The crowd breathed a sigh of relief.

Gu Zhihuan frowned.

Han Yue had been paying attention to Gu Zhihuan, and when he saw that her expression was wrong, he immediately whispered, "What's wrong, is something wrong?" ”

Gu Zhihuan shook his head and said nothing.

At the moment of teleportation, Gu Zhihuan heard Wu Xian's transmission to him.

"Be careful—"

Gu Zhihuan didn't hear the latter words.

By the time he teleported, Wu Xian had already fallen.

"Let's go over and see." Gu Zhihuan couldn't rest assured, and took Han Yue and them towards Wu Xian's side.

Fortunately, they were not far away, and the people of the Xiaoyao faction knew that Wu Xian attached great importance to a few people from the Cangming faction, so Gu Zhihuan and they had just killed to the edge, and the disciples of the Xiaoyao faction helped out.

Gu Zhihuan took the opportunity to get to Wu Xian's side.

The other person is unconscious.

But now the scene is chaotic, and the Loose faction has no time to take care of him.

Just let a few elders surround him and don't let the demon cultivator get close.

Gu Zhihuan went over and looked.

When the elders saw that it was her, they didn't stop it too much.

I don't know if Wu Xian told me something in advance.

There is still a snort.

Gu Zhihuan breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that Wu Xian closed his eyes tightly and lost consciousness.

Even if Song Yufeng didn't like Wu Xian anymore, he knew that he was rescued by him this time, so he asked in a somewhat stiff tone, "Senior sister, is he okay?" What happens to the self-detonating spirit root? ”

"If it is light, the cultivation will be wasted, and if it is heavy, the soul will be scattered." Gu Zhihuan said: "However, I don't think Wu Xian will." ”

With Gu Zhihuan's understanding of him, this person will definitely not be the kind of person who sacrifices himself to fulfill everyone.

Wu Xian chose to self-detonate the spirit root, at least ninety percent sure.

An elder behind Gu Zhihuan looked over in surprise: "You guessed? ”

"Huh?" Gu Zhihuan turned around.

"I thought you guessed." The elder took advantage of the chaos to look Gu Zhihuan up and down: "The head of the sect told him before, if something goes wrong with him, you can help solve it, saying that you will understand his arrangement." ”

"......" Gu Zhihuan did not say anything.

She really doesn't understand.

Wu Xian never mentioned the matter of self-detonation of the spirit root.

It's just that Gu Zhihuan knows that Wu Xian is not the kind of person who wants to save the common people.

Han Yue's expression became strange when he heard the elder's words.

The elder naturally didn't notice what these two were thinking, he just said in a low voice: "The head of the sect is actually a genius of the Twin Spirit Roots, and for him, although the self-detonation Spirit Root will be hit hard, it will not endanger his life. ”

Gu Zhihuan didn't look relaxed.

"Since you're here, you guys are here to watch the master, and when this matter is over, I'll find someone from the Ice Heart Hall to heal the master." The elder admonished.

There are a large number of demon cultivators, and they really can't divide the extra manpower.

Gu Zhihuan wanted to speak and stopped.

Wu Xian's voice transmission needle pierced Gu Zhihuan's heart, making her uneasy and difficult to feel at ease.

If everything went according to Wu Xian's plan, then there was no need for him to pass on the message to himself.

Perhaps, something went wrong in the process of changing shapes?

Gu Zhihuan pondered.

She examined Wu Xian without a trace.

Suddenly, Gu Zhihuan paused.

On the back of Wu Xian's neck, she felt a silver needle as thin as a hair.

This is clearly not Wu Xian's usual weapon.

However, who did Wu Xian let himself be careful with?

Gu Zhihuan quietly let go of Wu Xian.

If it was a demon cultivator, Wu Xian would not have told himself like this.

After all, there was no need for him to remind them, Gu Zhihuan would definitely be extra wary of demon cultivation.

Unless you want to be careful...... It's the people on the field.

Gu Zhihuan's eyes sank.

She carefully recalled all the things she had done since she came over from Cangming, and her pupils shrank: "What about Wang Gang?" ”

"I don't know, I'm dead." Song Yufeng was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Gu Zhihuan to suddenly ask this person: "He was slapped by Wu Xian before and flew out, and he was either killed on the spot or killed by Demon Cultivator." ”

Han Yue pointed in one direction: "There." ”

He is different from Song Yufeng, although he usually doesn't talk much, Han Yue always habitually speculates about Gu Zhihuan's thoughts, and then follows her thoughts to observe the people around him.

Therefore, when Gu Zhihuan asked, Han Yue immediately pointed it out.

Gu Zhihuan looked in the direction of Han Yue, and sure enough, he saw Wang Gang lying on the ground, motionless.

"Sure enough, he died." Song Yufeng Road.

Gu Zhihuan hesitated for a moment, wanting to go over there, but before she could move, she saw Wang Gang's body suddenly move.

He moved slowly, but he finally got up.

Song Yufeng was dumbfounded: "Why is this person so tenacious, and he didn't die even after fighting like this-eh, what about people?" Why did it suddenly disappear? ”

Just as Song Yufeng was speaking, Wang Gang's figure disappeared strangely.

Song Yufeng rubbed his eyes desperately: "It's not that I'm dazzled, senior sister, junior brother, you just saw it, right?" ”

"Hmm." Gu Zhihuan's expression was hard to see.

"But how did the man disappear?" Song Yufeng looked confused.

Gu Zhihuan said slowly: "You forgot, the master said that Wang Gang is very good at hiding his body, so he escaped for several days under the noses of so many people. ”

Song Yufeng said sneeringly: "Why is he hiding, do you still want to escape?" ”

Gu Zhihuan opened his mouth, and was about to say something, when he saw Han Yue's face change.

Song Yufeng happened to be standing opposite Han Yue, and when he saw Han Yue's expression, he couldn't help but wonder: "I have a long tail behind me, why are you staring at me like this." ”

Han Yue's expression was so terrifying that Song Yufeng had to turn around, and then the whole person froze.

Wang Gang stood behind him covered in blood, looking at him with strange and terrifying eyes.

It's no wonder that Han Yue was stunned for a while.

Wang Gang's current appearance is really a little terrifying.

Someone slit open his chest, and the bloody viscera could almost be seen.

Half of the flesh on his face also fell off.

Even so, Wang Gang is not dead.

He just appeared next to Song Yufeng quietly.

Seeing that Song Yufeng noticed him, Wang Gang grinned.

He smiled, and more blood came out of his mouth.

"Get down!" Gu Zhihuan snorted.

Needless to say, Song Yufeng also saw a black mist-like bead floating out of Wang Gang's mouth.

And a demon seed!

Song Yufeng's mind stayed for so long, and finally he had a flash of inspiration.

Rao hadn't seen it before, and he could guess what it was at this time.

It's a pity that he can't move anyway.

Even if Wang Gang is already half dead, when his spiritual power is suppressed, he can still suppress a hairy boy like Song Yufeng so that he can't blink his eyes.

Song Yufeng watched in despair as the demon seed floated out.

He knew very well that whether it was Gu Zhihuan or Han Yue, even if it was Chaolu, there was no way to take the demon seed.

Can't fight it at all.

In a trance, Song Yufeng's body was hit hard.