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At night, Ling Fox Jue and the wild wolf went out of the city of Crow, and the plain was silent, as has been the usual silence here for many years, cold and empty, and the north wind swept through the wilderness with a terrible whistle, and also swept through the heart of little interest.

About a mile away from the city, the wild wolf rubbed his face, his voice a little hoarse: "Hall Master, we won't go on foot, right?" Of course he was joking, in his consciousness, the Demon Moon should still be there.

With a somewhat desolate smile, Ling Hu Jue said helplessly: "Brother Wolf, there are no outsiders here, you are the hall master, the hall master, I am not used to hearing it, so you should call me brother." ”

Rubbing his hands, the wolf smirked: "That's not good, wait until you get used to it, you can't change it." ”

Linghu Jue didn't insist, the spirit beast bag was slightly dissolved, and the Moyun Immortal Crane appeared in the sight of the two with a stream of brilliance, and at the same time, there was a strong and powerful momentum. The wolf was stunned, his eyes revealed an incredible light, his rough face was extremely shocked in the shadows, his lips trembled, but he couldn't speak!

Ling Hu Jue jumped up, looked sideways at the stammering wolf, and said with a smile: "What are you rubbing? As soon as his words fell, a cool crane chirp sounded when Mo Yun shrugged his wings and raised his neck, and the night charm in his body sneered and said, "Mo Yun won't let him sit." ”

Linghu Jue really didn't expect this stubble, and hurriedly said: "Then what should I do?" Before the night charm came back, the wild wolf that had come back to his senses began to jump, and the ink cloud was already shining lightly, and a gust of wind rolled up, rolling the wild wolf out of the way. Meantime. The clear eyes stared at the wolf. Shen Yun has a hint of warning.

"Hall Master?" said the wild wolf in the distance, very embarrassed, his rough face flushed.

Linghu Jue, who had already learned from the mouth of the night charm, that there was no way, said with some shame and guilt: "Big brother wolf"

Before he finished his words, the wild wolf had already laughed self-deprecatingly, and said, "Hall Master, don't say it, your subordinates understand, you can take the first step." "Divine beasts have the dignity of divine beasts. The king has the demeanor of a king, how can he let people ride on it?

After Ling Hu smiled apologetically, he flicked Moyun's long neck, Moyun whistled lightly, and turned into a rainbow and went straight into the sky, and the speed made the wild wolf shudder, and muttered to himself: "Good girl, it's really a king-level divine beast." He half-turned, and glanced at the sky reluctantly. At this moment, there are traces of ink clouds there, left. It's just a rush of excitement and excitement that stirs the wild wolf in his heart, so deep and so intense......

Mo Yun flew rapidly, and when he flew over Minte City, Ling Hu Jue also deliberately glanced at the city, and his ears seemed to hear the surviving women and children choking and crying. On his handsome face, a trace of cold gloom immediately floated, as long as he saw the deep and severe chill in this gloom, then he could feel how strong the murderous intent contained in it was. He slowly closed his eyes, at this moment, there were no tears shed, but this did not mean that his grief was gone, but tears could no longer explain his feelings at the moment, and silently prayed: Dad, Patriarch Xiuda, elders and clansmen, you go all the way!

The speed of the ink cloud was unparalleled, and when a bleak purple red appeared in the eastern sky, it had already flown into the Misda Mountains, and the morning cold mist was faintly floating in the sky above the forest, with a cold and desolate smell. Two years ago, he went to participate in the Four Clans Competition, and he had passed through here, but the scenery was still the same, the people were all different, and the world was really impermanent.

Afraid that the ink clouds would be too ostentatious, Ling Fox Jue descended when there were still hundreds of miles away from the Xinjing tribe, it was the middle of winter, most of the branches and leaves in the forest had already withered, and the half-bald trees trembled in the cold wind. Linghu Jue put Mo Yun into the spirit beast bag, stepped on the leaves and walked a few steps aimlessly, there was a trace of melancholy and loneliness in his eyes, if it was this time in previous years, the tribe should be the most relaxed and leisurely.

