fight just now, he had already found out Chikong's cultivation at this time.

Late stage of the day level.

Fortunately, he seemed to have some scruples and compressed his power within a range, which did not cause more serious consequences.

Chikong couldn't hit it with one blow, and between the strange laughs, he pounced again, extremely fast, and he didn't stop if he didn't kill Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan was just about to catch up, but found that the red sky on the opposite side suddenly staggered, and then the whole person froze in place.

After a while, a familiar and anxious voice suddenly came out of Chikong's mouth: "Yang Xuan, you go quickly." ”

Yang Xuan was stunned for a moment, and tried to ask, "Red Sky?"

"It's me, I don't have much time, you listen to me. Akura's body writhed strangely, as if two different forces were vying for control of the body.

"What the hell is going on?" Yang Xuan asked loudly.

"My ...... I have another person in my body. Chikong said in a hurried tone: "I can't control it, you go quickly, go quickly." ”

Yang Xuan did not retreat, but advanced, and took two steps forward to get straight to the topic: "How can I help you?"

"What if...... If I'm completely out of control, please kill ...... Kill me......"

Before Chikong's words could be finished, his originally stiff body suddenly took a step forward, and his hands stabbed towards Yang Xuan like sharp arrows.

The next moment, Yang Xuan's hands bloomed like lotus flowers, and his ten fingers rotated, bringing out clouds of mist, which was extremely graceful.

Zheng Zheng Zheng.

After a clash of gold and iron, the two of them each took a step back.

It turns out that your name is Yang Xuan. "That strange sound reappeared, far and near, unpredictable.

As soon as the golden light appeared, a golden long sword directly appeared in Yang Xuan's hand.

He was going to capture Chikong and make plans again.

Just as he was about to make a move, there was a sudden fluctuation in the distance.

"Boom, Yang Xuan, we're not done. The red sky suddenly retreated, quickly disappearing into the night.

The voice was in his ears, and Yang Xuan was stunned for a moment.

Because the voice actually gave him a very familiar feeling, as if he had heard it somewhere.

Before he could think about it, a golden figure swept directly behind him.

The guard of the imperial court, Song Qingyu.

"What about people?"

Song Qingyu's voice was very cold, like a cold pool in the cold night.

Yang Xuan retracted his thoughts and asked rhetorically, "Who is it?"

"Lin Tongfang!"

Song Qingyu stood quietly in the void, her gaze was like two cold blades, stabbing straight at Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan shook his head and said lightly: "I don't know." ”

"Don't know?" Song Qingyu slowly approached, her voice like ice: "I clearly saw you fighting with him just now." ”

Yang Xuan laughed: "Since you saw him flee after fighting me, and you still came to ask me, isn't it nonsense?"

Song Qingyu's eyes were not good, and she said coldly: "What do you want to do when you go out here alone late at night?"

"Do I have to report to you wherever I go?" Yang Xuan asked rhetorically.

"In these extraordinary times, I have the right to ask. Song Qingyu exuded a chill from her body.

"I can't sleep, come out for a walk, can't I?" Yang Xuan said lightly, then turned around and left.

Laugh at!

A sharp sound of breaking the sky sounded behind him, accompanied by a huge cold air, which pierced Yang Xuanhou's heart.

Yang Xuan's body was slightly on one side, and he turned around in an instant, and his right arm was held up from the bottom up, with a little starlight.

Bang!

After a muffled sound, the two of them retreated at the same time.

Song Qingyu's eyes were even more unkind, and she said coldly: "You dare to resist?"

Yang Xuan's face also turned cold, and he said, "What does General Song mean by this?"

Song Qingyu sneered: "I now suspect that you are related to Lin Tongfang's murder case, and I will issue a formal arrest for you, I hope you will not resist and cooperate with the investigation." ”

Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed, and after being silent for a long time, he said word by word: "General Song insists on doing this?"

Song Qingyu didn't speak again, but slowly pulled out a Qiushui long knife from his waist, the blade was slender and cold.