For the next few days, Wei Zhen didn't go anywhere, and stayed quietly in front of this tomb.

Until the early morning of the seventh day, when the first rays of sunlight shone through the clouds on the horizon on the ruins, he stood up, straightened his clothes, and then fell to his knees respectfully, and knocked his head nine times.

"Master, Uncle Yue, Senior Brother Six Monkeys, Senior Brothers, Senior Brothers, I'm leaving. I'll be back to see you in the future!"

He picked up a burden on the ground, stuck the black short stick at his waist, and slowly looked back a few times, although he was very reluctant, he still left firmly.

The morning breeze blows lightly, blowing up pieces of white mist, the mist disperses and gathers, gathers and disperses in the wind, but people are not like this, sometimes once separated, yin and yang are separated, and there will never be a day to see each other.

Wei Zhen has been heading towards the west, he doesn't want to see the familiar Luoshan and the sea of fog, which will only evoke his memories and make him sad and reluctant.

At the age of ten this year, he already has his own goals in life.

"Wei Zhen, you're really still here!" an abrupt voice suddenly came from behind him.

Hearing the voice, Wei Zhen's forward body froze, and he turned around suddenly, and in the grass ten meters away behind him, a figure stood up.

The man was unclothed, thin, with hair like grass, and even more horrible than the other, his nose almost twisted with his mouth, and black blood condensed in his blind right eye, except for his left eye, which was staring at him with undisguised greed and hatred.

"Who are you?" Wei Zhen instinctively stepped back, pulled out the short stick at his waist, and looked guarded.

"Who am I, little brute, I don't even remember so soon!" the man laughed loudly, his face contorted, and his expression even more terrifying.

"When you go down to the Netherworld and see your dead ghost master, Mao Yiqing, you will know who I am?" he said, taking a few steps forward.

I only heard him continue: "I have dedicated my life to this broken sect, what have I gained? As a result, I have made myself not like a human or a ghost!" He stretched out his dirty black right hand and wiped it on his face, then lowered his head and frantically grabbed his messy hair, and a whimpering sound came from his throat.

Wei Zhen's heart jumped, and a flash of inspiration seemed to flash in his heart.

"Are you Uncle Mo?"

"Hey, remember?"

On that day, Mo Zongnian appeared masked and hid behind everyone, and the moment Mao Yiqing opened the "Eight Murders Annihilation Array" at the cost of his own life, he immediately fell to the ground and pretended to be dead. Although he didn't know what this "Eight Fierce Annihilation Array" was, after all, he was in the Maoshan Sect and had studied the formation for many years, and almost instinctively immediately restrained his breath, and luckily escaped the attack of the eight fierce beasts in the formation, but when the formation was broken, he was still caught by Yu **.

"Now that you know, quickly hand over the things on your body, and read that you are a junior in the same sect, and I will give you a good time!" Mo Zongnian recovered from that almost crazy state and raised his head.

But Wei Zhen was no longer in front of him.

"You can't run away, little brute!" he pulled out a brown rune from his bosom and threw it at the place where Wei Zhen had been standing, and the rune flew out in a circle and returned to him, burning on its own.

Mo Zongnian raised almost half of his nose, sniffed vigorously at the air, and chased in one direction, which was the direction in which Wei Zhen fled while he was unprepared.

The brown rune he typed just now was called "Breath Charm", which could absorb a person's breath for a short time, and with this breath, he could track a person's whereabouts, which was one level higher than the "Tracking Charm" that Wei Zhen originally used on Xiao Heihei's body, and it was something that could only be used by spirit masters.

Wei Zhen didn't run far, and the two couldn't escape a pillar of half-incense before they discovered each other.

There is a cliff in front of you, the cliff is 30 meters high, not very steep, if you usually climb carefully, you can smoothly descend to the ground, the opposite side of the cliff is Lishan.

Wei Zhen stopped and looked at Mo Zongnian's figure not far away that was getting closer and closer—he knew that he couldn't escape today.

"Aren't you running away?" Mo Zongnian finally came closer. Because of the destruction of his appearance, his temperament has changed greatly in a few days, and it seems that he is not in a hurry to kill Wei Zhen and seize what is in his hand, but to play slowly like a cat catching a mouse.

He found that Wei Zhen just looked at him coldly, without saying a word, and there was a little pity in his clear eyes, but more contempt.

But no matter which of the two it was, Mo Zongnian couldn't bear it, and he was just about to burst out.

"You betrayed the sect?" A few cold words suddenly spit out from Wei Zhen's mouth.

"You, how do you know?" Mo Zongnian's rhetorical question was undoubtedly equivalent to admitting himself.

"Phew!" Wei Zhen spat heavily. He originally thought that Mo Zongnian was just coveting what was in his baggage, but the more he thought about it, the more wrong he became, why did all the people die, but Mo Zongnian survived? And it seemed that he was hovering around in the morning and waiting for him, so he asked.

