Ten days later, Dongfang Mo deliberately slowed down, and even deliberately bypassed the shortcut, entering the Wanlin Mountain Range from a farther place. It wasn't until he came to a slightly empty place that he jumped and hid in a large tree.

After waiting for half a cup of tea, he heard a rustling sound behind him, and in a short time a monk of about twenty years old, dressed in a robe, walked out, holding a round compass in his hand, and was following the pointer on the compass.

But at this point, the hands on the compass trembled, and the monk kept turning, but it was still difficult to determine the direction.

"Are you looking for me?"

Just when he was puzzled, a joking voice suddenly came from behind him.

Hearing this, the Dao robe monk was startled, and quickly turned around, and sure enough, he saw a young Taoist priest in his early ten years old looking at him with a smile on his face.

Seeing this, the monk was stunned, but did not answer, but turned and left, and his figure was about to leap into the forest.

Dongfang Mo snorted coldly, this monk was a fifth-order early stage cultivator, if it weren't for his eyesight and ear power far beyond ordinary people, it would definitely be difficult to find that someone was tracking here, so he chased after him with doubts in his heart and didn't want to think about it.

I saw that his figure had not entered the tree, and a few flashes had already blocked the monk's front.

"Why did this senior brother say he just left!" He turned to look at the monk with a smile on his face.

The Dao robe monk finally frowned, but he still didn't mean to answer, and he reached out to probe, and a short stick was held in his hand, and at the same time he knocked it on the head of Dongfang Mo.

Dongfang Mo had already prepared, his body flickered, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye, the Dao robe monk was slightly startled, and suddenly felt a strong wind behind him, and when he turned around, he already saw a long sword shadow slashing down, and at the same time he felt dizzy.

At the critical moment, he finally woke up after biting the tip of his tongue, injected mana into his body, and suddenly turned sideways.

"Poof!"

But he was still a step slower, and his chest was swept by the sword light, cutting a wound of several inches, and suddenly a blood flower flew out.

The Dao robe monk also moved quickly, and while he was injured, the short stick in his hand suddenly waved, turning into several afterimages, attacking Dongfang Mo from several directions.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo flicked his fingers, and a rattan armor emerged, and the afterimage hit the rattan armor, making a dull banging sound, like hitting a strong wooden stake, and it was all dissolved.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Dao Robe Monk withdrew and retreated.

But in the next moment, I suddenly felt as if my feet were restrained, and my body leaned forward and almost fell to the ground. When I looked down, I saw that several vines the thickness of a baby's arm were entwined, and in the blink of an eye, they had spread to the calf.

A trace of panic flashed in the Dao robed monk's eyes, and with a wave of the short stick in his hand, he was about to cut off the vine.

Dongfang Mo snorted coldly, and at the same time pinched the trick in his hand, and there were words in his mouth.

Since he broke through to the late stage of the fourth order, his mana had increased by as much as two percent, and he saw that the mana in his body was pouring out like a flood.

At the same time, the speed of the vines under the robed monk's feet increased by three points, and in the blink of an eye, it had already wrapped around his thighs.

"Poof!"

The short stick in the hand of the robed monk finally slashed at the vine, but what was surprising was that the seemingly fragile vine, when it was cut open, although it was broken in two, the place where the break was closed the next moment, and it continued to grow, and there was a tendency to bind it around its waist.

The Dao robe monk was finally shocked, reached out and grabbed a talisman engraved with strange lines in his hand, and with a flick of his fingers, the talisman instantly burned, and then reached out and patted it on the vine around his waist.

"Whew!"

Several vines turned into ashes in a burst of firelight.

Dongfang Mo frowned, if he didn't have a murderous intention for this person, he could use the vines to spread and urge the wooden thorns to nail him to death.

So he shot in his hand again and again, and heard several wind-breaking sounds whistling by, and the Dao robed monk didn't have time to be surprised, and when he looked up, several faint thorns flew out, and in a blink of an eye, he was already a few feet away.

