The night was deep, and the door was suddenly pushed open, and a black shadow with a cold wind flashed to the bed, shaking the sleeping boy awake.

"Ziming, the Long Xiang Gang is in trouble, this is the treasure of the Wang family, you must take care of it.

The people who come are all monks, and most of them will not attack mortals, so you should find a way to escape! ”

With that, he rubbed the boy's head with a miserable laugh and shoved a leather bag into his hand.

The shrill exclamation outside the door and the sound of the intersecting blades came, which suddenly woke up the young man, who was still a little dazed, and he heard that it was Lao Jin's voice, and hurriedly asked:

"Father-in-law, what should you do?" only to find that the shadow had disappeared into the night.

He hid his skin close to his body, hurried to the door, and looked out of the house.

On the outer wall of the castle, some torches have been lit at some point, and the people under the light and shadow are all unfamiliar faces.

Panicked fleeing gangs began to take place in the fort, as well as sporadic fights, but they were greeted by one-sided slaughter.

Jin Ziming found the familiar figure running with an iron gun in his hand.

A silver arc crossed the sky, and with a miserable scream, a flying sword pierced through Lao Jin's back calf, and the blade drilled out, pinning him to the ground, unable to move.

Jin Ziming held back his fear and sadness, and bent down and ran towards the old Li family, who had three children, and it might be safer to mix with them.

A frightened black horse swept in front of him, its mane shining in the firelight, looking particularly dazzling and panicked.

Another silver light lit up, passing through the flying black "long hair", and shot towards Jin Ziming's face, the flying sword carrying the majestic true qi, so that he had no way to dodge, and there was only fear and despair in his eyes......

His head sank suddenly, and the boy who was not yet fifteen years old woke up from that nightmare again, his eyes still full of panic and grief.

He knew in his heart that although this was a dream, Lao Jin was really gone, and the Long Xiang Gang was over.

Jin Ziming has undergone harsh training since he was a child and has countless adventures in the field, which makes him muscular and strong.

The lower back, hands and feet are flexible and explosive, and the broad shoulders are slightly exaggerated, like a strong adult wrestler.

That restrained look made him look much more mature than his actual age, and he also had a completely different temperament from the worldly reckless man.

His facial features are upright, barely handsome, and his overall style is rough and tough.

At first glance, he is relatively ordinary, and his strong physique may be impressive, but if you look closely for a while, you will feel that he has an indescribable taste.

In the woods, a slight "rustle" sounded and made him startled.

He was able to escape from the southwest coast of Xijinzhou to the black forest, thanks to his special ears, strong physique, and calmness and thinking beyond his peers, which allowed him to escape from many sieges and interceptions.

Jin Ziming listened carefully and discerned that there was a person in each of the four directions quietly approaching in the morning light.

One of them was too strong, and he stepped on the dead leaves, and then he made a sound, and he instantly understood that it was the ghosts of the Black Dragon Society who were chasing after him.

They have been chasing them for more than six months, if nothing else, they should have learned from the survivors of the Long Xiang Gang that Lao Jin's good things may have been left to him, otherwise they would never be so persevering.

His long life on the run made him cautious, preferring to endure hunger in the forest rather than light a fire when there was no fog.

The old tree he had chosen when he had gone to bed last night was very particular, and there was a hole in the trunk from where he lay to the ground, and two of the thick roots that extended from the bottom were hollow.

He slipped silently into the hollow of the tree, and then nimbly burrowed into a tree root, and suddenly his hairs stood on end.

Jin Ziming involuntarily turned his head to look, at the bottom of the tree hole, at some point, two green lights lit up, staring at him gloomily, and then the green light began to retreat.

"It's a tree python!"

The snake's head retracted briefly, then rushed forward quickly, opening its mouth to bite the boy.

Jin Ziming used his hands and feet together, and fled forward along the hollow tree roots, and the huge snake head hit the entrance, shaking the big tree.

However, because the opening was too small and the bark was extremely tough, the tree python could not break open, and after several angry collisions, it simply got out of the hole in the tree and looked in the direction of the boy's escape.

Immediately, it turned its head and found that there were so many people around it who had invaded its territory.