"Coward, despicable villain! Even if I die, master, don't die in the hands of someone like you who deceives teachers and destroys ancestors!" Before he finished speaking, Wei Zhen had already jumped off the cliff.

Mo Zongnian was exposed by a junior in person, and there was a hot feeling on his face, but he didn't expect that Wei Zhen would be so decisive at such a young age, and he would jump when he said it.

As soon as he took a step, he saw a huge green shadow in the sky suddenly shoot down like an arrow from a string, and in the blink of an eye, the green shadow flew away with Wei Zhen fluttering its wings under its claws.

This is another wind sculpture that escaped from Yu Shan's hands by luck at the top of Luoshan.

When Wei Zhen jumped down, he had already held the heart of death, but the expected feeling of breaking his bones did not come, he only felt that his body was light, and then there was a whirring wind sound in his ears.

"It turned out that Daqing saved me!" he looked up and thought to himself.

Because the feathers of the two wind eagles are both wind blue, it is difficult to distinguish, Wei Zhen privately gave them his favorite name, the smaller one is called "Xiaoqing", and the larger one is called "Daqing".

"Daqing" took Wei Zhen and flew directly over Lishan. After Lishan, there is a vast wasteland, which is already the boundary of Wu Yueguo.

"Do you want to come with me?" Wei Zhen asked loudly at Daqing.

He didn't know that Daqing was just a demon of the young pill, and he couldn't understand the meaning of his words, otherwise he wouldn't have regarded him as a descendant of him and Xiaoqing.

However, Wei Zhen guessed that Xiaoqing was probably gone, which he saw from Daqing's left-wing wounds that had not yet fully recovered, and they had always been inseparable, so he asked this question.

Wei Zhen walked into the wasteland alone, and when he looked back, Daqing's figure was still standing there, like a mother beast watching the young beast leave to create her own world.

In the vast wilderness, a herd of wild elk shuttles quickly through the meadow, and several fierce vultures hovering in the sky, waiting for the opportunity to choose a target, ready to bring the baptism of death here again and again.

Soon, a vulture chose its target, a young deer cub with a broken left leg and separated from the mother elk, and was getting farther and farther away from the herd because of the difficulty of running.

The vulture saw the opportunity to dive, like an arrow off the string, bringing a whirlwind, and the claws as sharp as knives instantly hooked the soft neck of the young deerboy, and the little deer boy was carried into the air without even panicking the reaction.

The vultures' eyes were filled with innate pride and cruelty, and they were the masters of death in this wasteland.

"Evil beast!" With a coquettish reprimand, a pearl-sized aura bomb chased straight after the vulture in mid-air, the vulture seemed to feel a hint of threat, let out a hiss, and the rising speed suddenly accelerated, but the aura bomb seemed to be faster on the line, and its head suddenly exploded in the middle of the head, but the strength was obviously insufficient, and the vulture in mid-air staggered, dropped the deer cub between its claws, and walked away with a sad roar.

A petite figure leaped into the air and caught the rapidly falling deer.

This is a little girl of eleven or twelve, with a pink and jade face, which is now full of crimson, and the cherry mouth is panting.

Catching the deer, she turned over and was about to fall to the ground with all her strength, and a rough voice with a big laugh gently caught her.

The two landed on the ground, and the little girl began to examine the deer cub in her arms. The neck of the little fawn boy had been torn by the vulture's claws, and the blood gushed from the wound, staining the little girl's white clothes red.

"Hurry up and save it, Uncle Fan. The little girl looked at the black-faced man beside her with a pleading voice, her beautiful black and white eyes full of tears.

The black-faced man glanced at it casually and replied, "Miss, this little guy is hopeless, and he only has his last breath left." He wanted to say that he was just baking for dinner, but knowing that the girl had a soft heart, he would definitely not agree, so he held back the next sentence.

When the girl heard this, tears fell like beads, and she slowly lowered the deer boy in her arms to the ground.

"Dig a pit and help Miss bury this. You guys ......," the black-faced man yelled at a few men dressed as servants behind him.

Those people were also skillful, but they were dealt with in the blink of an eye, and they had obviously done a lot of these things along the way.

This is a very large convoy, and the mammoth elephant mounts in the team are all in the team, and it seems that it stretches for more than 500 meters from a distance.

The girl took out a brocade handkerchief to wipe away her tears, and turned to walk towards a mammoth mount that was extremely luxuriously decorated. The mammoth elephant was two feet tall and had a soft compartment with a ladder leading to its back. Although the mammoth elephant is not a spirit animal, it is comfortable and stable to ride, and ordinary sects and families can't raise so much.

Just as the girl turned around and boarded the soft compartment on the back of the mammoth elephant, there was a sudden sigh, but it was out of the corner of her eye that she swept over, and saw something like a black shadow in the grass pile ten feet away.