There was a mountain wind rushing in, rolling up the fallen leaves in the sky and flying, a few of them pasted on his robe, causing the fox to gently twist a fallen leaf, and when the leaves turned into powder and fell into the dust, his sideburns were slightly folded, and his lips were tightly reported into a graceful arc that curved downward, and it seemed that in the indifference, there was a sense of perseverance and strength......

This time, it wasn't the flames he released, but the Moko. Mo Ke seemed to smell a familiar smell, and as soon as it came out, there was a long hiss of a wild roar in the mountains and forests, and the huge head trembled, and when the mane on his neck was long and fluttering, the fox flew up. Mokol leaped forward, his legs tapping rhythmically on the ground, and he rose and drifted away in an instant. Time flowed silently in their journey, and the destination approached inch by inch......

Although Linghu Jue had never been to the Xinjing tribe, he knew that the approximate location was there. When he estimated that there were still more than ten miles left, he asked Mo Ke to stop, found a clean place, took out dry food and water bladders, sat down, stuffed a few mouthfuls indiscriminately, pulled out the capsule, drank a few sips of water, and then, he let out a long sigh, wiped off the water stains at the corners of his lips, leaned against the trunk, and performed the "Great Eagle Eye Technique"

The eagle eye disappeared with the wind, fluttering and flickering, and there was not the slightest movement around except for some sporadic low-level demonic beasts foraging for food. But as Hawkeye's range grew, he was suddenly fascinated by something to the northeast, and because of the distance and the distance from the forest, he could only see seven or eight figures shaking.

I wanted to narrow down the scope and see it more precisely, but the Lingtai was already slightly painful. Helplessly, Ling Hu had no choice but to withdraw the Great Eagle Eye Technique, and at the same time, his habitual instinctive reaction made him vigilant and pay attention! Those people were definitely not hunters, so it would be a little strange to appear in the deserted forest.

If it weren't for the fact that this place was not far from the Xin Jing tribe, Ling Hu Jue might not have bothered with this matter, but at this moment, he couldn't help but take action. Putting the magic into the spirit beast bracelet, Ling Fox was like a furious arrow, shooting in the northeast direction like a fly, although he walked in a straight line, but skillfully hid his figure under the cover of trees, it was amazingly fast, and in that little time, he was only a hundred feet away from the place where the figures were shaking.

Hidden behind a diagonally stretched rock, the fox peeked into the past. Then. He saw it clearly. It was six men in white, and an old man in a black magician's robe, and two of them were still holding a short and strong man, who struggled and writhed hard, but to no avail, and the man in white who held him right and left, just easily and roughly, he pushed under a large tree with protruding branches.

A man in white pressed the big man against the tree pole with one palm. The other man waved his arm, and a rope was thrown over the branching branches of the great tree and hung down, and the end of the hanging end had already tied a noose, as if it was ready to hang the big man who had been held by them.

The big man finally turned his face sideways and headed in the direction of Linghu Jue. To the shock, this big man he actually knew, he was the son of the patriarch of the Xinjing tribe, and he was no different from Milet, who he had fought against, compared with the arrogance of the past. At this moment, his face was full of horror and fear. The whole person was trembling, he should be imprisoned by magic, and when he opened his mouth wide, he couldn't make a sound.

Linghu was stunned, he couldn't think of anyone else in this mountain range who would do this to Milet? Save or not, of course, this save is not because he is merciful, but because he wants to solve the mystery in his heart.

At this time, the noose of the rope had been put on Millett's neck, he seemed to be extremely sad and angry, extremely resentful, desperately resisting, and his head was shaking vigorously, but a strange light glowing with phosphorescence shot out from between the black magician's fingers, and at the moment when it sank into Millett's chest, Millette did not move, but his eyes bulged out extremely exaggeratedly, showing that he was still conscious.

The old magician said something, and a black gas rose from the base of the tree, and the tree seemed to suddenly become gloomy, strange, evil and terrifying, the bark fell off, the scrofula knotted, and the branches stretched out into a grotesque posture, like a strange shape, multi-handed, multi-armed and secretly smiling witch, and a strange soul-stirring aura emanated.

