"Ghost-faced baby" - the secret treasure of Chang Kezong. It is a monster born and grown in Huzhou, the appearance is like a black eagle, the face is and there is a third eye on the top of the head, the body can change, there is more than the normal level of human intelligence, it is said that it was captured and trained by an old man three hundred years ago, with the strength of semi-transformation, and the human language.

If Chang Kezong wants to know the news of other sects, he doesn't need to send many undercover agents at all, as long as this ghost-faced baby goes around, he can get any news.

Somewhere in the forest outside Qingshan Peak, there was a boom, forty or fifty masked people were shocked away, this three-edged stone hammer was very strange, every time the tiger waved and smashed out, it had to make a huge sound, and this group of masked people seemed to be not afraid of death, stepping on the corpses of their companions, and continued to rush towards the two of them, their strength was not bad, with Qingshan Peak as the standard, it was considered within the northern faction.

However, in front of the shapeshifter, it is too inadmissible, and in the state of the tiger heavy domain, more than a dozen people will have to die with a hammer.

"It's amazing" Mu Ziyun killed the masked man, and said to Huzi: "This group of guys is well-trained, their strength is quite high, but they don't want to die, Chang Kezong can actually train his disciples like this!" “

"I don't think they are disciples of the sect." Huzi held the three-edged stone hammer and replied: "The blood qi on their bodies is too heavy, how can the disciples of the sect be like this, they should be the forces of the rivers and lakes, but they are just employed by the Changke Sect." “

The two of them eliminated the group of masked people with half a pillar of incense, leaving a living mouth, and Huzi pressed the man to his knees with his hands.

Mu Ziyun grabbed the man's veil, a man in his thirties, with a pinch of beard under his nose, his expression was very calm, and his eyes were still cold or wooden.

Mu Ziyun stared at him calmly, thinking about it and not knowing what to say, even if this kind of person killed him, he couldn't say anything, sighed helplessly, Mu Ziyun opened his mouth and asked, "Which person!" “

The man snorted disdainfully, Mu Ziyun leaned against a tree beside him, and said in a casual tone: "Look at you, you have died so much in the blink of an eye, think about the guy who sent you, he doesn't care much about your life." ”

The man's expression was even more disdainful, and he snorted coldly and said, "Milky boy, don't play tricks, grandpa doesn't have time to talk to you." ”

"Then you're trying to die."

"Don't want to die"

"Oh? Hehe, why is that. “

"Because I have to kill you, if I don't kill you, how can I die."

"Then how did they die?" Mu Ziyun pointed to the corpses of the masked men.

"Those who don't complete their tasks are waste, and it's normal to die." The man spoke without a trace of emotion, and when his two eyes were fixed on Mu Ziyun, he would show a desire to kill.

"What about you, you're not a waste?"

"I'm not dead, who can be sure I can't kill you?"

"Interesting, admire." Mu Ziyun turned into a fire claw, and broke the man's neck with one claw, after doing it, Mu Ziyun shook his spirit, took a deep breath, turned his head and said to Huzi: "I estimate that they are here to 'explore the way', their master wants to see how we are doing, but it is a pity that these warriors, such good skills, have been trained to be walking dead." “

The hissing sound in the air gradually faded away, and the ghost-faced infant did not fly towards Qingshan Peak, probably heading towards Chang Kezong.

Mu Ziyun and Huzi rushed to Dawan Gorge day and night, where Chang Kezong and Qingshan Peak fought, the two sects fought for three days, the battle situation was still in balance, Chang Ke Zong and Qingshan Peak were very similar in all aspects, three hundred years ago, those two twin brothers were each in charge of a sect, and many things tended to be assimilated, it was difficult to think that these two related sects would be killed.

