The moon is quiet and sparse, and the bright moonlight becomes extremely dim after passing through the red and black fog in the sky, and the reflection on the ground is also blurred.

There is a faint smell of blood in the air, and from time to time a 'yin' wind blows, which can penetrate into people's hearts, and there are almost no people on the streets, and the entire Witch King City, after entering the night, is as silent as death, and occasionally a few shops with lights on, and after the last day of work, there are also shopkeepers who are hurriedly closing the 'door' to thank customers.

In the night, the blood witches and spirits were sitting at home and doing their own exercises, completing the daily homework, and a trace of blood and black mist overflowed from the body, drifting with the wind, and then mixing together in the air, becoming thicker and thicker.

The scattered blood-colored black mist was constantly absorbed by the monks below, and the entire Witch King City became a huge practice ground, in the process of overflowing and absorbing, the magic power in the witch's body was enhanced, the blood 'color' became more vivid and 'colorful', and the black mist became more and more thick, like ink.

This is the method that the witch kings came up with in desperation, there are not too many mortals for them to cultivate, and in the state of stagnation of their skills, they came up with such a trick, although compared to harvesting mortals, this method is slower than I don't know how many times, but it can also improve a little bit.

You must know that if you don't advance against the current, you will retreat, and this is even more true when you cultivate, even if you can make a little progress now, it at least means that the Blood Witch Spirit Witch is still on the way forward.

The White Witch was so miserable back then, and one of the most important points was the huge formation posed by this Blood Witch Spirit Witch.

Every day, the blood is surging, the 'yin' wind is miserable, and the time at night is not cultivation at all, but constantly removing the influence of these blood-colored black fog on them, so that cultivation becomes more difficult, and the white witch, who is already slower in cultivation, can't catch up with their footsteps, and is suppressed so much that they can't move.

A strange wind passed through the streets, a looming grimace, churning in the mist, making a silent howl, those strange faces, with pain, wailing, blood-devouring, cruel, swept by, leaving a rich blood, even the white 'color' of the wall, as if dyed with blood.

Then, under the cover of the night's 'color', Zhang Xiaohu and Xiang'er dodged one sentry post after another, and approached the Witch King's Mansion silently.

"There's no one here"

Zhang Xiaohu hid in the 'yin' shadow in the corner, leaned into Xiang'er's ear, and said in a very low voice.

Xiang'er's face flushed instantly, and the erupted heat rushed to her sensitive ears, making her unable to hear what Zhang Xiaohu said at all.

Looking at Zhang Xiaohu with misty eyes, he nodded blankly, and his thoughts didn't know where he had gone.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't wait for a response, and turned his head to look at Xiang'er strangely.

Fortunately, the dim moon 'color', coupled with hiding in the 'yin' shadow, Zhang Xiaohu couldn't see Xiang'er's face 'color' clearly, but he felt that at this moment, Xiang'er's breathing seemed to be a little heavier, and her heartbeat was much faster, so she couldn't help frowning.

This is not good, you must know that this is the Witch King's Mansion, there are monks everywhere, and if you are not careful, you may 'reveal' your whereabouts, just want to remind you, Xiang'er has already reacted.

"Let's go inside"

Xiang'er didn't dare to look at Zhang Xiaohu, lowered her head, and her voice was quieter than the cry of mosquitoes.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't care too much, he just thought that Xiang'er was a little nervous, nodded, reached out and gently shook Xiang'er's hand, and then put his mind back on entering the Witch King's Mansion.

The courtyard wall is tall, from time to time, groups of three or five force witches walk by with weapons, their steps are light, and their breath is restrained, if it weren't for Zhang Xiaohu's caution and waiting for a few more breaths, maybe he would have been caught as soon as he came out.

"It's now"

Zhang Xiaohu's palm pressed on the courtyard wall, the strength in his hand was slightly spitted, and the extremely faint energy flashed away, without a trace of breath bursting 'dew', just completely acting on the brick wall.

By the time he reached the Transformation Period, Zhang Xiaohu's control of the strength had become perfect, and as long as he wanted to, no one could detect the existence of the strength.

Li Wu, who was walking at the bottom, turned his head suspiciously and looked, and at that moment just now, he seemed to feel a trace of power beating around him.

In the dark, everything was as usual, the complete courtyard wall, the clean and tidy road, the grass swaying in the wind, and when he turned around, the power that seemed to be there disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared, just an illusion.

"Gone, rubbing something"

A voice whispered in front of me, the impatient voice of a companion.

A small insect jumped out of the grass pile, saw the force witch in front of him, and turned around in a panic and flew away.

"Coming, coming soon"

Li Wu breathed a sigh of relief, took one last look, smiled, no longer nostalgic and turned around and hurriedly left, maybe it was too much, this is the Witch King's Mansion, where will someone break in.

There was silence all around, and in the 'yin' shadow of the corner that I didn't notice, the brick wall was like powder, quietly collapsing, and a palm appeared in it, flipping it slightly, and sucked the powder that was about to drift away with the wind into the storage ring in the palm.