The head of the snake shot at one of the thin men, who knew that the figure flashed, easily avoided its attack, and said calmly:

"Wei Feng, Huang Wu, you two kill this brute; Ma Pole, you and I search for that thief. ”

Jin Ziming had already heard the sound of fighting, this hollow bark pipe was very long, and he crawled out of it a hundred zhang before he could not continue because the aperture was too small.

He pulled out his beloved Cold Moon Knife, which he had picked up while diving in a lake in the forest, four feet long, the blade was black, heavy and sharp.

There are many gaps and breaks on the knife, and there are some strange runes engraved on it.

It always feels so cold, and the tip of the knife is a little like a crescent moon, so Jin Ziming named it "Cold Moon".

The knife lightly cut a circular hole in the bark, and he drilled out.

The vegetation here is dense, the leaves are mostly dark green, and the rising sun does not bring much light to the forest.

A thin mist rises from time to time, and the air is mixed with fresh green shoots, rotten foliage, and the smell of dampness.

There must be something special in the pursuer's hand that can trace his tracks, otherwise how could he catch up again after a few days after every time he was lost.

The anaconda could only delay them for a short time, and it would soon come after them again, this time too close, and it would be difficult to get out if they continued to run along the perimeter of the black forest.

Only by gambling and running deeper, maybe those first-order demon beasts can scare them back? I can only count on the power of people's ears, and it is easier to avoid danger than they do.

He adjusted his direction and began to trot, running faster and faster until he sprinted with all his might.

The two men in black had already killed the tree python, and the hemp pole came out of the hole in the tree, and the probe said:

"Boss, he may have escaped from the hollow roots, I'll use the Wind Chaser to measure his position."

"So close, I can find him myself without that little thing."

The thin man in the lead was called Hu Lei, he leaned down, put his ear to the ground, listened carefully, and after five breaths, he smiled coldly and said:

"Ran to the southwest, chase!"

Jin Ziming looked at the mountain ahead, where the trees were thicker and the light in the forest was dimmer.

"If you keep running away like this, you won't be able to escape one day, and you must find a way to fight back."

Not yet out of danger, he began to think about the dilemma he was facing.

"This time, I simply didn't run away and found a way to kill those four people.

You can't run too far, you have to hang the pursuers and bring them into the territory of the first-order demon beasts. He finally made a decision.

He began to slow down, and his ears were full open, not only to listen to the movement of demon beasts in front of him, but also to listen to the distance of the four people behind him.

Soon, the hurried footsteps of his pursuers were detected, and he had to gallop into the dense forest again.

I was anxious in my heart, I had been deep for so long, except for ordinary beasts, why hadn't I found those powerful demon beasts?

Suddenly, there was a heavy stampede from the west, as if a behemoth was moving slowly.

Jin Ziming felt it carefully, and keenly noticed that the beast had a different tyranny and power, and he was happy in his heart, it was a demon beast!

It's just that I don't know how many orders it is, but I can't care so much now, if my fate is not good, and I encounter a second-order demon beast, I can only explain it there.

He kept an eye on his pursuers as he approached the monster.

Gradually, he saw clearly what was in front of him, it was a spear-headed bear, mainly of the first order, and it was considered the strongest of the beginner-order demon beasts, and it was extremely fierce when it went crazy.

"Luck." He felt a little reassured.

The pursuers in the rear were getting closer and closer, and Hu Lei smiled fiercely, knowing that the other party would not be able to escape this time.

Jin Ziming slowly touched the spearhead bear, and when he formed a huge triangle with the bear demon and the pursuers, he touched a stone on the ground.

Eject with your middle finger and hit a tree in front of your pursuers, then bounce off the bear head.

The beast was disturbed and very angry, looked forward, and suddenly found Hu Lei and the others, roared wildly, and rushed away.

The four of them were shocked, although they were considered strong among ordinary martial artists, even Hu Lei had practiced the so-called "Qi Refining Realm".

But that kind of "internal strength" that does not enter the stream is not recognized by the cultivation realm at all, and when it encounters a first-order demon beast, it is a dead end.

BTW: If you haven't read the novel of Xiuxian, you can briefly flip through Chapter 9 first, there is a quick introduction to the terms of Xiuxian, in fact, there is no reading threshold, thank you!