"It's the Necrons who are sucking the souls of the living. After all, the Xuanfeng in his body has lived for more than a hundred years, he has seen a lot of knowledge, and after thinking for a while, he saw that this magic was the secret method of soul collection of the necromantic clan.

Necromantic Clan! Ling Hu Jue silently said a word, there was a volcanic eruption-like anger rose from the bottom of his heart, and suddenly his eyes were covered with a layer of murderous aura, the Necromantic Clan is the force that supports the Necromantic Sect among the hundred clans, he pursed his lips and did not make a sound, his body was immediately like a streamer, flashing and turning, his feet did not touch the ground, and he arrived under the hanging man tree in an instant.

Before a few exclamations could be made, Linghu Jue swirled in a volley, and a cold voice with endless evil aura floated into the air: "Law, reincarnation." "The reincarnation divine fire of the demon Ye instantly emerged from the void, and in the face of the white-clothed people who were only in the waiting realm, the power of the reincarnation divine fire was truly revealed, and the black and white intertwined flames flashed, and the three white-clothed people who were contaminated didn't even scream, they turned into ashes and stepped into the road of reincarnation.

The rest of the people in white, including the black-clothed magician, understood what was going on, and with a few roars, they retreated several feet in a row, but Linghu Jue would not let these enemies stay in this world for a few more moments, and the lightning shot over the reincarnation divine fire like a whirlwind, and the black dragon spear flew down the enemy at different angles.

As soon as the old magician who retreated to the end saw Ling Hujue's appearance in his eyes, his complexion couldn't help but change greatly, and a sharp and terrifying long cry came out of his mouth: "Ling Hu Jue." Before the words fell, the black mist rose, and the whole person drifted backwards.

The other three people in white didn't even have a chance to escape, the cold light flashed, a beautiful Milky Way flashed with stars, and at the same time that one of the stars was extinguished, the three heads had risen to the sky with three marks of blood. With the current realm of Linghu Jue, with all his strength and Tianshu Annihilation, the ruthless Jedi is enough to make these mid-level candidates die without even a trace of memory.

The soul of the old man, who was only a high-level magician, was frightened, and he used his milk power to perform the suspension drift magic, although he knew that it was completely futile, in the Necromantic Sect, there was a portrait of Ling Fox, and at the same time, his realm was also marked, the middle-level demon lord, the junior battle lord. But now, according to him, this realm is probably wrongly marked!

Huo Ran's figure swept up in the air, it was Ling Fox, this time, he didn't use the black dragon spear, his palm was spread along the blade, and in the shining light, there were still countless points of light that trembled sharply!

A stream of blood arrows erupted from the old magician's mouth almost simultaneously, and when a terrifying scream rang out, he staggered back a few steps clutching his chest. Ling Hu Jue stood coldly in place, the black dragon spear pointed slightly obliquely to the sky, and the tip of the spear was inserted with a head with smooth flesh and blood under the neck, and his mouth was protruding, which was one of the three white-clothed people just now.

The old magician's face was blue and his lips were white, he couldn't run anymore, he didn't dare to run anymore, his eyes stared at the head hanging from the tip of the spear in fear, and the corners of his mouth twitched nervously

The gaze is deep and cold, without a hint of emotion. Ling Hu Jue slowly approached, and a ghostly voice that was as untireless as if it came from the hell and hell floated out of his mouth: "Have you ever thought about today?"

Although the old magician has a low realm, after all, what he cultivates is soul-based magic related to spirits, and his will is much tougher than that of ordinary people. After saying that, a black flame rose from his knees, and he laughed like a martyr, and a terrible, bloody complaint sounded: "Linghu Jue, you will soon see the true Hades, and at that time, your soul will be forever in darkness and pain, and you will not be able to live forever!"

The rhyme was still wafting in a maniacal laugh, the black flames had turned the old man's body into nothingness, and the air was still filled with the coldness of the vicious spell.

Ling Fox's gaze became more and more cold, his wrist shook slightly, and his bloody head flew into the air, and they turned around, and walked towards Milek while putting away the black dragon spear. He wanted to know, what had happened, so that the young patriarch of the Xinjing tribe would fall to the point of being taken away!(To be continued......)