Su Xing hid in the tree and glanced at Yan Shengfang in the field, the other party's face was pale and very frightened.

Although I don't know why "Ban Yuntao" left "Yan Shengfang".

But after that, it is no longer possible to rely on the breath of Xuankui to lock the other party far away.

So he greeted the little monkey king, and chased forward at full speed with more than a dozen faster blue-faced apes.

As for whether Yan Shengfang is dead or alive?

Anyway, it's not just a matter of dying in your own hands.

......

'Mai' ran deep into the forest, except because the 'truth' was there.

And also because there are miasma there.

Ordinary macaques are like green-faced apes like fish in water, but the colorful miasma is poison, and the human tolerance will be slightly higher.

Only when you run into the colorful miasma can you have a glimmer of life.

"Boom!"

To his despair, a human face suddenly protruded from a big tree in front of him, and then it was an ordinary punch.

After a pause, Mai turned around and flashed, and was about to run in the other direction, when a blue-haired figure suddenly jumped down from the tree and rushed straight towards him.

His reaction was not unpleasant, and he instantly escaped into the shadows and dodged the blow.

The shadows blended into the night and disappeared in one direction.

It's just that his injuries were too severe, and the smell of blood bubbling from the claw marks on his body was at such a close distance for the blue-faced ape.

Like a guiding light in the night.

"Roar!"

Another claw struck, and this time, he didn't dodge, and this claw scratched his chest fiercely, and the bones were visible.

"Bang!"

Another punch, Mai's face was deformed, and a few teeth were thrown out.

The punch, as powerful as ever, knocked him flying into a tree, and then slid down from a sitting.

The difference is that this time, he no longer has the strength to stand up again.

"Bubbling ......"

The golden wheat field rolled like waves, and he seemed to lie on the lonely ridge of autumn grass, hearing the sound of the stream gurgling in the ditch next to him.

"Knock, knock, knock"

A dull footstep pulled him back from his hallucination, a tall wooden figure.

The black hole at the eye is like an abyss.

The wooden man spoke, and his tone was sonorous.

"Name your accomplices, and I'll give you a treat."

Mai's swollen eyes opened with difficulty, and he heard the words of the other party clearly, and he also heard the sound of the "bubbling" water, not the stream of his hometown, but his own chest that was almost sliced open.

Blood gushes out like a stream.

He lowered his head and didn't look at the wooden man.

The wooden man seemed to understand what he meant, ripped off the storage bag around his waist, touched his face again, tore off the thousand faces, turned around and disappeared into the night.

A pair of glowing eyes gradually lit up in the night.

Those were eyes of hatred.

He remembered that he had killed that man in the past, and he also had those eyes.

He remembered the moment when he was planted after entering the Xuankui Sect.

"Xuankui is destined, and the soul shows a false son. Self-picking. ”

"Wheat."

He abandoned the name called Erbao, as if he also said goodbye to the painful, fearful, and hateful past.

Tearing and roaring sounded in my ears.

He sank into darkness with great pain.

The last scene in the dark.

It is a field of wheat that is golden like waves.

The wheat in my hometown is ripe.

He thought.

It turned out that I never walked out of the lonely wheat field until I died.

......

Su Xing didn't look at the miserable scene behind him, the little monkey king was obediently squatting beside him, enjoying his Fusang aura healing.

He opened the storage bag and examined it.

Finally, I can have a channel to learn about the information of the Xuankui Sect.

A jade slip was poured out of the storage bag.

"Xuankui Centripetal Sutra! 》

Divine consciousness poured in, and after a while, Su Xing's face was solemn.

This is a powerful exercise that is completely built with the black flower seed on the body as the core.

Judging from this exercise, these Xuankui sects all believe that Xuankui has some mysterious and powerful power, like a totem.

By constantly providing for oneself and deepening the connection with the nightshade, the nightshade will naturally give back to itself with great power.

Putting away the jade slip for the time being, Su Xing continued to search, except for a few sets of clothes, there were not many things inside.

It is another jade slip, named "Xuankui Yin".

After checking it, a happy color welled up on his face, and the original Xuankui had a certain degree of concealment. After using this technique, the concealment is even deeper, and even the senior monk cannot detect the abnormality even if he carefully probes it.

And, it also mentions the rank of the sunflower.

All Xuankui people are planted with "ancestral seeds", and the roots are the same, but they will be divided into disciples according to the fit with the Xuankui totem.

From the inferior, the fake, the real to the ...... Son!

They can refine the corresponding "inferior seeds", "true seeds", and "holy seeds" respectively!

Among them, both the inferior and the fake can only refine the "inferior seed".

Su Xing seemed to understand why he could faintly feel the aura of Xuankui on Yan Shengfang's body.

Obviously, the level of the sunflower seed planted on his body is higher than that of the other party!

As for not being able to feel the person in front of him, it is likely that the other party is planted with an ancestral seed!

But he wasn't of a high rank, so he couldn't feel the aura on his body.

This is just Su Xing's speculation.

Continue to flip through, and there is another jade slip.

A glint flashed in his eyes, and he accepted the jade slip.

If you dig it down any further, there are no more valuable treasures.

Su Xing took out the mask he had just torn off, his divine sense poured in, and after feeling that there was no danger, he tried to put it on his face.

The mask slowly squirmed and fit, and in his mind, there seemed to be faces one after another, among which was the Xuankui he had just seen.

Consciousness was selected, the facial features on his face changed for a while, and his complexion darkened.

At the same time, the aura changed, and it seemed to stay at the eighth layer of qi training.

Su Xing immediately understood the role of this mask, which could disguise the appearance and aura of the decorator.

This Xuankui Sect used this mask to successfully attack Yue Du from the beginning, and then forced Yue Du, who was one level higher than his own cultivation, to flee.

Of course, there are also reasons why Yue Du is not good at fighting as a pharmacist.

Put the mask away.

After waiting for a while, the group of apes behind him had already dispersed.

The little monkey king took revenge, and he cheered and played with the monkeys, so there was no need to talk about it.

Su Xing said goodbye to the little monkey king for the time being, telling him that he would come here to find him later, and he didn't care whether the other party understood or not, so he ran to a place.

On the way, he lifted the grass and trees.

Although after practicing the third layer of qi, the grass and tree body can last for more than a quarter of an hour.

However, if you can transform at any time, you can continue the whole time.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Su Xing returned to the place where Yan Shengfang was before.

Originally, he had already figured out how to collect the corpse and pick up the treasure without a trace, however, to his surprise, Yan Shengfang did not die and did not escape.

Instead, he confronted several blue-faced apes on the spot.

Her dantian gushed out blue-green flames from time to time, and after the flames poured out, they were absorbed by a red sandalwood round bowl hanging over her head, and then a fire curtain hung down from it, and the cycle went back and forth, protecting it in it.

There were already a few charred monkeys nearby.

Su Xing got out of the grass and jumped into the field.

Several blue-faced apes were already very familiar with his breath, and they suddenly cheered as if they had seen the backbone of the Lord.

Su Xing glanced at Yan Shengfang, who was struggling to support, and some thoughts welled up in his heart, so he shouted and signaled to the group of monkeys, fortunately, this group of blue-faced apes seemed to have benefited from the macaque miasma, their breath became more and more powerful, and their IQ was not low.

Knowing what he meant, he was obedient like birds and beasts, and went forward to find the little monkey king to meet.