I saw him let out a low shout, and at the same time, the mana suddenly poured into the short stick in his hand, and the short stick actually rotated flexibly between his fingers, waving into an invisible shield to block the door.

Several pale cyan thorns hit the spinning short stick, like a mud cow entering the sea, without the slightest ripple.

But the robed monk's footsteps retreated again and again, and finally his face turned pale, and he reached out to hold on to a tree trunk before he stood firm.

At the same time, he didn't hesitate to take out a few yellow talismans again, and shot them away at Dongfang Mo again and again.

The talisman turned into ice arrows, fireballs, and wooden thorns, and attacked the Dongfang Momian Gate, chest and other vital points one after another.

Dongfang Mo sneered, and his body shook easily to avoid it, but the robed monk took advantage of this figure to flee quickly.

Just as he was just a few feet ahead, he suddenly felt a strong wind piercing the air behind him, and the next moment, he saw a flash of white light on his chest, and his body was entangled by a white silk.

Dongfang Mo behind him stretched out his hand and tugged at it, and the robed monk's was pulled back by him in the air, and he slammed it into a big tree hugged by several people.

"Bang!" There was a dull sound from his body.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and he couldn't move.

Everything seemed cumbersome, but in fact it was only a dozen or so breaths, but I didn't expect that this early fifth-order cultivator who had cultivated to a higher level would be captured alive by Dongfang Mosheng.

It's no wonder that the mana in Dongfang Mo's body was originally strong and abnormal, and he was able to fight with Gongsun Disciple Zao Wou-Ki and others for hundreds of rounds, even if it was inferior, but the gap would never be too big.

And this robe monk is obviously just an ordinary palace disciple, with ordinary qualifications, although he has the cultivation of the early stage of the fifth order, but compared with Zhao Wuji and others, it can be described as cloud mud, and it is natural that he is not the opponent of Dongfang Mo.

At this time, Dongfang Mo stepped forward slowly, looking at the Dao-robed monk who still had blood stains flowing from the corners of his mouth, and there was no joy, anger or sorrow in his eyes.

"Now I can tell why you followed me."

Hearing this, the Dao Robe Monk just looked at Dongfang Mo with his eyes sinister, and still didn't speak.

"Hmph, if you really want me to do something to you, I can't do it."

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo's expression finally cooled down.

Just as he was thinking about how to get this man to speak, he saw a strange gurgling sound in the throat of the robed monk, and at the same time, his eyes were bloodshot, his expression was hideous, and his face began to distort.

After only three or five breaths, he felt a violent mana fluctuation coming from his body.

"It's ...... Worst! ”

Dongfang Mo finally changed his complexion when he saw an abnormal blush appear on his face, and with a flick of the dust in his hand, he threw his figure out, and at the same time dodged into a big tree.

"Boom!"

The next moment, a loud bang was heard, and at the same time, the flesh and blood were scattered in all directions, staining red for several kilometers.

After a while, I saw Dongfang Mo's figure standing out from the tree again.

At this time, he was slightly out of breath and looked shocked.

Unexpectedly, this robed monk actually blew himself up, which made him how could he not be shocked.

"That's not right!"

After a moment, his eyes narrowed, and he felt more and more strange when he thought of the monk's every move.

I saw him reach out and grab a skull with a faint green fire from the spirit beast bag.

"There's something to say, there's a fart!"

Before Dongfang Mo could speak, Gu Ya had already begun to shout impatiently, he really didn't have any patience for Dongfang Mo, a goddamn fool.

For so long, he has thoroughly figured out Dongfang Mo's temperament, that is, forgetting righteousness for profit, crossing the river and demolishing bridges, extremely black belly, and a hob meat with bad stomach. For him, he comes and goes, and never pretends to be good-looking.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo's face was murderous, he had used many methods, but he couldn't deal with this iron-like skull.