"Ah......" Hiding under the waterfall in the mountain forest, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old young Qingshan Peak Dharma disciple died a painful death, the death was very ugly, there was no good skin on his body, and there were scratches everywhere. Beside him, there were more than a dozen corpses of the same appearance, all of them were disciples of Qingshan Peak, they were still jumping around a moment ago, but they encountered a mist, and as soon as this mist touched their skin, it made them itch unbearably.

Stepping over the corpses and walking a few hundred steps deeper, you can see a small mountain, which is remarkable that this hill is made of corpses, arms, legs, and heads stacked together piece by piece, and the smell of blood makes the wild creatures of the whole mountain tremble.

A middle-aged man of medium stature stood in front of the hill, and in front of him stood seven or eight young disciples, those disciples were stiff and unable to move, and a little girl was crying in fear, her face was white and terrible, and she looked at the middle-aged man in despair.

The man snapped his fingers, all the disciples left the ground and hung in the air, the man moved his fingers casually, and one disciple was divided into several pieces, and the blood of the organs was sprinkled, and the frightened little girl fainted all of a sudden.

This man is Mo Chaozhen, who is naturally angry, he is very vicious, he did not go to the main battlefield, but hid in the shadows, attacking and killing Qingshan Peak's disciples, and Qingshan Feng thought that Mo Chaozhen did not come, so he asked Hao Han to do another task. In the past few days, I don't know how many Qingshan Peak disciples have disappeared and died tragically under Mo Chaozhen's hands.

"Yo, dizzy?" Mo Chaozhen laughed and said: "This is not good, how can you not feel the taste of death." With a movement of her fingers, the little girl's right arm snapped, and she woke up with a thud.

"Please, please," the little girl from Qingshan Peak cried profusely, "Kill me, don't torture me, please." ”

"No, no, no" Mo Chaozhen laughed and said: "I'll catch you today, I have to have a good time, beg me, beg me loudly, ask for something nice, I can come up with more tricks, hahaha..."

"Please, woo..."

"Ahh Another disciple was poisoned, his upper body and lower body were folded together, and then his hands and feet were folded in the opposite direction, and the pain could no longer be described in words.

Mo Chaozhen looked at the little girl with the broken arm again, took a few steps closer and said, "It's your turn, what do you want to be broken into?" Kindness? Let's take a look. “

The little girl's body was shaking all the time, and she didn't know how to talk anymore, so she saw Mo Chaozhen move her fingers, and suddenly she felt a heat on her waist, her legs were still twisting, and the little girl fainted again.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the arms of a man with fire on his head and two burnt yellow eyes with a deep murderous aura.

Mo Chaozhen never expected to see Mu Ziyun here, and the first thought in his heart was not to kill him, but to escape, although his strength was not much worse than Mu Ziyun.

The smell of blood on the hill can bring the greatest stimulation to the nose and brain, Mu Ziyun and Huzi gritted their teeth and were about to break, Huzi held the three-edged stone hammer with a creak, pointed the hammer at Mo Chaozhen and said angrily: "If I don't kill you today, I will kill myself here." “

The disciples hanging in the air all fell, Mu Ziyun looked at the girl in his arms and said, "I'm Qingshan Peak Mu Ziyun, it's okay, it's okay..."

The little girl's eyes were still the color of despair, and slowly the ice and snow melted, and the dark world had a glimmer of light, and she didn't even have time to cry, so she unloaded her strength and closed her eyes.

Mu Ziyun touched the little girl's neck with a sigh, and then listened to her heartbeat, it's gone, it's gone, she's still dead, hasn't she been holding on to it? Did she know that she was fine, so she slept peacefully? It's gone, it's gone in the blink of an eye.

The corpse that was still warm slipped out of Mu Ziyun's arm, Mu Ziyun stood there in a daze, suddenly blood flowed out of his nose and flowed into his mouth, he trembled violently, shook his head His mouth was hideous, hollowed out his brain, and the rest was anger.

Mu Ziyun stared at the pair of scorched yellow eyes, stared directly at Mo Chaozhen and said word by word: "I want to kill you with my own hands!" “