As he got closer and closer to the steps, Cheng Hua's heart became more and more nervous, beads of sweat couldn't stop flowing down his cheeks, he gently put his hand on the waistband of his pants and wiped it, the extreme tension made his palms already wet with sweat, and the disciples who came over behind him also held their breath and followed closely.

Liu Xunxiang followed behind Wu Liang at all times, and found that Wu Liang was constantly approaching the edge, and he was vigilant in his heart.

Fortunately, this group of people did not dare to act recklessly, and the heads of the two of them were always lowered, so they were not found to be unusual.

Seeing that Cheng Hua, who was in the lead, was about to approach the steps, Wu Liang, who was walking in front, saw the opportunity, suddenly burst out, and kicked the butt of a wrongdoer passing by.

With this kick, Wu Liang could be said to be riveting, and the person who was kicked was kicked straight away and pounced on one of the monks.

The innocent monk was pounced on by this sudden blow and fell to the ground, looking at the dark eyes, and immediately screamed in fright, and even his voice was a little out of tune.

The piercing scream was like a burning red iron ball thrown into the water, and the scene exploded.

The people present were awakened one after another, raised their heads, and began to pounce on these monks, Cheng Hua and the others did not dare to hesitate, they took out their magic weapons one after another, and fought back towards the resentment that came to kill.

And after Wu Liang kicked out, he also threw out a force at Liu Xunxiang behind him, and laughed: "Wu Da Niu Daoyou, Dao Ye can only help you get here, and there will be no time in the future." ”

The aftermath is still there, but Wu Liang's figure has already disappeared here, but fortunately, Liu Xunxiang is vigilant at any time, twisting to the side to avoid the waves, but at the same time, he also exposed himself to the eyes of the monks.

This scene also made Cheng Hua and the others hear it clearly, and they hurriedly looked at it, only to see this white-haired monk, with complete eyes and black pupils, as if he was a living person.

"It's a trick!" Cheng Hua reacted immediately after dodging a bad man.

Liu Xunxiang frowned, and was about to make a move, but found that many of the people around him also turned their heads to look at him, and he was also a little frightened when he saw a pair of dark eyes, so he turned around and jumped away in the direction of Wu Liang's escape.

"The thief is gone!"

Seeing this, Elder Chen, who was hiding in the distance, roared angrily, jumped up, and instantly pounced, the scene just now made him think, these two people can mix in the misfortune and design a trap, obviously there is a secret treasure that can protect himself, such an opportunity, how can he miss it.

Liu Xunxiang's figure did not stop, and the Forgetting Life fist suddenly burst out, and Elder Chen slammed into the air, and with this reaction force, his body quickly disappeared here.

Elder Chen landed on the ground and took a few steps back, the qi and blood in his body were surging, and he was about to catch up, when the screams of a group of disciples came from behind him, and he had no choice but to grit his teeth and mutter: "Wu Da Niu, I, Chen Wencai, remember you!!"

After speaking, he turned around and killed this group of disgracers.

Liu Xunxiang, who escaped, didn't dare to take off, he could only run quickly in the jungle, as for Chen Wencai just now, he didn't want to kill, but he didn't dare to kill rashly, this place was treacherous, before he completely figured it out, he was worried that the blood would attract the attention of Yin Tianzuo, so he chose to avoid the edge for the time being.

"Wu Liang !!"

chased all the way, Liu Xunxiang didn't find any trace of Wu Liang, as if he just disappeared out of thin air, after confirming that no one caught up behind him, he stopped, looked around, the cold light in his eyes skyrocketed, and he remembered this name fiercely in his heart.

After resting for a while, Liu Xunxiang stabilized his mind, turned over and took out the jade jue, which had been stored in the storage ring by him since he opened the dripping blood, and now he turned it out, also to see if he could find some clues from it.

Yu Jue lay in the palm of his hand, letting him transmit his spiritual energy, but there was still no movement, and in desperation, he had to take it back again, not putting his hope on Yu Jue.

Observing the surroundings with cold eyes, Liu Xunxiang secretly said in his heart, since he came to this Fog Hidden Sect, he simply took a look at what happened in this Fog Hidden Sect.

Time passed, Liu Xunxiang walked aimlessly in the jungle, he didn't know how long he had been walking, he only felt that there was always silence around him, and there was no movement.

He had also dispersed his spiritual consciousness halfway through, but he didn't notice any signs of life activity, which made him feel a little uneasy in his heart.

Just as he was looking for a way out, above him, behind the thick clouds, was an extremely spacious hall.

This hall is lavishly decorated, three of the walls are covered with landscape paintings, the scenery in these paintings is different, there are palaces and palaces, magnificent clouds, green mountains and green waters, there are countless people, there are some, the characters in different clothes, are fighting silently with something...

And the main hall is still a silent hall, empty, only the candles are bright, and the tongue of fire is swaying.

"That's not right!"

Liu Xunxiang stopped, his eyes were solemn, he felt as if he had been going around in circles in this place all along, and he seemed to have forgotten something.

With suspicion, he calmed down and began to constantly recall in his mind the scenes from the opening of Yujue to the present, as he recalled, wisps of gray mist began to emerge in his eyes, and gradually, his brows wrinkled deeper and deeper.

