The ghost looked at the damp ground, reached out and grabbed a handful of dirt mixed with plant ash, and his hand was so cold that it was as if he had grasped a piece of ice, and a cold air mixed with blood came to his face, and he put the dirt under his nose and sniffed it, and once again smelled a faint medicinal fragrance;

"The power of ice, the smell of blood, and the strange fragrance of herbs, who is it? What kind of exercises are you practicing? It is impossible for one person to cultivate so many powers at the same time, isn't the outsider alone? ”

Just when the ghost was full of doubts and muttered to himself, the mana in the black scale's palm spit out, stunned the struggling treasure hunting spirit mouse, casually put the little mouse into his arms, walked quickly to the ghost and squatted down, looked at the ghost with a thoughtful expression, and asked softly in a respectful tone;

"Ghosts? Did you find anything else? ”

The ghost looked up at the black scales, his eyes were indifferent and indifferent, as if he was looking at nothingness, and then turned his head to glance at the ghost knife and the dark sword that followed, his cold and ruthless gaze, as if he was looking at a dead person, like the same ice that has not changed through the ages, and his cold and indifferent tone spoke in a deep voice with a little doubt;

"If my expectations are correct, the outsiders encountered the man-eating flower demon in this place, and burned it alive with the legendary Samadhi True Fire, the people from the Blood Refining Hall should have arrived later, there are no obvious traces of fighting here, so it seems that there are at least two possibilities, and even a third possibility!"

As he spoke, the ghost stood up on its own, and walked on a messy land without the slightest fluctuation, like a ghost from the Netherworld, wandering through the hell of Senluo, with a hint of excitement hidden in his uncertain words;

"The first type, the people of the Blood Refining Hall fought with outsiders, but they were not their enemies, they were all killed by them after losing one move, and even the Blood Refining Hall Master Blood Tu was not the opponent of the outsiders, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great, and the Blood Tu and others died too quickly, so there were no obvious traces of fighting!"

Black Scales looked at the ghost's back, faintly, as if he had seen the black water of the year, with a mysterious aura all over his body, the same cold and ruthless, the same wisdom and calmness, invisibly giving people a sense of oppression, after hearing the ghost's rational analysis, Black Scales asked again;

"What about the second one?"

When the ghost heard this, he suddenly turned around, and in the pupils of his eyes, a light flashed away, and he spoke in a deep voice in an indifferent tone;

"The second possibility is that the outsiders have a lot of means, using some kind of herbs, so that the people of the Blood Refining Hall have all lost their combat effectiveness in a short period of time, and they are even powerless to resist even the highest cultivation of the Blood Slaughter, and finally they are easily killed by the outsiders, and the suspicion is that no corpse of the Blood Slaughter was found!"

Hearing this, Black Scale bowed his head slightly thoughtfully, and spoke in a deep voice in disbelief;

"That's why you say, there's a third possibility?"

When the ghost heard this, he turned to look into the depths of the jungle, and responded in a cold and indifferent voice;

"Not bad! This third possibility is that the outsiders are not alone, but a group of people, a group of masters with mysterious origins, the people of the Blood Refining Hall should have been killed by their joint efforts, and the Blood Refining Hall Master Blood Slaughter should have been defeated and captured, and finally died in other places! ”

Black Scale's heart was shocked when he heard this, and he couldn't help but exclaim in shock;

"Not alone? Is it a group of masters? How could they have quietly avoided the people on their daily parades? ”

When the ghost heard this, he spoke indifferently without looking back;

"Although I can't go out of the retreat, when I left the customs, I also heard something about the monster riot!"

Hearing this, Black Scale thought in his heart, and his face gradually relieved, but a strong fear and worry rose in his pupils, a master was not something he could deal with, let alone a group of masters, could it be that there were other forces that wanted to attack the Cult of the Evil God while the Divine Sacrifice was coming;

"You say that outsiders are a group of masters, what are the credentials?"

After listening to the ghost's analysis, the ghost knife was full of suspicion, and the urn opened his mouth to question, but the ghost still never looked back, as if there was something in the jungle that made him obsessed, and he responded in a cold and indifferent voice;

"The proof is that in addition to the bloody aura left by the Blood Refining Hall's cultivation of the Blood Demon Technique, I also discovered the legendary Samadhi True Fire, the power of yin and yang, the power of ice, and a mysterious herbal fragrance!"

The ghost walked slowly into the depths of the jungle, a cold and indifferent tone slowly coming;

"Even if the outsider is a monk of the Danding faction, it is impossible to cultivate so many completely different powers at the same time, not to mention the power of yin and yang, and the power of ice and fire, these four are completely opposite, and the attributes of the opposite power, so I suspect that there is more than one outsider!"

After hearing this, the ghost knife looked thoughtful, subconsciously reached out and scratched his head, looked at the Dark Sword beside him, followed the gaze of the Dark Sword, looked at the silent black scales, and finally turned to the ghost who quickly disappeared into the jungle, showing a look of bewilderment;

"Black Dragon! The ghost is gone, should we keep up? ”

The ghost knife looked back at the black scales again, and asked angrily;

"Huh? What the? ”

The black scales who lowered their heads and pondered, suddenly raised their heads when they heard the sound, as if they had just woken up from a dream, as if they had just recovered from their thoughts, and suddenly found that the ghost was not here, and immediately opened their mouths to ask;

"What about ghosts? Where did he go? ”

The ghost knife stretched out his finger and pointed in the direction of the ghost's departure, and responded in a deep voice full of puzzlement, as if wondering why he had to say what he had just said again;

"The ghost is going in that direction, shall we follow?"

Hearing this, Black Scale took the lead and walked quickly, urging the others to follow in an anxious tone;

"Quick! Come on! ”

Hearing this, the Stygian Sword hurriedly followed, but after just two steps, he accidentally stepped on a shriveled blood-clothed corpse, so he asked in a deep voice at the back of the black scales that quickly moved away;

"Black Dragon! What about the corpses of these people in the Blood Refining Hall? ”

Hearing this, Black Scale's leaping figure stopped abruptly, and after pondering for a few breaths, he spoke with a cold voice without looking back;

"Leave a few people to report to the elders, and most importantly, tell them about the ghost's guesses, and the others will join me in the search for the whereabouts of the outsiders!"

After the black scale finished speaking, he jumped forward again, and after a few ups and downs, he disappeared into the dense jungle, and the dark sword stretched out his hand to summon a few people, and after solemnly commanding, he followed closely with the ghost knife, and took the rest of the people, along the direction of the black scale's departure, and quickly flew away. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info (To be continued.) )