So he didn't care about Gu Ya's words, and told Fang Cai in detail, and finally asked:

"Do you think this monk is normal!"

", of course it's not normal, you've ever seen someone blow themselves up when they're caught!" Guya didn't even bother to think about the ins and outs of scolding directly.

"Then what do you say is abnormal!"

"How do I know!"

"Then what am I going to do with you?"

As he spoke, Dongfang Mo was furious, and the dust fell unceremoniously, and the peach wood sword in his hand was not idle, and he slashed wildly.

"Stop...... Stop, I know, I remember. ”

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo finally stopped, grabbed the bone teeth in his hand, and glared angrily.

"Ahem... According to you, this person is most likely a puppet. ”

"Puppet?"

"Yes, this kid may have been controlled for a long time, and you should have something to attract him all the way, and after you caught him, the people behind him were worried about revealing their identities, so they detonated him. However, this puppet should have lost its original sanity a long time ago, but its mind was controlled by others, in other words, it had already died, so its behavior was a little wooden. ”

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo was shocked, he had checked a few words about the puppet before, and he felt that there were some doorways at the beginning, but now he can see it and it is still a little shocking, but if it is really a puppet, it makes sense.

But in a blink of an eye, I thought about why someone would follow him.

Except for the girl in red, she has never offended anyone. But if you think about it carefully, since the last time I passed through Nantuifang City, I found that there were two tails, and I originally thought that it was an eyeless person who wanted to pay attention to the senior sisters of Miaoyin Academy, but I didn't pay attention to it at the beginning, but now I think about it, it doesn't seem so simple.

"Nanchuifang City?"

Thinking of this, Dongfang Mo suddenly woke up, it was absolutely impossible for the girl in red to go to the sect with her, and that must be the reason why she was so generous that day.

As the so-called wealth does not leak, it seems that he was too ostentatious at the beginning, so he attracted the attention of people with a heart.

Thinking of this, several figures appeared in his heart at the same time, whether it was Yue Laosan, or Na Wu Bicha, or the woman in the Miaoyin shirt, or someone from other shops who noticed that he was carrying a huge amount of money.

After a long time, he still couldn't think of a reason, so he simply put aside his distracting thoughts, and put away the short stick that the monk had left behind, as well as the compass and a storage bag.

After a closer look, there was nothing of value in the storage bag except that the short stick was a low-level magic weapon and the compass was a little strange, so he got up and headed for the depths of the dense forest again.

But he didn't notice at all that there was a faint trace of blood stained at the corner of his clothes, which was cursory at first glance, but if he looked closely, he would find that an inconspicuous light flashed on it from time to time.

……

Nantuifang City, at this time, Ubicha was sitting in the attic on the second floor, and soon after, he suddenly seemed to sense something and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Dead one!"

At the same time, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and a smooth stone mirror appeared in front of him, and with a wave of his hand, he played several magic decisions, and then the stone mirror rotated for a while, and finally presented a huge topographic map, at this time, a red dot was moving slowly on the map, and if you looked closely, the red dot seemed to be on the edge of the Wanling Mountain Range.

Seeing this, Ubicha showed a hint of mockery.

"Do you think you'll be able to escape my eyes!"

The next moment, I saw him bite his fingertips, and his fingers began to carve in the void, and soon a strange mark was formed. At the same time as this mark was formed, Ubicha flicked his fingers, and the mark instantly burned, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, not far from the Wanling Mountain Range, another young monk was originally moving forward in one direction without hurrying, I don't know if it was a coincidence, it was the direction where the battle between Dongfang Mo and the monk who blew himself up was located.

At this time, the monk's figure suddenly paused, and at the same time, a strange mark of fiery red appeared in the center of his eyebrows, and he suddenly closed his eyes, as if sensing something, and the next moment, his figure moved, and his speed suddenly accelerated by nearly half, heading towards the depths of the Wanling Mountain Range, looking at its direction, it seemed to be where Dongfang Mo was.