Tianhai Sect!

In one of the cabinets of Ziwei Pavilion, a man in a dragon purple robe, a handsome face, and an excellent temperament was holding a scroll in his hand, but his eyes did not glance at this scroll from beginning to end, but there was a trace of doubt and regret between his silent eyebrows.

This person is none other than Senior Brother Murong who has visited Wei Wuya, whose real name is Murong Ying. If Luo Hao is here, he will definitely be familiar with this name, because he once had friction with this person's younger brother Murong Hai, and he left quickly with Mengli at that time.

It is said that the dragon gave birth to nine sons, each of which is different from his younger brother Murong Hai, Murong Ying is a talented disciple of the Tianhai Sect, and he was already in the Blood Gathering Realm a few years ago.

Moreover, among the elite disciples of Ziwei Pavilion, they are all key training objects, and they can be said to be strong contenders for the first disciple of Ziwei Pavilion.

"Smack!"

As soon as the voice started, Murong Ying slammed the scroll in his hand to the ground, his fists clenched and gurgling. Just now he received news from the disciples of Ziwei Pavilion that the disciples of Ziwei Pavilion who went to the ancient mountain stream were all buried in the mountain stream because of the madness of the mountain stream overlord Dragon Ape for no reason, and the whole army was wiped out.

He didn't care at all about the dead Ziwei Pavilion disciples, except for Senior Brother Liu, who was the henchman who followed him, but such a large-scale casualty would inevitably attract the attention of the Heavenly Punishment Hall of the Tianhai Sect. When the time comes, there will be a lot of trouble in tracking down, and it is a pity that I can't get the secret of Luo Hao.

"Could it be that this opportunity really has nothing to do with me, Murong Ying!"

Murong Ying sighed secretly, the dragon ape went crazy, and even Senior Brother Liu of the Gathering Blood Realm was buried in the mountain stream, although Luo Hao had a lot of creation, but the gap between the Qi Spirit Realm and the Blood Gathering Realm was so huge, he didn't think that Luo Hao, who was only five qi spirits, would be able to survive unharmed.

The Tiancang Mountain Range spread endlessly, and it had been two days since Luo Hao left the ancient mountain stream. There are still three days left before the task is delivered, and he has plenty of time, and he doesn't have the slightest hurry, so he is in such a good hurry.

On the boring road, he tried to hook the ancient mirror in the dantian from time to time, but every time he was hit, and over time, he gave up.

Walking all the way along the periphery of the Tiancang Mountain Range, he met some demon beasts on the way, just to give him a training hand to confirm the strength he had just improved, not to mention that although it was only the periphery of the Tiancang Mountain Range, Luo Hao still found some good elixirs.

The sun was setting in the west, and Luo Hao gradually slowed down the speed of his journey. Smoke rose from the cooking, and a small mountain village appeared in front of him.

"Well, the smell of blood. ”

Sniffing his nose, he subconsciously approached the mountain village and prepared to spend the night and leave tomorrow morning. But when he came to the entrance of the village, he stopped under a big tree, and the strong smell of blood came from the village, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Sister-in-law, you mourn, although Da Zhuang is gone, you still have Xiao Zhuang, you have to take care of your body. ”

"Sister-in-law Xiang, you can rest assured that Da Zhuang is going for the talents of the village, and we will definitely help you if we can help you. ”

"Ah Xiang, it's Ah Gong who is sorry for your family. ”

As soon as Luo Hao entered the village, he saw a gray-bearded old man with old tears at the mouth of the well not far away, and a group of plainly dressed villagers were talking comforting words around a woman and child dressed in sackcloth and filial piety. There was a corpse covered with a white cloth lying on the ground, soaked with red blood.

I saw that the woman in sackcloth had a pale face, her eyes were red and swollen, the tear stains on her face were clearly visible, and the dark-skinned boy beside her was also sobbing softly. Everyone present was enveloped in an atmosphere of sadness and pain.

"Dare to ask what's going on in this village?"

Luo Hao's voice sounded, and the villagers turned around, and when the villagers turned back, Luo Hao had also come to the well, and he could clearly feel the sadness.

