Under the blue sky and white clouds, on a spacious avenue, countless adventurers with good strength, either in groups or alone, walked in the direction of the "Heavenly Forest".

In the face of that unfounded rumor, many people prefer to believe it, and report the idea that once they get the treasure, they will be able to soar, even if it is dangerous, they must give it a try.

This avenue not only leads to the "Heavenly Forest", but also a fork in the road leading to the capital, so not all pedestrians come and go.

In the direction of the "Heavenly Forest", a fat and slow behemoth attracted the attention of many people.

It turned out to be a fat pig of a rare species, shaking the fat all over its body, walking step by step in the direction of the extension of the road, looking very leisurely.

On the back of this fat pig, a young man lying on his back with his head in his hands naturally attracted the attention of many people.

The young man was not very old, only about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a handsome little face that was uninhibited, with a stick of grass in his mouth, dressed in a very common loose shirt, stilting his legs, turning his ankles, and looking up at the white clouds in the sky lazily, as if thinking about something.

In the "Zhisheng Empire", all kinds of strange people can be seen at any time, and passers-by only look at them curiously a few more times before continuing on their way.

"At this time, Yunzhi should have already started to make a big fuss about that 'Wanfang Pavilion', right?"

The corners of his mouth curved a little, and Dongfang Xiuzhe on the pig's back thought so, and the smile on his face became more and more obvious.

The head of the "Wanfang Pavilion" is really cunning, if it weren't for my "soul searching method", I would really be deceived by him.

If you want to steal what is on me, if you want to use me as a gun, you have to pay the price!

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the murderous aura that he couldn't help but exude made the adventurers who passed by cold.

Fortunately, this murderous aura flashed and disappeared. And it didn't go unnoticed.

"'Wanfang Pavilion', the monk can't run the temple, when I come back, I can have fun with you!"

Dongfang Xiuzhe spat out the grass in his mouth.

The "Wanfang Pavilion" is placed there, and it can be dealt with at any time, but the treasures in the "Heavenly Forest" are not waiting for anyone, which is why Dongfang Xiuzhe went to the "Heavenly Forest" first.

As for whether that rumor was true, Dongfang Xiuzhe didn't care much about it. What he really cared about was that the cave that Duan Xingkong had been to should not be discovered by others.

That cave was accidentally discovered by Duan Xingkong a few years ago, and it was very hidden.

Although Dongfang Xiuzhe read Duan Xingkong's memory, it still takes a lot of work to find the cave, hoping that the landform of the "Heavenly Forest" will not change too much, otherwise it will really be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

It is precisely because of this that Dongfang Xiuzhe also has to sort out the route into the "Heavenly Forest". Before you fully understand it, even if you reach the "Heavenly Forest", you can't rush into it.

Just as he was about to comb through his memories, a strange energy fluctuation. Suddenly, it came from the front of the road.

In this strange energy fluctuation, there was also some kind of familiar energy fluctuation, which made Dongfang Xiuzhe feel very strange.

There wasn't much time, and there seemed to be a commotion ahead.

Dongfang Xiuzhe sat up straight. Looking from above, I saw a strange team, slowly approaching from the front.

Hundreds of elite soldiers cleared the way. A pitch-black eight-lift sedan chair drove strangely and calmly.

The people carrying the sedan chair are eight burly men wearing bronze ghost faces, shirtless, each with a striking "left" character tattooed on their chests.

Around the sedan chair, more than forty men in black suits with skin like rocks were so similar to the "Black Blood Thirteen Guards" transferred by the "Wanfang Pavilion".

These more than 40 people are the "black-blooded death guards" that make many people look different when they hear about them.

More than 40 "black-blooded dead guards" followed in unison, and every step seemed to be stepping on people's hearts, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

On the periphery of the "Black Blood Death Guard", there were sixteen people walking, and three of them turned out to be the ones Dongfang Xiuzhe had seen.

It was two men and a woman, two burly, shirtless, showing bronzed muscles, one of them had a tattoo of the word "mad" on his chest, and the other had a tattoo of the word "violent" on his chest.

The woman, with a slender figure, wore a tight vest that exposed her belly button, her smooth abdomen was tattooed with the word "war", her hair was very short, and her face had a mask that blocked half of her face.

Mad slaves, tyrant slaves, war slaves!

These three people were the three people who participated in the sabotage competition that Dongfang Xiuzhe had seen at the "Imperial Academy Competition", and Dongfang Xiuzhe had fought with them at that time.

"Why are they here?"

Dongfang Xiuzhe became more and more curious, however, there was something that made him even more curious.

Inside the sedan chair, there was a familiar energy fluctuation.

Dongfang Xiuzhe used the yin and yang eyes to look at the past, what he didn't expect was that this sedan chair was so weird, and the perspective ability of the yin and yang eyes was powerless!

This kind of thing is not the first time it has appeared, but it still surprised Dongfang Xiuzhe.