Two black 'colored' figures passed through the gap one after the other, and quickly left like a gust of wind.

The two of them who changed into night clothes, after reining in their breath, completely fused with the 'yin' shadow, even if they saw it with their own eyes, they couldn't see the flaws in it.

Sometimes he moves quickly in the witch king's mansion like a tanuki, his steps are light and silent, sometimes he stops, and then the night 'color' and shadow, avoiding a pair of guards of the night watch.

Xiaobai poked his head out of Xiang'er's arms, shrugged his little nose, and kept sniffing the breath in the air.

Although the Witch King does not need to hide in the mansion, it is not easy to find a person in the huge Witch King's Mansion, even if Zhang Xiaohu's perception is strong, but here, he does not dare to mobilize his perception at will to investigate a monk of the same level as him.

Fortunately, they have the most sensitive dog nose, although the breath of the witch king is not obvious, but the smell of blood is the strongest one in it, relying on Xiaobai's sense of smell, the two gradually 'touch' towards the target.

"Don't move"

Zhang Xiaohu suddenly leaned into Xiang'er's ear and said softly, while pressing a hand on her shoulder.

Xiang'er's body stiffened, froze in place, barely controlled her heartbeat, and complained in her heart, I hate Brother Xiaohu, do you know that this will be very uncomfortable? At this moment, the little face was as red as an apple again.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't notice the difference in Xiang'er, his body squatted slightly, and then the existence of the 'yin' shadow on the ground moved under a big tree in front of him little by little.

Waiting until Zhang Xiaohu left, Xiang'er came back to her senses and looked ahead carefully, because she couldn't use her divine sense to perceive casually, Xiang'er could only see with her eyes, for her who was used to divine sense, she was like a blind man 'groping' in the dark night.

Although she didn't see anything wrong, Ke Xiang'er chose to believe Zhang Xiaohu for the first time, squatting motionless in the 'yin' shadow, holding her right hand behind her back, and gently resting on the sword.

"What could it be? monk or monster?"

Xiang'er guessed in her heart, staring at the tree with big eyes without blinking, but the huge shadow of the tree almost shrouded the tree inside, coupled with the dimness of the moon shadow, no matter how she looked, she just couldn't see any existence.

Zhang Xiaohu followed the shadow, approaching the big tree little by little, his footsteps moved silently, as light as a breeze blowing on the ground, without even a grain of dust.

One hundred meters, ninety meters, eighty meters, Zhang Xiaohu slowly approached.

In order not to 'show' traces, Zhang Xiaohu did not dare to use the slightest strength, and completely relied on his body strength to move forward.

Suddenly, a 'yin' shadow shook in the big tree, Zhang Xiaohu stopped, held his breath and remained motionless, Xiang'er's eyes widened, and her right hand was tightly held on the hilt of the sword.

A monk poked his head out of the branch, coughed a few times, looked around, muttered something in his mouth, and then shrank back and disappeared into the tree.

The surroundings were quiet, and in the distance, a few witches gradually departed along the patrol route, and the leaves blew and rustled.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't rush to make a move, but waited until the hidden monk's qi and blood calmed down before he suddenly launched.

A black smoke, clinging to the grass on the ground, swept through it, light as the wind, and drifted under the tree in the blink of an eye.

"Huh!?"

On the branch of the tree, the monk suddenly poked his head out again and looked around, and the grass that suddenly blew made him feel a little alert in his heart, but when he looked at the past, the ground was empty, and his perception unfolded, but he could not detect the slightest vision.

Just as he was startling, a dark shadow suddenly appeared behind him, silent.

Zhang Xiaohu's five fingers were like hooks, and he clasped them on the top of the monk's head, and the strength of his palm was slightly spitted, and an extremely dim trace of golden light flashed in the shadow of the tree, which seemed so insignificant.

A bolt of energy erupted from the palm of his hand, piercing the skull and striking directly at the brain.

The momentum of the explosion like electric light instantly blew everything in the monk's head into mud, and the monk only shook slightly, then froze still, between his mouth and nose, a very light bloodshot slowly flowed out, and his breath disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Xiaohu gently put the monk down on the branch of the tree, and after posing as a cultivator, he slipped down the tree pole.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't be exposed, where would he use his efforts to send him back to the West with just one palm, but at this moment, Zhang Xiaohu had to be careful, preferring to be slower than to cause trouble.

The two black shadows continued to move forward, Xiao Bai kept pointing the direction, and the target was directly locked in a small courtyard in the backyard.

Around the courtyard, several big witches each held one side, sat cross-legged, and cultivated silently, a trace of rich blood 'color' overflowed from the body, and the blood light that kept rolling up in the courtyard behind him was 'mixed'.

Here, only extremely trusted henchmen have such treatment.

"What should I do?"

Xiang'er asked in a low voice, it's easy to kill, but if you want to be silent, Xiang'er can't think of a way for a while.