Chapter Forty-Three: The Fog Pursues and Kills, and the Stuffy Stick Strikes Him

After Mo Qingyu and the others heard Senior Brother Bao's voice, they hurriedly gathered in the direction where Senior Brother was.

When they got closer, they realized that the senior brother was standing next to a pile of dead branches and leaves.

The pile of dead branches and leaves protruded from the ground, and now lay like a dead snake on the rotting leaves.

Senior Brother Bao held the pink shiny crystal in his hand, and his eyes were excited: "Senior brothers and sisters, what did I find?" ”

"This is the core of the wood, and it is the condensation of the tree monster. This item strengthens the power of the Wood Circle. ”

"Later, if someone finds a similar wooden core, the senior brother will receive it at a high price."

As he spoke, he excitedly wiped the wooden core on his body, and finally put it in a storage bag.

"Senior brother, you don't pay ......"

One of the disciples asked.

"Senior brother is useful, and it can be regarded as benefiting the sect. If it's given to the sect, isn't it going to give it to me Xuankong Peak? ”

When everyone heard this, they all felt that the senior brother was reasonable.

Senior Brother Bao's face crossed with pride, and he looked down again, for fear that he had missed something.

Mo Qingyu saw that there was a lot of danger in the forest, and she couldn't help frowning.

She thought of Xie An.

Xie An not only has to face the spirits in the forest, but also has to deal with the same door behind him.

Mo Qingyu suddenly turned around and quickly disappeared into the mist.

"Senior sister!"

Senior Brother Bao was still immersed in the joy of harvest, when he suddenly saw Mo Qingyu disappear, and immediately flew to follow.

Before leaving, Elder Mo and Elder Lu of Xuankong Peak specially instructed.

It is necessary to ensure that Mo Qingyu is safe and sound.

Soon, other teams in the mountains and forests also encountered them.

In the thick fog, swords and swords were clanging, and the light of golden rays and spells could be seen everywhere.

Elder Tian was in a hurry, and every once in a while, he would see injured disciples being carried out of the mountain forest.

Elder Han's face was ugly, his face was pale, and he seemed to be worried about Han Lingfei's safety.

In the sky above the mountains and forests where the sound of fighting was heard one after another, his gaze was no longer firm, and he would always look in the direction of Han Ling's flight into the mountain, intentionally or unintentionally.

Suddenly, a distress signal was issued.

The faces of the elders were shocked, and Elder Ouyang instantly turned into a streamer and disappeared into the mountains and forests.

Immediately, the sword of the mountain forest that sent out the distress signal soared into the sky, and then a violent vibration sound was heard.

The next moment, a disciple's voice sounded.

"Elder Ouyang slashes the seven-grade spirit monster and obtains the ground-level wood core!"

In the mountains and forests, Xie An carried a big bird, but the big bird had three bird heads.

At this moment, the three bird's heads hung weakly and swayed in the wind.

Xie An recalled the record in the scriptures and took out a fingernail-sized beast pill from the bird's head.

He looked delighted, and then carefully placed it in his baggage.

At this moment, he noticed several figures, rapidly approaching.

Xie An was not flustered, he was holding a long stick and leaning against an ancient tree.

How those people could find themselves quickly, Xie An didn't know.

But he knew that most of the people who were running to him now would not have good intentions.

The figure was getting closer and closer, and Xie An could even hear the faint footsteps of the other party.

At the moment when he was about to make contact, Xie An jerked forward, pretending to run away.

The man's eyes were cold, and he manipulated the flying stick and flew straight to Xie An's heart.

Sou!

The flying stick grazed Xie An's body and flew straight into the ancient tree in front of him.

Xie An suddenly turned around and ran towards the man.

In his body, ten spiritual rivers exuded a long spiritual aura, nourishing Xie An's internal organs.

The disciple saw Xie An rushing towards him with a long stick in his hand, thinking that Xie An wanted to make a final struggle.

He suddenly wanted to laugh, he laughed at Xie An and didn't know that he was building the foundation realm.

Spanning a big realm, how could Xie An have a chance of winning.

A wanton smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen a rabbit running towards him.

"Yes, it's really brave......"

He wanted to manipulate the flying stick to stab Xie An, but he suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and then his eyes turned black and he was unconscious.

The flying rod flew several feet along the residual force and landed on the rotting dead leaves.

The white clothes fell weakly, Xie An stood still and gave a thumbs up to Wuxian.

"What a tacit understanding!"

Standing beside the disciple without injury, he gestured twice on the disciple's head with a thick stick in his hand.

"Go on, knock me all out!"

Harmless, it heard Xie An's order and returned to the tree again, ready to wait for the opportunity.

Suddenly, two more figures flashed.

Xie An stood still, waiting for the two to move forward.

The two of them were stunned, and when they saw a disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall lying on the ground, they didn't dare to take half a step forward.

Suddenly, Xie An's legs ran, and the two instinctively chased after them.

One of them chased a few steps, and suddenly felt strange.

He looked behind him with his peripheral vision, dumbfounded.

At this time, two disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall had already passed out to death.

The disciple didn't know what was going on, and he guessed that he must be being targeted by some mysterious being.

He held a long sword and trembled to call for help, but the corners of his mouth trembled but he couldn't make any sound.

In the mist, Xie An's figure reappeared.

"You!"

The disciple's hair exploded in an instant, and he fled quickly like a frightened bird.

Boom!

The ancient tree was knocked out of its human form by this disciple.

The white clothes fell weakly, and the ancient tree fell two fallen leaves at the right time and fell on the disciple.

From a distance, I slept extremely peacefully.

Xie An looked at the unharmed branch, which was crouching behind wisps of roots.

When it saw Xie An's gaze, it proudly showed two rows of white teeth.

Xie An made a silent gesture towards the innocent, and he put a talisman to shield himself from his breath, and slowly disappeared into the mist.

"Quick, just ahead, trap him!"

Zhao Tang's voice came, followed by Han Lingfei's curse.

"Fool, all four of them are planted here."

"Master Han, the four junior brothers must not have been done by Xie An, there are strange things among them."

"Senior Brother Zhao, do you want to ...... Please? ”

The white-clothed people noticed something strange and panicked in their hearts.

"No, if you call for help, you won't be able to find a more suitable opportunity."

Han Lingfei stopped.

He was also scared, but compared to fear, he couldn't bear the way he lost to Xie An.

"But there's something weird here!"

"What are you afraid of, there is no response to the search for the talisman seal."

Zhao Tang comforted, as soon as these words came out, everyone's mentality suddenly recovered a lot.

"Hmph, it must be the little ...... surnamed Xie"

Boom!

Before a white-clothed man could finish speaking, he fainted and died on the rotting leaves.

In an instant, several flying swords stabbed behind the white-clothed disciple in unison, without any response.

Boom!

Another disciple has fallen!

The crowd hurriedly turned around and looked around again.

It was empty, and there was no one around.

They all looked at the disciples who had fallen to the ground, and saw that they were breathing evenly and that they were fine.

"Could it be, there's evil spirit here?"

Before the words could be spoken, two more disciples fell.

Quiet, as quiet as death!

"Ahh I can't stand it anymore! ”

A white-clothed man suddenly went crazy, he rushed out of the group, and quickly disappeared into the fog!

"Don't panic! It didn't dare to show up, which means that it is not completely sure. ”

Zhao Tang hurriedly comforted him, but even he didn't believe it.

The crisis creeps through the squad like a plague.

Boom!

Another white-clothed man fell with a bang!