The black fog is filled, and the miserable howls of people can be faintly heard in the ears, and a 'yin' wind blows, which can be cold to the bottom of the heart.

This mansion is the location of a spirit witch king, and before you get close, you can feel the boundless pain and 'yin' darkness, and every time you get closer, the dark 'color' becomes a little thicker, and looking into the depths of the mansion, it seems that you have seen eighteen layers of hell.

The black fog above the Witch King's Mansion was churning, and a distorted face struggled in the black fog, letting out a silent howl, the 'dark' place, but the light was the brightest, I don't know if it was fear or habit, the fire candles here were much more than the Blood Witch King's Mansion just now, there was light everywhere, but, there was so much black fog, where was the light that could be dispelled.

There were no pedestrians walking around on the street, even after the cultivation time, no one wanted to travel in this 'cloudy' wind and night', and several Witch King City guards walked by with their heads bowed without 'spirit', and they didn't pay attention to their surroundings.

Zhang Xiaohu and Xiang'er hid in the 'yin' shadow, holding their breath and motionless, watching the guard just walk by less than a few meters in front of them.

"It's so stupid that you can't even see us"

Xiang'er pulled Zhang Xiaohu's sleeve and said excitedly.

It was too intense for her, so close to the enemy, she had never been in her experience, and if she thought about it, if she looked up and looked left and right, she could see them in the deformed shadows, but the enemy just walked over.

At the moment when the guards approached, Xiang'er felt that her heart almost stopped beating, especially when one of the guards glanced over here, if it wasn't for Zhang Xiaohu on the side to hold her, I'm afraid she would have rushed out a long time ago, but it turned out that she was wrong, the guards who patrolled the night didn't have the heart to look at it at all, that glance, not to mention that they were hidden in the 'yin' shadow, even if they stood in front of them, I am afraid that the eyes without focus would not be able to see it.

Still the same as the old 'touch', when the Liwu team behind the courtyard wall went away, Zhang Xiaohu gently shattered the brick wall, and the two of them quickly got into it sideways.

The 'yin' wind was blowing, the candlelight swayed, and the light and shadow on the ground twisted and swayed, and with the help of the strange light and shadow, they moved from tree to tree, and then quietly sneaked into the courtyard under the eyelids of several witches.

Xiao Bai cocked his little nose and tried to find the breath in the air, this place is different from the blood witch, there is no strong smell of blood to locate it, what Xiao Bai can do is to find the most 'yin' cold taste among all the breath in this courtyard.

When they were on the road, the two discussed this issue, and they thought about how to find the most accurate location of the Witch King, but they could only rely on Xiaobai's sensitive sense of smell, and Xiaobai, who was innocently staring at the big-eyed Xiaobai, was entrusted with a heavy task.

Needless to say, the smell of blood witch blood, but how to find the spirit witch, but it took a lot of effort for the two of them, and there was no unpleasant and disgusting smell, if you want to find it, you have to find out the difference between the spirit witch king, and I accidentally found that Xiaobai also has a certain awareness of the 'yin' cold, which is what makes the two people who want to break their heads breathe a sigh of relief.

A cold source appeared in Xiaobai's heart, the little guy tried to distinguish, although it can detect the difference between 'yin' and cold, but this is not its strong point after all, it is too far from the smell, fortunately, the Spirit Witch King has never completely restrained his breath at home, otherwise, with Xiaobai, he can't find it at all.

Just when Zhang Xiaohu gradually lost patience and was about to expand his perception and take the risk to investigate, the little guy finally made a discovery, gently chirped 'handover', pointed his little paw in a direction, turned his head and stared at a pair of big eyes, waiting for the master's praise.

Xiang'er smiled and lowered her head and kissed Xiaobai's head, then stretched out her claws and grabbed the soft 'hair' hair into a 'chicken' nest, so angry that Xiaobai rolled her eyes, got into her arms and never raised her head again.

The two of them shuttled through the courtyard like green smoke, and the low-level disciples only felt a cool breeze blowing around them, and they couldn't even see their figures.

No one is suspicious, in this mansion, the most important thing is the constantly blowing 'yin' wind, for Zhang Xiaohu's experience, instinctively thought that it was the 'yin' wind that he was used to seeing every day, and his head was reluctant to turn around, those who should chat continued to chat, and those who should do things continued to do things, just like that, the two continued to move towards the direction of the Spirit Witch King.

In the hall in the front yard, the lights were bright, the Spirit Witch King and a few big witches were talking about something, the sound was very small, and there was a 'yin' wind blowing too far away, Zhang Xiaohu didn't hear the content.

"What should I do?"

Xiang'er didn't dare to speak, touched Zhang Xiaohu lightly, and asked with a mouth shape.

"I don't know, take a look, if it doesn't work, I'll kill it"

Zhang Xiaohu didn't make a decision easily, pulled La Xiang'er, and continued to approach with the help of light and shadow.

The man was like a gecko, climbing up the smooth wall, the two of them hooked under the eaves, shielding their breathing, stopping their heartbeats, the Spirit Witch King in the hall was only a dozen meters away from them, this was the first time they had lurked so close.

