Hearing that it was Feng Shuang who took Xiang Zhang away, although a trace of surprise appeared in Shen Moli's eyes, he thought that the battle between the two clans was a cruel gathering, and Feng Shuang and Xiang Zhang were in a hostile camp, so it was not surprising that they met and confronted each other.

Thinking of the previous dispute, Shen Moli thought deeply and said, "You can recuperate with peace of mind, Elder Zhang, I will think of saving you." As soon as he finished speaking, he hurried out.

Seeing the situation, Xianglin couldn't help shouting behind him: "Girl, how can you find them if you don't ask where they are?"

Although the words were loud, Shen Moli's figure had disappeared into the veil long before Xianglin shouted.

This is not Shen Moli's carelessness in a hurry, but Feng Shuang's coming and going without a trace. Even if his pace with Xiangzhang would be slowed down, with the Feng Shuang skills that Shen Moli had seen earlier, if he wanted to avoid one person, it would be difficult for the other party to find Feng Shuang even if he was afraid of digging three feet into the ground.

Shen Moli and Feng Shuang are only one side of each other, and they don't know much about Feng Shuang. Just based on an unclear guess, Shen Moli rushed to the place where the two met for the first time after knowing the situation.

With a lot of uncertainty, as he walked through the alleys, Shen Moli's thoughts suddenly pulled to his eyes because of the amount of blood around him that was gradually approaching.

The blood, which was not fresh, made Shen Moli quickly distinguish that there were multiple Tan people approaching him. And by the direction of the strong smell of blood, Shen Moli could easily identify the owner of the smell from it, and it should be poured in from several entrances and exits in the alley.

Sensing the approaching danger, Shen Moli instinctively looked around and made up his mind to find a hidden place in the surroundings.

The alleys are lined with uninhabited sand houses on the left and right, and it is not difficult to choose a place to hide. But the difficulty lies in hiding that after hiding, you have to hide the aura on your body that is different from that of the Tan tribe.

Earlier, although Shen Moli smeared all the ashes in the sand area on herself, when she shuttled the veil into the magic pool, many colorful veils were lifted to make way, but the few veils that brushed her body when she first stepped in unconsciously cleared all the ashes around her.

Shen Moli was not aware of the removal of his own ashes by the veil earlier. It was only at this time that the smell of blood that was too strong came from all directions, and Shen Moli realized the ashes that had disappeared on his body by accident.

Although he desperately wanted to do something else to remedy the Terran aura that faintly diffused into the air from his body after the ashes disappeared. However, the Tan clan had already approached here, and no matter how Shen Moli smeared the ashes, it was difficult for him to hide his aura at close range.

Worried, Shen Moli suddenly had a plan in his heart.

In the short time that the Tan clan had not yet arrived, Shen Moli made a little arrangement, and then chose a hidden place to hide.

With weapons that feed on blood, they went all over the alley, but in a few moments, seven or eight Tan people came. They have gentle expressions, and their posture is graceful as they pace, more like harmless immortals.

Just take a closer look, and all of the 3,000 ink hair of several Tan people are stained with blood. The drops on the tips of the hair were already condensed blood beads, so dark that they were almost the same color as the black hair, as if they were shouting about the cruelty of the Tan people in the past.

The people of the Tan tribe, who had a similar appearance to the immortal clan, seemed to have long been surprised by the blood stains that were too many to be cleaned.

They spend their days in blood, and only when they have to perform some disguised tasks will they magically wash away the blood stains that are so thick that they can not be washed away with water.

Several Tan people came here together, smelling the scent of the Terran in the air, and the doubts in their expressions were self-evident.

They came here in search of breath, and they already felt that the existence of human beings in the sand region was a strange thing. Now the breath of the human race is here, but they can't see the slightest human figure in the small place where they can hit the wall in a few steps, which makes their surprise in their hearts inevitably deepen.

Puzzled, one of them looked at the rest of his fellow clansmen and asked, "Did you track down the taste of the Terrans here?"

Most of the people of the Tan nationality are engaged in tasks all year round, and even if they are of the same ethnic group, they rarely have too much contact. Now that they are gathered here, they only confirm each other because of the breath of the same race, but they are very strange to each other.

"Exactly. The woman next to her, dressed in plain white clothes and with colorful flowers on her head, should speak, and after stepping around and looking around, she said: "I should not be wrong when so many people smell the breath of the human race, but these four walls really seem to have no one else." Unless ......"

Before the woman could finish speaking, she suddenly slammed into the sand wall beside her.

Suddenly, the wall of sand collapsed under the onslaught, and it was knocked out of a huge hole.

After the impact, countless clouds of sand and dust flew up, clouding the scene behind the wall with a layer of haze.

"What are you doing?" Regarding the woman's inexplicable behavior, another Tan tribesman standing next to her was obviously dissatisfied.

As he spoke, the Tan people used their hands instead of fans, constantly fanning the endless sand and dust around them, as if these sand and gravel were extremely disgusting things.

"How can you find him without smashing the wall?" said the woman, who had no flowers on her head, pointed to the place behind the wall, which was covered with sand and dust.

Following the direction pointed by the woman, everyone looked back again, and sure enough, they saw a fat black shadow flashing through the sand and dust some distance away.

"Where to run!"

"When did the fat man of the human race walk so fast?"

"Chase!"

......

After seeing the black shadow, the reactions of the seven or eight people were different, they either said one or two emotional words, or went straight forward and waved their weapons, trying to arrest the black shadow.

At the moment when a few people of the Tan tribe hurriedly chased after her, the woman who had just smashed the wall suddenly walked to another alley that no one had noticed.

The woman's expression was calm, her steps were light and fast, and she could not see the slightest panic because she had deceived the people.

In the middle of the walk, a black dot jumped to the woman's fingertips, and said in a very small voice: "I said that you are a beautiful woman, but I didn't expect this brain to be so good." Look at my target, did you do a pretty good job?"

Looking at the woman with a flower branch that the black dot is talking to, it is undoubtedly Shen Moli.

Shen Moli was in a hurry to leave the alley at this time, so as to get rid of those Tan people who still couldn't see the truth clearly.

Earlier, she scattered her severed hair in all directions, so that her aura spread to the surrounding area, so that the Tan people could not detect her position for a while.

Later, when the Tan people were about to catch up, Shen Moli's calm and fearless sacrificial dream spirit conjured up an illusion to confuse the keen senses of the Tan people.

After all the arrangements were made, the black dot listened to Shen Moli's words, and became bigger again when Shen Moli pointed to the people of the Tan tribe, pretending to be a human race in the dust that could not see the truth or falsehood, and running by from a distance.