Hiding in the shadows, Zichen frowned and watched this attempt, while his eyes were always focused on Qu Mo. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He wants to observe more of the methods of such a strong enemy as Qu Mo, etc., to prepare for the final decisive battle.

Suddenly, the bushes where Zichen was hiding shook a little. Zichen was taken aback, and quickly cast his gaze, but was surprised to find that somehow a figure had come out of the bushes beside him.

The figure had a white beard and white hair, and was dressed in camouflage made of blades of grass on its head and body. Although his appearance had changed a lot, Zichen still recognized this figure at a glance as the old hunter he had rescued earlier.

Zichen was taken aback. Previously, when Zichen was observing this hunting team hunting high-level demon beasts, the position he observed was constantly changing, but now his position was on the low cliff on the side of the gourd valley, why did this old hunter hide here?

And what surprised Zichen the most was that he didn't even notice the existence of this old hunter in advance!

Although this has something to do with his failure to let go of black and white perception. This black and white perception is not able to last forever, Zichen has already discovered that as the black and white perception continues, the mind will gradually feel tired, and gradually a tingling sensation will be born. This stinging pain will become more and more intense until the dizziness is so severe that it is unbearable.

However, even if he didn't let go of black and white perception, Zichen's ordinary perception ability was far more powerful than ordinary law cultivation. Because of this, the old hunter, who was just an ordinary person, was lurking silently under his nose, and he didn't even notice it in the slightest, and this time made him unacceptable!

"You ......"

Taken aback, Zichen looked at the old hunter and opened his mouth to speak.

At this time, the old hunter hurriedly made a silent gesture, and whispered with an anxious expression: "Young man, the people in the gourd valley are all murderous demons who don't blink." My old man is glad that he didn't meddle in this matter, and he has this hidden ability, so he escaped. If you make too much noise, you might attract those murderers and bury my old man's life......"

The old hunter had a point, and for a while, Zichen swallowed the words of surprise back into his stomach.

"Young man, my old man is going to slip away, you take care of yourself......"

The old hunter continued to burrow through the bushes with a sneaky move, and after dropping these words, the man disappeared without a trace in a moment.

Just like just now, as soon as the old hunter disappeared, Zichen could no longer sense any breath of the old hunter in an instant, if it weren't for the grass that the old hunter had drilled was still shaking slightly, Zichen was afraid to believe that the old hunter had not appeared at all.

Zichen was also a little shocked for a while, and he really couldn't figure out how the old hunter did it, and the means of hiding his aura in his lurking body were even more clever than him. You know, that old hunter is just an ordinary person, but he is a Fa cultivator, and it is really incredible that an ordinary person can outperform a Fa cultivator in this regard!

If all this was not for his personal experience, Zichen would never think it was true, he was shocked in his heart, and let go of the black and white perception, only then did he catch the figure of the old hunter quickly walking away in the bushes.

Zichen let out a sigh of relief, after all, this old hunter is not a ghost or something like that, black and white perception can clearly capture his figure, otherwise he would have to wonder if there was something wrong with his brain.

Although I wondered why this old hunter had such a high level of hidden skills, this was not the time to think about it. Zichen's brows sank, and he turned his gaze to the gourd valley again.

Snort-

Blood rushed into the sky, and when the headless body of a hunter fell, the head that flew up into the air froze into the air and flew high. Li Kui kicked the head out with a kick, raised the invisible wind blade sword in his hand, and shouted with a hideous expression: "Senior Brother Qu Mo, my Li Kui's vote is here!"

The head that flew high had already been grabbed by Qu Mo. Qu Mo held his head in his left hand, stretched out his tongue, licked a few drops of blood spilled in the air into his mouth, showed excitement on his face, nodded and said, "Okay! Senior Brother Li Kui, you will be my Qu Mo's right-hand man from now on!"

Li Kuigan laughed, although the smile was a little more ugly than crying, but it was a smile anyway, and he only shouted: "Thank you Senior Brother Qu Mo for promoting!"

Li Kui, who was the first to take the lead, was appreciated by Qu Mo, and the others no longer hesitated without a choice, and flew down from the corpse of the demon beast one after another, and pounced on those innocent hunters, killing people fiercely.

"I, Huang Qiusheng, submitted a certificate of nomination!"

"The name of the airdrop is delivered!"

......

After a disciple of the inner and outer sects slashed and killed a hunter, he immediately learned to shout loudly from Li Kui.

Seeing this, Qu Mo smiled fiercely, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, but he no longer moved, only retreated far away at the mouth of the gourd valley, sealing the only way in and out, and watched his subordinates slash and kill a dry hunter, with a relaxed and appreciative expression.

Once the killing begins, the malignant heart is completely released, and it will be like a wild horse that has escaped from control.

Under Qu Mo's persecution, all the inner and outer disciples began to kill this group of hunters with a kind of hesitation and reluctance, but later, everyone was red-eyed and became extremely bloodthirsty.

I saw that the more they killed, the more excited they became, and many of them let out a series of strange screams in their mouths, rushed into the hunters, and tried to kill them frantically without restraint.

For a time, like a tiger entering a flock, the hunters could only flee helplessly and fearlessly, and the crowd rang out screams from time to time, and some hunters who were slow to escape were slaughtered one after another, bombarded and cut by various spells, and blood and severed limbs were splashed everywhere.

The hunters fled for a while, but they found that these cultivators were getting more and more vigorous, and they never had the slightest intention of letting them go.

"Guys, these beasts won't let us go, and if we continue like this, we will die at their hands sooner or later!

"Yes!

"These bastards of Ge Laozi, are the lives of Lao Tzu cheaper than theirs?

"If you fight with them, even if you die, you have to bite these beasts!"

......

When the hunters realized the end, they finally came to their senses, and they were excited, plucked up their courage, scolded angrily, and no longer fled, but united, raised their swords in their hands, and greeted the chasing Fa Xiu.

Seeing this, Qu Mo in the distance grinned fiercely, with white teeth, and clasped his hands with more interest to watch this "big show".

However, in the blink of an eye, the hunters had already surrounded Qu Mo's subordinates with the advantage of numbers.

But how can ordinary people compete with Fa cultivation?