Half of the night has passed, most of the time, it is the time when the full moon is high, and the full moon after getting rid of the dark clouds is getting brighter and brighter, and the silver moonlight like metallic luster is wantonly swaying, and the dense forest is also bright and weird.

Wu Chen leaned against the trunk of a tree, held his breath and concentrated, half-leaning on his body, raising his head to look directly at the round silver moon.

It's not the first time that Wu Chen has been here in the Dark Valley Jungle, and he has experienced it several times even after traveling overnight, but he has never been as weird as tonight, whether it is the two groups of monks he encountered, or the silver moon that looks strange in the air.

For some reason, every time I encounter a weird full moon, something bad will always happen, whether it is the secret realm of the Demon Domain or the blood moon seen by the Su family in Tianhe City.

Wu Chen, who was suspicious in his heart, secretly thought, could it be that he had offended him?

The reason why he stopped moving forward was because Wu Chen found that he sensed several not weak breaths not far in front of him, and his cultivation was far beyond the two people who wanted to sit on the yellow finch behind everyone in the Divine Sword Sect, and the strength of one of them completely reached the peak of King Xuan.

Stretch out your fingers and count, plus the Divine Sword Sect monk and the two people who scared him away, this is already the fifth wave of monks he has encountered.

He had also encountered two waves of monks before, and even one of the two waves of monks seemed to reveal a wave of mysterious power that was not weaker than that of the Xuanhuang monks, so in order to avoid getting into trouble, Wu Chen also specially went around in a circle, but he didn't expect to meet another wave of monks on the road to the core of the Dark Valley.

At first, I thought it was just a coincidence, after all, there were many monks who came to the dark valley and dense forest to find opportunities, and there were many monks who practiced the mystical method, but when you think about it, it is wrong.

At this time, Wu Chen was full of doubts, not the core area of the dark valley and dense forest was rumored to be dangerous, even if it was at the edge, Longtan Tiger's Den.

And the core area was barely alive in the early days of Emperor Xuan, and the peak of King Xuan was lost, and there was a half-dead.

But where did I see any danger tonight? It was exactly like a back garden in Devil's Horn Town, where you could come whenever you wanted, and the monks' market next to Devil's Horn Mountain was full of people.

Not to mention those terrifying upper-rank Xuan beasts with noses and eyes, Wu Chen had never even seen a common eighth-order Xuan Niu now.

And no matter how high or low the cultivation of these five waves of monks is, or where they come from, the faint goal is very clear, pointing directly to the core area of the Dark Valley Dense Forest.

Wu Chen was a little suspicious for a while, could it be that that place was discovered? It was really where the Tooth Clan in the Demon Domain was, and these monks were all running for the soul stone? Otherwise, it would not be explained.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was possible, and I couldn't help but worry about it again.

Suddenly, Wu Chen's face changed suddenly, and wisps of Divine Consciousness wrapped his whole body, forming a completely sealed Divine Consciousness Cocoon, with his back against the trunk of the tree completely concealing his figure.

A shallow divine sense swept through like a spring breeze, and the strength of the divine consciousness seemed to be inferior to Zhu Wen, who wanted to find Wu Chen before, but it was this weak divine sense that made Wu Chen feel like a great enemy, and used up the maximum amount he could hide.

The shallow divine sense did not sweep it away, but went back and forth twice, but no matter how the body consciousness swept over Wu Chen, it was just like exploring nothing.

Wu Chen's heart was raised to his throat, and he didn't dare to gasp.

"Sure enough, it's the Xuanhuang monk!"

There were not many monks stranded in front of Wu Chen, and there were three people in total, all dressed in coarse linen clothes like ordinary people in the market, not like a monk.

Among the three, the highest cultivator is King Xuan's peak cultivation, with an ordinary face and a slightly dark complexion, and he belongs to the kind of person who is thrown into the crowd and becomes a crowd.

The faces of the rest of the two are also about the same, although the cultivation is not as good as the former, but it is not weak, both have the early stage of the Xuan King, and the breath is long, and the eyes are divine, obviously not the Xuan King of the first Yue, nor is it a cultivation that is built by relying on the treasures of heaven and earth.

All three of them wore their hair in a bun on the top of their heads, tied with a brown and black wooden hairpin, but the ornaments on the wooden hairpin were different.

Although the carved flowers are all budding and half-blooming, under the careful counting, there are only four petals on the brown and black wooden hairpins of the two in the early days of King Xuan, and the wooden hairpin on the head of the peak man of King Xuan has six petals.

The three of them remained in a motionless posture, and did not speak to each other.

Unconsciously, a figure appeared in front of the three of them out of thin air, silently, not like it suddenly appeared.

The three people with wooden hairpins on their heads arched their hands in unison after seeing the old man with a bent wooden cane in his right hand, bowed his head, and called "Sect Master"

The sect master, the sect master, is not called indiscriminately, just like the Divine Sword Gate, the Mountain Gate, why can't it be named the Divine Sword Sect and the Mountain Opening Sect, because even these scattered cultivators know that the word "sect" can not be added indiscriminately, only the cultivation sect that has been truly inherited for a long time, and the disciples and strong people can be embellished with the last sect word.

Zongzi sect is often a corner of the half-state luck, the Tiandao Academy is naturally worthy of this sect, the Tiandao Mansion is too messy, at most half a sect, and the Hidden Sword Gate Although the sword cultivator of the peak of the Xuan Emperor is in charge, the disciples and monks who are not more than the number of hands can only be a suffix door rather than a sect.

Of course, there is a big difference between doors and sects, just like the Hidden Sword Gate and the Divine Sword Gate, the Heavenly Dao Courtyard and the Leaving Heaven Sect.

And the three of them immediately called the old man the sect master, and the origin of the old man is naturally intriguing.

The wrinkled old man nodded at the three.

The man with the six-petal pattern engraved on the wooden hairpin was the first to speak: "Sect Master, at most it will be possible to arrive at noon tomorrow." ”

The old man shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't worry, I'm going early, I'm afraid that I will be used as a pathfinder by those old guys." ”

The man was stunned for a moment, and said suspiciously: "Does the sect master mean that the news has leaked?"

He turned his head to look at the two behind him, his face unkind.

"It's not them, it's just a loose cultivator who doesn't know whether to live or die. ”

The man didn't expect such a change to occur frequently, but he was also secretly relieved in his heart, fortunately, it didn't leak from his own mouth.

The man who suddenly remembered something said in a deep voice: "Sect Master, will the Heavenly Dao Mansion and the Heavenly Dao Academy also get the news?" ”

The old man raised his head, his eyes shining with a terrifying light, "Even if they knew, they wouldn't interfere for the time being, those guys who eat people and don't spit out bones, I wish we old immortals who buried our necks in the soil, go to find trouble with that thing, it's best to be a loser." ”

He snorted and continued, "Otherwise, how could those old guys get the news so quickly, but that's fine." ”

The silver-white moonlight shrouded the old man's face, highlighting the extremely white.

"Somebody has to find the way and try that thing first. ”