The yellow-haired monkey didn't know where to go, although the mutated yellow-haired monkey was quite powerful, and he had learned a lot of things with him recently, and he had made great progress, after all, it was just a monkey, and he didn't know how to conspire, and the little demon girl was very cunning, in case she fell for her tricks, it would be troublesome, which made Wu Feng panic, and he was worried that something would happen to the yellow-haired monkey.

The most hateful thing is the blue thrush, now Wu Feng is sure, it is the left envoy of the White Lotus Sect Lunan rudder, because when he overheard their conversation not long ago, it was the big bird that was talking, this bird seems to be very simple, just a simple small formation, it can trap itself for almost half a pillar of incense for a while, and it is also the left envoy of Lunan rudder, the little demon girl also called the bird aunt, Wu Feng couldn't figure it out, no matter how powerful a bird is, it is just a bird, How could he be such a big official in the White Lotus Sect? Even the little demon girl was respectful to it.

With the blue thrush present, Wu Feng also felt that the yellow-haired monkeys were very unsafe, and he had to find them as much as possible.

Thinking like this, Wu Feng took a step forward and strode forward, while pricking up his ears and listening carefully to the movements around him, but whenever there was a little sound of fighting, he could hear it.

Wu Feng looked around vigilantly as he walked forward, the more he walked forward, the stronger the feeling of fear became, and this feeling never disappeared, even when he was angry and carried away.

Wu Feng's breath was very heavy, and he couldn't suppress the sense of fear in his heart even if he silently recited the meditation mantra in his heart, and his spirit became extremely nervous because of fear, and the seven-star Dragon Yuan Sword in his hand was slightly glowing with a layer of purple light, and the body of the follower Wu Feng trembled together.

While walking forward, Wu Feng also smelled a bloody smell, very strong, like walking to a place where livestock were slaughtered, no, dozens of times stronger than that place, sweet and greasy, a little choking.

And the further you go, the stronger this bloody gas becomes, and even your eyes are a little unbearable from this bloody smell, and you always feel that tears are about to fall.

Continuing to walk forward, inadvertently, Wu Feng glanced at the ground, and at this glance, he couldn't help but be surprised, because Wu Feng saw something familiar and unfamiliar on the ground, and the reason why he said familiar was because Wu Feng had to see it almost every day, and all the runes painted on the ground were runes, and they were all runes that Wu Feng didn't know, which was where Wu Feng felt strange.

Because he saw the rune, Wu Feng's footsteps slowed down slightly, while looking forward at the same time, the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, this rune was a little weird, not painted with cinnabar, it seemed to be human blood, it had dried up and dark red at this time, Wu Feng bent down, put some blood stains in front of his eyes with his fingers, and sniffed it with his nose, and felt a breath of the most rigid and yang, what kind of person's blood would have this kind of breath?

Only the monks or Taoist masters who have cultivated to a certain level can have such blood, and after they die, some of the cultivation is still left in the blood, and this kind of blood is the most effective thing in drawing runes, far better than cinnabar a hundred times, that is to say, the blood used to draw runes on the ground is not ordinary blood, but the ground of this hall is densely covered with runes, how many people do you have to die to complete such a big stroke?