The sky in January was unpredictable, the sky was clear just now, and it was overcast in the blink of an eye.

In a short time, the rain poured down from the canopy.

About sixty miles away from Qingshuifang City, two figures dressed in robes and hats stood quietly in the forest, letting the rain wash their bodies.

But the strange thing is that before the rain touched their bodies, they were blocked by a layer of true qi on the surface of their bodies.

The robes on their bodies don't seem to be for rain, but more like props to hide their identities.

Soon.

Another gray shadow galloped towards the two of them, and a little under the feet of this figure, it floated out of a distance of dozens of zhang and fell into the eyes of mortals, which was really no different from a ghost.

"How did you get to this point?"

Gray Shadow stopped in front of the two, and the leader of the two was a little dissatisfied.

"Hehe, Steward Wu, I have just been delayed, forgive my sins."

This gray shadow is constantly bothering and humble.

If it weren't for his centipede-like lying on his face, the twisted and disgusting pink scar ruined the image, it was really possible for people to misunderstand that this was an honest man.

"Tu Laosan, although you did a good job in the first two times, if you missed the third son's big event, be careful of your head."

Steward Wu nodded Tu Laosan's sentence, turned his head and left.

Tu Laosan and another companion didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly followed behind Steward Wu.

On the road.

The other companion was a little curious and asked, "Tu Laosan, what are you doing to make me and Steward Wu wait for so long?" ”

Hearing this, a lewd smile flashed at the corner of Tu Laosan's mouth, but he quickly retracted it, shook his head and said, "A little thing, Brother Xiao, let's do our best to do the errand assigned by the third son." ”

"Hmm."

Seeing that Tu Laosan was reluctant to say, the monk surnamed Xiao stopped asking.

......

"What a brute!"

Less than ten miles away from the three of Steward Wu, Gong Lao looked at the two corpses in front of him with an angry face.

These two bodies were none other than Yang Lao's sixth wife and children who were kicked out of Qingshuifang City yesterday.

Among them, Yang's clothes were disheveled, and her lower body was even more unbearable, obviously she suffered inhuman torture before she died.

As for her son, he was pierced in the chest by a branch, and his whole body was hanging from a tree, and his head was still facing his mother.

Su Ming can imagine that before he died, he could only watch his mother being violated.

Not far from the dense forest, beside the official road, a carriage stopped there, and the hungry horses had lost their owners, and were standing there at a loss for what to do and gnaw on the weeds.

Rao was a gentleman's calmness, and he couldn't control his emotions with some anger at the moment: "A dignified monk, you are so cruel to mortals. ”

Su Ming stood aside, his brows furrowed slightly.

Any normal person would be outraged when he witnesses such an inhumane scene.

After a stick of incense.

Two new graves appeared in the dense forest, without tombstones, without inscriptions, and they were buried in the earth.

Su Ming and Gong Lao stood in front of the grave and were speechless for a long time.

"Let's go."

Gong Lao's voice was low.

Su Ming nodded, and the two left the place.

For the rest of the journey, both of them lost interest in talking, and they were all hurrying with their heads covered.

After a while, night fell.

But for monks with divine sense, the difference between night and day is not large.

Su Ming's divine sense exploration range was not far away.

However, Gong Lao, an eighth-layer cultivator who practiced qi, was already able to reach 50 zhang in the scope of divine sense exploration, which was several times farther than Su Ming's divine sense exploration distance of 10 zhang away.

Therefore, the two of them shuttled through the dense forest at night without hindrance.

Because they were also responsible for inspections, and the two of them did not contribute to work, Su Ming and the others were not too fast.

Otherwise, the two would have run a long time ago.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, Gong Lao stretched out his palm and motioned for Su Ming to stop.

Su Ming hurriedly stopped and asked, "What's the matter, Gong Lao?" ”

"There's movement!"

Gong Lao's face was serious.

I saw him lying directly on the ground, with his ears on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Su Ming's three views were shattered.

