The fight continued, and the void was cloudy, obscuring the otherwise bright sunlight.

But in the midst of this gloomy cloud, a shocking blood and masculine qi was as strong as a dragon breaking through the nine skies and soaring straight into the sky.

The battle between the martial saint and the ghost immortal really changed the color of the heavens and the earth, Xu Xuan stood in the monk's house, looking at the direction of the back mountain, silent.

The battle lasted for a long time before it stopped, and it was unknown who would win and who would lose.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Wuji was full of anger and dragged his injured body back to Lanhua Temple.

Xu Xuan and the Fox King immediately helped him into the house, Xu Xuan saw that Zhao Wuji's clothes were torn in many places, and there were blood stains on his chest, and he knew that he was not lightly injured.

Immediately took out the two blood pills seized from the black bear spirit and swallowed them, and at the same time began to use mana to help him heal his wounds.

It was busy for most of the night before Zhao Wuji's injuries were completely stabilized.

It wasn't until this moment that one person and one fox put their minds at ease and settled Zhao Wuji, and then went back to the room to rest.

……

In the dense forest behind Lanhua Temple, under the moonlight, Yu Niang leaned on a big locust tree that needed several people to hug, and beside her lay a black-robed man with white hair.

The black-robed man's breath was sluggish, blood was leaking from the corners of his mouth, and cracks appeared on his face, like cracks in the bark of a tree, looking extremely hideous.

"Yu Niang, I've forced you to do things you don't like all these years, do you hate me?"

The black-robed and white-haired man's voice was hoarse, but full of warmth.

Yu Niang had already burst into tears, she nodded first, and then shook her head, with a complicated look in her eyes.

The man in front of her is the ancestor of Heiyun Mountain, her savior, and the person she loves deeply.

His own life was saved by him from the hands of the demon hunter back then, how can he say hate?

As for love, he has always loved him, but he only wants to cultivate, and often ignores her, I'm afraid it's also unrequited love.

Seeing Yu Niang's movements, the black-robed man smiled bitterly and muttered to himself:

"There are some things you don't understand, and I don't want you to understand, I just want you to live well."

After speaking, the black-robed man stood up and walked towards the big locust tree.

In an instant, he merged with the big locust tree, and the whole person disappeared without a trace.

I just had a fight with that swordsman, and I was injured by the opponent's sword qi, and this time I was injured at all, and I am afraid that there is no hope of breaking through.

But he wishes for the future, and if he doesn't break through the realm, he can't realize the obsession in his heart at all, and I'm afraid there is only one last step to go now.

Seeing the back of the black-robed man leaving, Yu Niang leaned against the big locust tree, hugged her legs, buried her head deeply, and gradually fell into memory.

Ever since she was rescued from the demon hunter by the Black Cloud Ancestor, she has always been by the side of the Black Cloud Ancestor.

While cultivating, he wants to help the Black Cloud Ancestor kill people, seize the essence blood, and provide him with cultivation, which has been a hundred years now.

She was tired of this kind of life in her heart, and she longed for freedom, but she was bound by it.

She couldn't let go of the Black Cloud Ancestor, of course, the Black Cloud Ancestor would not agree to her leaving, the other party had already controlled her body and fostered her in the body of the Great Locust Tree.

This big locust tree is the body of the Black Cloud Ancestor, if he doesn't agree, Yu Niang will never want to leave Black Cloud Mountain for the rest of his life.

As soon as it was dawn the next day, Xu Xuan got up and washed, too many things happened last night, it seemed like a dream.

It was Zhao Wuji's coughing sound that pulled him back to reality, this free and easy wine sword immortal was injured in the battle against the Black Cloud Ancestor last night, and he was still healing at the moment.

Xu Xuan got some food and came to Zhao Wuji's room to find that he was no longer in serious trouble, and he was wiping the sword in his hand.

"Brother Zhao, how are your injuries?"