Xiang'er lay on the beam, the whole person was close to each other, her head was lowered, and she didn't dare to look at the Spirit Witch King more.

At this stage, the monk is very sensitive to all kinds of breaths, as long as Xiang'er dares to 'revea' a trace of murderous aura, it will be noticed immediately, so at this time, Xiang'er not only did not think about killing, but made a grimace with Xiaobai in front of her, for the spirit witch king below, she didn't think about it or look at it, it was treated as if it didn't exist.

The hall was silent, the few people who whispered just now were now silent one by one, the Spirit Witch King had a calm face, his fingers tapped lightly on the chair, and his eyes scanned back and forth on the faces of the big witches.

Zhang Xiaohu is like a hunter in the mountains, hiding on the beam and looking quietly, obviously he is here to kill the Spirit Witch King, but his eyes look at the past without a trace of murderous aura, and people are as inconspicuous as stones, even if they are seen, they may be skipped.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaohu almost laughed out loud, it turned out that this Spirit Witch King was another acquaintance, not someone else, it was the companion of the Blood Witch King who had just been killed, the one who used long hair as a needle and assassinated the soul.

But when he turned his head and thought about it, Zhang Xiaohu suddenly realized that this is the surrounding area of the temple, and the mansion of the witch king is built in turn, naturally, it is divided by skill, and those who have poor skill will of course live on the periphery of the temple.

"Alright, that's it, tomorrow you guys will go with me to the old blood witch"

A voice came from the hall, and the Spirit Witch King stopped what he was doing, and said in a gloomy voice, "If there is anything wrong with that old ghost, he will definitely find a chance to be alone with me, if so, you remember to get rid of others, and we will work together to destroy him."

"Yes"

The voices are uneven, and it can be seen that some people are unwilling, but some people seem to be a little 'excited'.

"Okay, it's all gone"

The Spirit Witch King closed his eyes and waved his hand to drive everyone away, and he had already remembered those reluctant disciples in his eyes.

Zhang Xiaohu and Xiang'er shrank into the beam, and several big witches walked underneath, no one spoke, and no one knew, just one or two meters above their heads, there were two people hidden.

"Is this going to be infighting?"

A thought flashed through Zhang Xiaohu's heart, but he left it behind in the blink of an eye.

It doesn't matter if it's infighting or something else, anyway, if it's here today, this old friend can leave, thinking so much will not help things.

The Spirit Witch King closed his eyes in the hall and thought, as several great witches left, the eyes of several guards in the distance also turned, and for a while, no one looked this way.

Zhang Xiaohu looked at Xiang'er, nodded at her, and then bowed his body like a tanuki, half-squinted his eyes, counted three quietly in his heart, and flew out like lightning.

Xiang'er held the hilt of the sword with her backhand, and looked nervously at the guards in the distance, this time, she didn't need to do anything, but took on the work of vigilance, even Xiaobai spread her wings silently, and carefully poked her head out to monitor the enemy.

With a distance of more than ten meters, for Zhang Xiaohu, he didn't need a single step, but with a flick of his body, he came to the front of the Spirit Witch King.

didn't release any breath, his palm stretched out, and quietly pressed to the heart of the Spirit Witch King, Zhang Xiaohu At this time, his body slowly appeared in front of the Spirit Witch King.

The Spirit Witch King closed his eyes and pondered, thinking about the meeting of the old Blood Witch King the next day, when suddenly, he felt the light and shadow in front of him flicker, and an extremely faint wind blew over.

Someone came in?The Witch King was displeased and approached the hall without his permission, this is the rhythm of death?

Just when he wanted to open his eyes, suddenly a great danger came to his heart, and before he had time to think about it, the Spirit Witch King was on his toes on the ground a little, and the person flew backwards along with the chair.

The magic power worked, the headband that tied the hair at the back of his head broke automatically, and the long hair on his head turned into steel needles, flying and stabbing at the enemy in front of him, until this moment, the Spirit Witch King let go of his heart a little.

After his counterattack began, no one could kill him in one fell swoop, even if a few witch kings gathered together, and the spirit witch king was very confident in this.

The black hair stabbed out with a whistling sound, and was about to stab the person in front of him into a hornet's nest, when he saw that the palm that had been following suddenly probed forward, and the distance that had been like a moat suddenly disappeared, and in the frightened eyes of the Spirit Witch King, the palm of the hand was gently pressed in front of his 'chest'.

A trace of strength 'shot' from the palm of the palm, through the body of the Spirit Witch King, very large on his heart, in an instant, the heart that has been constantly tempered, with a strong vitality turned into a cloud of black ash, the power that has not yet dissipated, constantly raging to the side, in the 'chest' cavity, less than a breath of time, became empty.

The Witch King who had lost his internal organs was not dead for a while, but his movements became slow, and his magic power began to collapse.

Zhang Xiaohu toe again, quickly chased after it, pressed the palm in front of the 'chest' and moved it up, held the neck and folded it to the side, a click sounded, the Spirit Witch King's pupils continued to dilate and diverge, and the life quickly left the body.