"Little brother, the old man is the village chief of this stone village, and now the village is not peaceful, what is the matter with you?" It was the gray-bearded old man who spoke, and he wiped his tears before he began to look at Luo Hao seriously.

"The elder is fine, boy Luo Hao, I want to spend a night in the village, but I don't know why the villagers have a sad face. Although he guessed that it was related to the corpse lying on the ground, he felt that there was something else going on, birth, old age, sickness and death were normal, and there was no need for the whole village to be so sad.

The old man saw that Luo Hao was from outside, so he sighed and said: "Young man, you go, the village is not peaceful, this stone village is a monster, don't give your life in vain." ”

The old man's words made Luo Hao smile slightly, and said in his heart, sure enough, there was a hidden secret, so he said: "There are monsters, why don't you leave?"

"Alas, young man, the roots of our Shicun villagers are here, where can we go!" spoke a middle-aged man behind the old man, his palms covered with thick calluses.

The middle-aged man's words touched Luo Hao a lot, and at the same time, he glanced at the surrounding villagers, and was moved by their simplicity in his heart, and then calculated the time in his heart, and continued: "Village chief, old man, how about you stay with me for one night, I just helped everyone clean up that monster?"

"You, Da Zhuang, the strongest hunter in our village, haven't been able to clean up that monster, are you okay?"

The old man glanced at the person in front of him in surprise, his eyes full of disbelief. Luo Hao looked at the old man's expression in his eyes and then smiled: "Old man, don't look at me young, I'm a disciple of Tianhai Sect, this trip down the mountain is for a mission, so you believe it!"

Although Shicun is remote, there were once Tianhai Sect martial artists passing by, and when they saw Luo Hao's nameplate, the old man's wrinkled face showed awe and surprise, and then shouted loudly to the villagers behind him: "Fellow villagers, this young man is a senior disciple of Tianhai Sect, we are saved." ”

After the old man finished speaking, all the villagers suddenly dissipated a lot of sadness, and immediately gathered around Luo Hao, their eyes were full of awe, and those boys even shouted to apprentice.

Luo Hao smiled, pushed away the villagers, came to the woman in sackcloth, touched the tiger head of the little guy beside him, and said, "Sister-in-law, can you let me see the wound of the eldest brother?" The woman did not speak, but nodded, and the little boy beside her looked at Luo Hao with a trace of curiosity and fear in his two small eyes.

Luo Hao lifted the white cloth, the woman held her son in her arms and didn't let him look at it, and some of the villagers behind Luo Hao also turned their heads and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

Looking at the corpse, a look of doubt appeared on Luo Hao's face, the owner of this corpse was not very old, and he was in the golden age of a man, and his thick arms and thick calluses on his tiger mouth showed that he was an experienced old hunter.

However, there were multiple bloody holes on his body, and there were obvious signs of being bitten on his neck, so some minced flesh and neck bones were exposed, and the exposed neck was broken and blackened, and the man's skull was also crushed.

"What is this?"

Luo Hao found a silver silk thread on the side of the blood hole in the man's heart with his hand, this silver silk thread was extremely sticky, and it was also very tough to pull it, and he couldn't pull it off at once with his current strength of qi and spirit. There was some liquid on the silver silk thread, and I put it on the tip of my nose and sniffed it, and the liquid was a little sour and smelly.

Covering the white cloth again, Luo Hao got up, put the silver silk thread into the storage bag, and said to the villagers behind him: "Don't worry, everyone, I will definitely help you clean up the monster, but I don't know where the monster comes from?"

"Shaoxia, I remember that my deceased husband was killed by a monster when he went to the back mountain. Behind Luo Hao, Sister-in-law Xiang's voice was heavy and hoarse.

Raising his eyes and glancing at the back of the village, there was indeed a big mountain, and that big mountain already belonged to the range of the Tiancang Mountain Range, no wonder there were demon beasts. Retracting his gaze, Luo Hao looked at the villagers again: "Since you know the source, it's easy to do, don't go out tonight when you hear any movement in the back mountain." ”

His voice was very solemn, not that he didn't believe these villagers, but in the face of demon beasts, these ordinary villagers couldn't help at all, and the villagers all nodded solemnly. Degree of literature