"The injury has been stabilized, and it will heal in a few days of recovery, and I have to thank Brother Xu Xian for his elixir."

Zhao Wuji hugged Xu Xuan and expressed his gratitude.

"You are a true hero for the people, I didn't expect that the Black Cloud Ancestor was so strong, and even you were injured."

"I did have some support last night, under the moonlight, the old demon itself has a buff, and the place of the decisive battle is its lair, so I suffered a dark loss."

Zhao Wuji was indignant in his heart, and his face showed unwillingness.

For many years, he has never been injured when he kills demons and demons, but he didn't expect to capsize in the gutter last night.

However, the strength of the Black Cloud Ancestor is indeed strong, and the Dao has been practiced for more than a thousand years, and the mana is strong, so it is not easy to deal with.

"Brother Zhao doesn't need to be discouraged, when you are healed, we will go to the old demon's hiding place together, and the three of us will definitely be able to kill him."

"That old demon is injured more seriously than me, he sucks ** blood all the year round, his body is full of filth, and he can't suppress it faintly, this time I hurt his foundation, if the filthy qi explodes, it is enough to kill him."

Zhao Wuji sneered, he was a dignified wine sword immortal, a powerhouse in the realm of martial saints, but he was not so easy to suffer.

Of course, Xu Xuan was also secretly glad that he was thanks to Zhao Wuji for dealing with this Black Cloud Ancestor.

If there was no Zhao Wuji to fight in the front, he and the Fox King would deal with the Black Cloud Ancestor, and they would probably be beaten and lose their armor and flee.

For several days, Zhao Wuji was recuperating in the temple, while Xu Xuan and the Fox King were responsible for taking care of him.

In the past few days, Lanhua Temple has also been unusually quiet, and there are no ghosts and ghosts coming to the door to find death.

Because Zhao Wuji was in the temple, the scorching breath made the ghosts retreat, and only those who couldn't think of it would come to die.

It's just that although these mountain spirits and ghosts didn't dare to enter Lanhua Temple, they were quietly observing in the dark, and countless faint eyes made people chill down their spines.

In the evening of this day, several passers-by merchants passed by and chose to stay at Lanhua Temple.

Xu Xuan immediately told them that the Lanhua Temple was not clean, and informed the other party of the haunting at night.

At the same time, Haosheng comforted the other party and wanted them to leave quickly to avoid being killed.

Seeing that it is getting late, where are the merchants willing to go, in this wilderness, they may be fed to the wolves if they are not careful.

For this reason, the two sides also had a very unpleasant quarrel, and finally these merchants were ready to spend the night in the main hall, and Xu Xuan was in the monk's house behind.

The two sides are clearly distinguished, and the well water does not interfere with the river water.

As the so-called gods can't save the damned ghosts, these people are bent on finding death, and Xu Xuan can't do anything.

Sure enough, early the next morning, several merchants died.

They died very bizarrely, some with a drunken smile on their faces after they died, and some died holding a few stones and not letting go.

Some of them didn't have any wounds on their bodies, and some of them had their hearts and livers dug up.

Obviously, the person with a drunken face was moved by lustful thoughts and was killed by spirits and wild ghosts.

And the person holding the stone was blinded by the monster, thinking that he had obtained gold and silver, and he was greedy and had his heart and liver taken away.

Looking at the corpses of these people, Zhao Wuji said in a deep voice:

"We are still in this temple, these demons dare to commit crimes against the wind, it must be that the old demon is too seriously injured, and he sends demons to make trouble, wanting to suck the yang energy of the living to recover his injuries."

"These people are also innocent of death, and if they don't move their evil thoughts, they will be safe."

The fox king looked at the dead people and did not show any sympathy.

"This old monster is very harmful, it is better to get rid of it as soon as possible, so as not to cause more people to suffer."

Xu Xuan shook his head and sighed, although these people died innocently, but the fresh life was gone, which made people sigh.