The two of them didn't have the slightest defense, after hearing this faint voice, the hairs all over their bodies exploded, especially Wu Feng, he had already surveyed with a hundred steps of listening to ants, there was definitely no sound of living people walking around here, and when did this person appear? Could it be that he is a supreme master, and even his own cultivation can't detect his existence, then this person's cultivation can already be regarded as rebellious.

These thoughts were just between the lightning and flint, Wu Feng immediately turned around, and at the same time as he turned around, the Seven Star Dragon Yuan Sword was already clenched in his hand, but what surprised Wu Feng was that except for those living dead people hanging on the cave wall, where was the master of any decision?

"Oh my God...... Is it haunted, who was talking just now? Liao Xiaoniu suddenly felt even colder, and subconsciously moved closer to Wu Feng, and looked around in a panic, but it was also the same as Wu Feng, except for those people hanging on the wall, where were there any living people.

"Don't ...... Don't mess around...... Be...... It was the poor monk who was talking...... "The voice came again, still very weak, so weak that it could not be heard at all if you didn't listen carefully, but fortunately the cave was very empty, so the voice still sounded obvious.

Since he couldn't see anyone else, Wu Feng's eyes quickly fell on the bodies of those living dead hanging on the wall, and finally, he finally found the person who spoke just now, how could he never have imagined that the person who had been pierced through his collarbone and a monster sucking blood on his back, and who had been hanging on the wall for several days, could still speak.

The person who spoke was an old monk, I don't know if it was because he looked so old after being sucked blood and essence, or if he himself was very old, at this moment, he was turning his head and looking towards Wu Feng and Liao Xiaoniu, his eyes were as weak as his voice, but they were very clear.

"Master...... Are you talking? Wu Feng looked at the old monk and asked in disbelief.

"All the people here who hang on the walls, except for the poor monks...... There should be no one left to speak......" the old monk said weakly.

Immediately afterwards, the old monk said, "Just now...... The poor monk heard the benefactor say, "You are from Xingguo Temple...... Is this true? ”

Wu Feng walked over quickly, nodded hurriedly, and said with some excitement: "Yes, I am indeed from Xingguo Temple, I have also seen Master Mo Chen, the abbot of Xingguo Temple this evening, this time I came to Guanyin Cave to save Xue Ghost Doctor, the master must also be a senior monk of Xingguo Temple, right?" ”

The old monk coughed, and even this action looked extremely weak, he took a light breath before saying, "Not bad...... The poor monk is the monk of Xingguo Temple, and his law name is Mo Yun...... The abbot Mo Chen is the junior brother of the poor monk......"

"Master...... You...... How did you get caught here? ”

Since he is the senior brother of Master Mo Chen, his cultivation is definitely not low, and it is hard to imagine that such a master can also end up in such a field.

For Wu Feng's question, Master Mo Yun didn't pay attention to it at all, he took a deep breath again, and said with some difficulty: "There is no need to say anything else...... Senior Brother Mo Chen should have told you what happened that day...... The poor monk has nothing to say...... Now the poor monk has only one sentence to advise the two donors...... You guys...... Wherefore you came from, go from there...... Let's go......"