The Devil's Horn Mountain is not big, even small, Wu Chen drove the horse forward, looking at the Devil's Horn Mountain, which could still recognize the shape, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the latter was more like a tomb, a slightly larger tomb.

Then I threw this unreliable idea out of my mind.

According to Sanxiu, he saw that the woman in white had passed more than seven days, and it had been nearly seven days since Wu Chen left the Wu family in Tianhe City and hurried.

Looking at the Magic Horn Mountain, which was obviously very close to him, Wu Chen still galloped for half an hour before arriving.

Imitating the women in white digging holes, the cultivators used the excavated crumbs and rocks to pile up a new mountain that was one-third the size of the Devil's Horn Mountain.

When Wu Chen arrived, he didn't see the hot digging of holes and scattered cultivation, and the Devil's Horn Mountain seemed a little deserted, most of it was because he had been digging the Devil's Horn Mountain for a few days, and he was stunned that he hadn't seen any fantasy treasures, or the immortal mansion left over from the high-level Xuan Xiu, in short, there was nothing, and after the enthusiasm retreated, they all dispersed, after all, the time for scattered cultivation was more urgent than those family sect monks.

At the same time, there is no shortage of determined casual cultivation, part of this little man is still firmly believing that the Devil's Horn Mountain will come out, and when the strange things float, they can catch up with the snatch as soon as possible, and the other part is directly hit the idea of the woman in white herself, without it, one is that the appearance of the woman in white is too amazing, and the main reason why these idle Xuan Xiu, who can not be as high as the Xuan General, dare to speak ill of the Xuan Shi cultivation for a woman is that someone found that the Xuan Shi woman seems to just have a Xuan Shi cultivation and cannot use it, after all, when the Xuan Shi digs the soil and digs a pit, he will not use Xuan Li, but use his hands。

Wu Chen dismounted and gently patted the horse's belly, and Xuanma left very tacitly and rushed to the side to fend for himself.

In front of the Devil's Horn Mountain, there is no shelter, as if it suddenly came out of thin air, and not far behind the mountain is a boundless dark valley forest.

Wu Chen looked at the potholed and bare hills that might have been lush a few days ago, and couldn't stop sighing: The monk's greed is really omnipotent.

At the foot of the Devil's Horn Mountain, a lot of simple sheds have been built, but because most of the scattered cultivators have left, most of them are empty sheds, which is slightly desolate.

Wu Chen didn't want to explore more, and went straight to the mountain, eager to find Wu Ling's white-clothed figure.

As soon as he stepped on the only hiking trail that had just been opened up a few days ago, he saw two men in black robes and belts with narrow knives coming towards him, and the two seemed to be whispering something, Wu Chen recognized that the other party was the Heavenly Dao Mansion Disciple who had gone to the black in the Baili Station.

The two of them probably remembered Wu Chen, after all, it was nothing for a monk to remember it in a short period of time.

Wu Chen smiled at the two of them and nodded.

The Xuan Xiu on the right didn't pay attention to Wu Chen with a cold face, but the slightly younger monk on the left also smiled at Wu Chen.

As he passed by, Wu Chen, who was extremely sharp, heard a few words between the two.

With a cold face, he asked the slightly younger monk, "Did it really disappear suddenly?"

The young monk nodded, "I've searched all over the place, but I'm gone." ”

"Disappear or leave?"

"It's gone. ”

Wu Chen turned his head and stared at the faded backs of the two, thoughtful.

The Devil's Horn Mountain was not big, and it didn't take a lot of effort to reach the top of the mountain that had been dug up, and the field of vision was quite broad, Wu Chen looked around, and did not find any figure of the woman in white, so he let go of his divine sense and probed again, but found a few low-level cultivators who were still persistently exploring the mysteries of the Devil's Horn Mountain.

Wu Chen lowered his head and recalled the conversation he had just heard about entering the Xuan Xiu, and returned the same way with his head down.

At the foot of the mountain, three or four puffs of cooking smoke were burning, and the peculiar smell of dried meat rotting in the improvised pot was faintly wafting.

Wu Chen found a relatively complete thatched hut and walked in, took out a soft Xuan Beast skin from the divine consciousness space, spread it on the ground casually, and lay on it to chew the dry Xuan Meat jerky that he took out together, but his mind was constantly thinking.

What did Wu Ling suddenly appear here for? What was he looking for, and why did he suddenly disappear? Could it be that he had discovered something? Was it the teleportation array? Or something else, and so on, and other questions surfaced in Wu Chen's mind, lingering.

Suddenly, bursts of fragrance penetrated into the thatched hut, and instantly dragged Wu Chen out of his contemplation, and the gluttonous insects in his stomach also echoed from afar.

Wu Chen had no choice but to get up and go in search of incense.

The incense source was not far away, even very close, and after a few steps, I saw a black-clothed monk half-crouching on the ground in a completely open thatched hut, holding a silver spoon, fiddling with a black pot on top of the fire in front of him, and the aroma was constantly escaping from the mouth of the pot with a thick neck.

The black-clothed monk seemed to feel Wu Chen's prying eyes, and his half-squatting body turned around, and he smiled after finding that it was Wu Chen, who had seen him several times.

Wu Chen looked at the young monk who was already familiar with him, and he was also slightly surprised.

The young monk waved warmly to Wu Chen. Wu Chen also smiled and looked around.

Wu Chen, who entered the thatched hut, found that the young monk was not squatting, but sitting on a low wooden stool, Wu Chen also found a wooden stool and sat down, and milky yellow bubbles had rolled up in the black cauldron.

Before Wu Chen could speak, the young monk took the lead and asked urgently, "How is it?"

Wu Chen naturally nodded without half-deciding.

The young monk smiled and said: "That is, this is a fifth-order mountain-piercing Xuanjia beast, and I have never been willing to eat it, taking advantage of today's situation, plus my unique craftsmanship in the Heavenly Dao Mansion, Xuanhuang and Xuansheng are afraid that they will also ask for a bite when they hear it." ”

Wu Chen looked at the young monk who didn't know the slightest bit of modesty, and also pulled the corners of his mouth, secretly thinking in his heart that it was not only Emperor Xuanhuang and Xuansheng, but even Martial Ancestor had come to ask for a mouthful. But he nodded in agreement.

The young monk looked at Wu Chen's appearance, and he also laughed more and more, "By the way, I don't know the surname of Brother Tai yet, so I don't need to say much if it's inconvenient." ”

Wu Chen didn't have so many scruples, and said casually: "Tianhe City, Wu Chen." ”

The young monk repeated Wu Chen's name and said with a smile: "In Xia He Liang, the good man who drank came, and he Liang who could be hugged in his arms." ”

Looking at the talkative black-clothed monk He Liang, Wu Chen felt that the other party was really a rare and interesting person.

He Liang felt very good about Wu Chen.