"Who the hell is sitting inside, and why is it so mysterious?"

Dongfang Xiuzhe frowned, and even wondered, should he find out?

"Lord Zuo Siwei has arrived, and he is ahead of him!"

The soldiers who opened the way had already arrived not far from Dongfang Xiuzhe, and many people panicked and moved out of the way, obviously not being able to provoke this Lord Zuo Siwei.

However, Dongfang Xiuzhe's mount still walked forward slowly, as if he was planning to have a head-to-head confrontation with the other party.

And Dongfang Xiuzhe has not yet decided at this time, whether he wants to make a move out of curiosity?......

In the mansion of Wanfang Pavilion, the sudden appearance of the thirteen guards of black blood made Yun Zhi's expression begin to become stern.

At the same time, it also makes the atmosphere tense.

"Childe, what the hell is going on?"

The man in white, Deacon Ye, looked anxious.

Don't look at the fact that he hasn't officially confronted Yunzhi yet, but Tong Guò's sneak attack just now has already come to a conclusion: this woman's strength is probably just as terrifying!

If he could, he would rather sit down with this woman for tea than use force face to face.

However, the appearance of the "Thirteen Guards of Black Blood". Complicating what was originally easy to solve.

"That's not what I meant, it's my father's order!" Ye Wuji hurriedly defended.

He didn't dare to look directly into the woman's eyes, as if there were thousands of knives hidden in them, ready to kill him.

If he knew that it was this woman who broke in, Ye Wuji would definitely try his best to convince his father.

"Childe, while the matter has not reached the point of no return, hurry up and bring back the 'Black Blood Thirteen Guards'. Deacon Ye said in an almost shouting voice.

"It's too late, my father has already given them an order......" Ye Wuji's face was like ashes.

Almost as soon as his words fell, the "Black Blood Thirteen Guards" who were originally motionless. Turning into thirteen black shadows, Yunzhi was surrounded in the center.

Yun Zhi frowned slightly, her nervousness was not because of how strong these thirteen people were, but because she felt that this didn't seem like thirteen human beings.

From the eyes of these people, Yunzhi saw only killing and coldness.

It was a look colder than a beast, a look colder than a dead man!

The aura emanating from these thirteen people is like the notes of death, and the music they play is always death and destruction.

"Kill!"

burst out a word without emotion, and the movements of the thirteen people were so synchronized. It's as if it's all one.

Sensing the killing intent coming from all directions, Yunzhi did not retreat but advanced, attacking the one directly in front of him.

"Bump!"

Yun Zhihao slapped mercilessly and hit the opponent's chest firmly.

In front of an emotionless beast. Yunzhi showed no mercy.

The power of this palm is enough to break stones and break gold, and when it hits the body, it can almost shatter the bones in the body.

But—

This kind of thing didn't happen. The man who was hit only took three steps back, then waved his black palms. Grab directly at the face door of Yunzhi.

Yun Zhi was startled, his toes touched the ground, and the whole person stepped on the other party's arm, which had already flown up in the air and landed on a stone carving.

"What kind of monster is this, what is their body made of, without the protection of fighting energy, they can resist the power of my palm? Could it be that there is something hidden in their clothes?"

Yunzhi looked at the thirteen people again, guessing in his heart.

"Boom!"

The stone carving under his feet was smashed by the "Black Blood Death Guard" that rushed in with a palm, and Yun Zhi's body jumped up again, slashed his legs, and smashed firmly on the head of one of the Black Blood Death Guards.

"Boom!"

The person who was tricked was like a nail that had been driven into the ground, and the whole person had completely burrowed into the ground.

Moreover, the powerful impact also left a large crater in the ground.

Ye Wuji and Deacon Ye, who watched this scene from the side, were already stupefied by the strength displayed by Yunzhi.

It was the first time that the two of them had seen that under the attack of the "Black Blood Thirteen Guards", they were able to gain the upper hand.

"Who is this woman?

Deacon Ye thought that the other party was here to deliver the letter, and couldn't help but be curious about the content of the letter.

Yun Zhi thought that the kick just now had been solved, but when the black-blooded death guard who was kicked into the ground by her powerful kick was gouged out by her companion, she was a little dumbfounded.

The black-blooded dead guard, his neck was obviously tight, like an iron pipe that had been twisted three times and was about to break.

But even so, that guy actually pounced on Yunzhi again, completely ignoring the damage to his neck.

"No, it won't!"

Yunzhi had a feeling of being taken aback, she was actually thinking at the moment, what would she think if the little sect master was here?

The little sect master may be just like me, frightened, right?

If it weren't for the breath of the living people felt from these thirteen people, Yunzhi would even think that they were special undead warriors developed by necromancers!

"There's no way, it seems that I can only kill the killer!"

Yunzhi's bare hand pressed on her "Falling Rain Sword", and the aura of slaughter instantly spread around. (To be continued......)