A monk actually judged the situation by listening to the shaking of the ground, and the scene in front of him was really a bit inconsistent.

But if you think about it carefully, the scope of the eighth-layer Qi cultivator's divine sense exploration is only 50 zhang square, less than half a mile.

However, if you listen to the shaking of the ground through your ears, you can hear the situation from miles or even more than ten miles away.

Judging from the approximate distance of obtaining information, the two are superior to the other.

"There's a monk fighting the Fa, that direction!"

Gong Lao stood up and pointed to the northeast.

"To go or not?"

Gong Lao turned his head to look at Su Ming.

Su Ming thought about it and nodded lightly, if it was with his original temperament, he would never cause more trouble.

But seeing the tragic scene of the Yang family's wife and children during the day, Su Ming had the urge to urgently find this murderer.

Judging from the corpses of the Yang family's wife and children, the murderer must have been a monk, because there were traces of magic at the scene.

I just don't know if the murderer is from the Zhang family, or if he came out of the same batch as them.

But no matter who it was, Su Ming wanted to kill him.

Su Ming's reluctance to cause trouble does not mean that he is afraid of things, especially this kind of thing that seriously impacts the bottom line of his heart.

Seeing Su Ming nodding, a hint of appreciation flashed in Gong Lao's eyes.

Steady but not completely cold-blooded, meticulous and chivalrous.

Gong Lao's eyes became more and more satisfied when he looked at Su Ming.

Immediately, he didn't talk nonsense, and directly handed Su Ming a spirit talisman.

"It's ......"

"Breath Charm."

Gong Lao said, and directly slapped another breath charm on himself.

In the next moment, Gong Lao's aura fluctuations became vague, and if he didn't investigate carefully, he wouldn't be able to detect it at all.

Su Ming didn't say a word, and slapped the breath charm on himself.

Gong Lao instructed again: "Slow down and lean over." ”

Su Ming nodded.

The two of them approached slowly in a northeasterly direction, making no noise except for the slightest hint of wind on the way.

......

"Thursday Hai, don't struggle."

Deep in the forest.

A young man with a handsome face and dressed in a white costume stood aside with his hands in his hands, admiring the battle in front of him.

In the middle of the field, Thursday Hai gasped violently, making a bellows-like whirring sound.

At his feet, a corpse lay horizontally, this was a Qi cultivation stage cultivator who was teamed up with him.

However, at this moment, the other party turned into a corpse.

Cold sweat broke out on Thursday's fat face, and he looked around at the three people who surrounded him in the middle.

Of these three, one is at the eighth level of the Qi training period, and the other two are at the sixth level of the Qi training period.

And Zhou Hai himself only has a seventh-level Qi cultivation level, and he may not be the opponent of this eighth-layer Qi cultivation monk when he fights alone, not to mention that the other party has two sixth-level Qi cultivation monks on his side to assist.

Compared with these three, what made Thursday even more chilling was the young man in a gorgeous costume.

This person is only in his twenties, and his cultivation is actually as high as the ninth level of Qi training!

With this person in the formation, there is no possibility of escaping on Thursday.

Thursday Hai finally recognized the reality and begged for mercy: "Third son, I Thursday Hai confessed, I am willing to give up the Lingmi business in Xifang District, and I hope that the third prince will give him a way to live." ”

"Give it up?"

The third son of the Zhang family, who was dressed in white clothes, showed a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, "What I Zhang Jingyu fancies, I will take it myself!" ”

When Zhou Hai heard this, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes: "If you don't give me a way to live, then let's die together!" ”

"Desperately, you deserve it too?"

Zhang Jingyu raised his hand, and a pair of flaming ring-shaped magic weapons flew out of the storage bag.

The next moment, the pair of rings of fire entangled with each other, and with a violent whistling sound, they blasted towards the Sea of Thursday.

First-order high-grade magic weapon, Flame Ring!

After the rain, the humid air became scorching.