Chapter Thirty-Seven: Running in the Night

The hazy night covers the sky, and the trees in the forest are sleeping quietly. Under the light of the moon, the flowing mist shimmered with blue-white fluorescence.

A cool breeze blows, and people can't help but curl up.

When Chen Xiao opened his eyes, he found that he had left the Ziyang Cave Mansion.

The scene in front of you, where is it not the Dark Mountains?

I have to sigh that Ziyang Zhenjun's ability to defy the sky is like a star shifting, and he actually sent himself out.

Of course, this place should not be too far from the cave mansion, and Chen Xiao had to leave this area immediately.

An immortal weapon, plus a large number of spirit crystals, is the harvest of Chen Xiao's trip. It seems to be a fly in the ointment, but he knows how to be satisfied.

"Soul Classic, this thing is not in a hurry, improving strength right now is the king!"

Outside the Ziyang Cave Mansion, a group of people were still waiting outside.

One of them shouted, "The ban is gone, I'll go first!"

There is only one situation when the prohibition disappears, and that is when the inheritance or treasure has already been obtained.

In the cave, there are also many relatives of old monsters, whether it is to protect them or to snatch this treasure, this group of old things must step into it.

There was only one person, far away, who seemed to be waiting for something.

"Uh? Strange, disappeared? Appeared in the southwest direction? What's going on?"

Even though Fang Tiansheng was extremely puzzled, he was convinced of this aura.

No matter what means this man used, he would not escape his tracking. The revenge of killing his son is not shared, and he must avenge it.

Thinking of this, Fang Tiansheng chased after Chen Xiao at great speed.

was accompanied by Zhou Cheng, Dai Matong and others before, and there were talking and laughing along the way. It's not warm, but it's very cozy.

Returning to one person again, Chen Xiao must survive from this dangerous dark mountain, and to be honest, it is not easy.

It was night, and the direction was impossible to discern, but Chen Xiao knew that it must still be in the depths of the Dark Mountains.

There are many big demons living in the depths of the Dark Mountains, and if you are unlucky, you will end up in a hiccup situation.

Among these big demons, the one who needs to be guarded against the most is the King Kong milk ape.

The Vajra milk ape belongs to the gibbon monkey lineage, but the bloodline is not pure, the male ape is the Vajra Ape, and the female is called the Vajra milk ape.

This ape has a special hobby, that is, to capture human male pets, generally speaking, it will not take one night for the captured human to die violently, and the death is extremely miserable.

Since he couldn't tell the direction and it was too dangerous to walk late at night, Chen Xiao found a remote corner and waited for the dawn.

In fact, it was less than two hours before the golden rooster reported the dawn.

Leap to the top of a giant tree, lean against the trunk, and look up at the crescent moon.

The Void Realm cultivator was energetic and did not have a high need for sleep, so Chen Xiao was just quietly in a daze, listening to the movements in the vicinity with both ears.

......

The night of the Dark Ridge was as deep and terrifying as ever.

At night, it is the active period of monsters, foraging, wandering, fighting for territory, etc., which is far more intense than during the day.

Suddenly, the trees dozens of meters away began to sway, as if affected by the sound of breaking the air.

The small animals in the nearby area also fled when they heard the sound, and the movement was not small.

Chen Xiao clenched the Xuantie Sword and held his breath to concentrate, not daring to carry it in the slightest.

"It's not like a demon beast, it's a monk passing by? I'm hiding in a tree, as long as I don't make a sound, I shouldn't be discovered!"

Soon, the figure came into view.

Judging from his appearance, he is middle-aged, but among monks, appearance does not represent age, and it is difficult to define it.

This big man was slightly fat, wearing a purple-gold robe, with a light blue dragon and phoenix pattern belt tied around his waist, long ink-colored hair floating on his shoulders, and his indifferent tiger eyes scanned the surroundings, as if he was looking for something.

"Strange, it's in this area! Why not?"

After Fang Tiansheng looked around, he suddenly looked at the height, and his eyes lit up instantly.

Looking at each other, Chen Xiao's heart sank, and he felt a deep crisis.

"Boy, so you're hiding here!

Chen Xiao was a little confused, how did he track down himself? This time, he didn't receive anything except the spirit crystal, could it be that this spirit crystal also had a brand on it?

"I don't know Your Excellency, are you looking for the wrong person?"

Fang Tiansheng didn't say a word, and directly took out a blue-gold halberd from the storage bag, and then his face sank.

"Boy, the revenge of killing the son is not the same as the sky, you say I am looking for the wrong person?"

Chen Xiao began to think about it, except for Zhou Cheng, that is, the group of people in the Ziyang Cave Mansion, as for which one, who can guess?

It is very normal to fight for opportunities and die.

Of course, as the big man said, the revenge of killing the son is not shared, and it is normal for him to come to revenge.

Strangely, how did he lock himself in? It stands to reason that all of this is unbelievable.

Chen Xiao must understand this.

"You said I killed your son, but is there any evidence?"

Asking questions is also skillful, and if you admit it directly and ask him how he found out, people may not answer.

Deny it, and the other party is likely to say the answer.

Sure enough, Fang Tiansheng sneered three times.

"Boy, if you still want to quibble when you are dying, then let you die clearly. My son carries a magic weapon, called Yin Yang Lock, divided into one Yin and one Yang, when you kill him, the Yin Jade directly shatters, leaving a mark on you, I can easily lock you with Yang Jade. ”

Chen Xiao was quite surprised, if everyone hid such a thing, wouldn't the enemy have to fly all over the sky?

The old man of the sword spirit began to solve Chen Xiao's doubts: "Yin and Yang Lock, that is an ancient product, I am afraid that I will not be able to find a few pairs of complete ones in the world." It's hard to guard against, but it only lasts for three days. ”

Chen Xiao suddenly realized, but he was still puzzled about the identity of this person.

Xu Chengguang, or the other three, or someone else?

"What is your son's name?"

Fang Tiansheng's face was gloomy, and his eyes glared angrily: "What about telling you?" My son Fang Huan, and I am the sect master of the Cloud Fire Sect, Fang Tiansheng. Well, you can go and die. ”

After that, Fang Tiansheng rushed over with a halberd in his hand.

Chen Xiao didn't remember who Fang Huan was, but he still had some impressions of the three words of Yunhuo Sect.

At that time, the boy said that he would regret killing him, and it seems that this is what he said.

This Fang was born with the strength of the early stage of the Imperial Origin Realm, so there was nothing to be afraid of at all. After learning the reason, Chen Xiao had no worries.

In the face of this shot, Chen Xiao directly retreated and jumped down from the tree.

The spear carrying the strangulation momentum seemed to have a dragon roaring and a tiger's roar, and the wind was raging around it, and the remnants of the leaves were flying.

I heard a loud bang, and a large hole appeared in the trunk of a tree the size of a round table.

"Squeak... Chirping... Squeak!"

With a click, the tree snapped and fell backwards.

"Bang!"

The tree fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust and mist.

The power of one shot can be seen.

Chen Xiao didn't underestimate Fang Tiansheng, no matter how he said it, he was also a big realm higher than himself, and his spear was not extraordinary, it seemed to be a heavenly spirit weapon.

Playing against such a master, the difference is a thousand miles, and the details determine success or failure.