After recalling countless times, Liu Xunxiang had a flash of inspiration in his mind, his body suddenly moved, and he rushed towards the original road behind, along the way he was extremely fast, and he was completely careless.

As the urgency in his eyes grew heavier, he finally returned to the steps he had taken before.

There were corpses in the same place, dressed in different clothes, some of them were of the Evil Soul and some of the monks they had met before, but without exception, all of them had their eye sockets gouged out.

Liu Xunxiang's back was cold, and he hurriedly looked at the mountain steps again, but found that there was nothing at the mountain steps, how could there be any fan.

This discovery made Liu Xunxiang feel even more cold in his heart, suddenly, he hurriedly probed his spiritual sense into the storage ring in his hand, and then groped up and down, rummaged for a while, and said with a little blank eyes: "No, he obviously gave it to me..."

It turned out that when recalling, Liu Xunxiang found something wrong, that is, every time he recalled killing the messenger, there was a fault in his memory.

When the picture was restored, it was a scene of a group of monks fighting against the Murderer, and then he escaped, but he couldn't remember why he had fled.

But he could clearly feel that he had forgotten something, and vaguely remembered that someone had thrown him a white porcelain vase, but he rummaged through it, but he did not find any white porcelain vases on his body.

Everything became confusing, making Liu Xunxiang a little confused about what was true and what was false.

The pain from his temple made him reach out and cover his forehead, and the scene in front of him began to blur, and a sound slowly came from his ears, which seemed to be shouting a person's name, but he couldn't hear the specific words.

At this moment, the gray mist in his body began to slowly swell up to the place where the head Zhihai was, and the gray mist was like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, quickly filling his originally empty Zhihai.

The emergence of gray mist made his pain begin to ease, and he shook his head, and he subconsciously said, "Wu Liang..."

On the other side, Chen Wencai and his only few disciples were panting and climbing the mountain steps with no end in sight, and he was about to slaughter these fateful people, but suddenly a strong pressure erupted from afar, and rushed all the way to the direction where he and the others were, so frightened that he didn't say a word, and ran up the mountain steps.

Chen Wencai sat on the steps, wiped his forehead, and swallowed a few saliva times, Cheng Hua immediately came up, took out a folding fan with a sneer, handed it to him respectfully with both hands, and said, "Disciple Cheng Hua is fortunate not to be dishonored, and he has taken this treasure for you, Elder Chen." ”

Chen Wencai was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, with this high-grade Taoist weapon, at least the sect would not embarrass his family and son, thinking of his stupid son, his eyes were dark.

I will go crazy this time, pity my son, born and lost his mother, and is still unmarried, and I have no chance to ask for a daughter-in-law for him, and see him get married with my own eyes.

Holding the folding fan in his hand, a trace of doubt flashed in Chen Wencai's eyes, since the two of them were designing to trap the monks, why did they put the high-grade Taoist device and not pick it up?

Thinking of this, a bad thought came to him, he hurriedly pinched the trick with both hands, and the aura in his body agitated, and poured a aura on the folding fan.

With the continuous injection of aura, this folding fan shined greatly, and for a while it was extremely strange, manifesting thousands of visions, and the eyes of several disciples such as Cheng Hua who saw it showed a trace of envy... and greed.

But Chen Wencai's brows furrowed more and more tightly, he threw the folding fan up, he pointed with his sword, and transported more spiritual energy in his body, and the folding fan was rotated by the volley of huge spiritual energy, and the speed became faster and faster, and finally, in his inexplicable eyes, there was a bang, and there was no fire spontaneously combusted, and it burned.

This burn, everyone was a little stunned, looking at the folding fan that fell to the ground and burned with only a few black wooden sticks, Cheng Hua swallowed his saliva and said, "Chen... Elder Chen's mana was really boundless, and this small high-grade Dao weapon couldn't resist Elder Chen's spiritual power in the slightest. ”

Chen Wencai stared at Cheng Hua, his eyes were about to erupt with fire, he raised his foot and kicked on his heart, and roared with a hideous face: "Waste!

How could he not see that this folding fan was a high-grade Taoist device, it was clearly a street paper fan that was not even a magic weapon, and he and the others had buried the lives of nearly ten disciples for the sake of this paper fan for three cents, and what was even more infuriating was that he and the others had already lost most of them before they really entered the Fog Hidden Sect, how could this breath be swallowed.

In addition, the smaller the number of people left, the smaller the chance of seizing the treasure, and according to the current situation, it is impossible for him to complete the task assigned by the sect alone.

And once it can't be completed, his son, his family, will definitely be angered by the sect, and at that time, I am afraid that the destruction of the sect will be light, and such a result will make Chen Wencai almost crazy.

"Wu Da Niu, this seat will definitely peel you and cramp, crush your bones and scatter ashes!!"

The roar echoed across the steps, and at the foot of the steps, Liu Xunxiang knelt on the ground, clutching the ground with both hands, and the ground was soaked with sweat.

His eyes were bloodshot, but they were clear.

"I remember, Wu Liang, Fog Hidden Sect, white porcelain bottle, bone powder..."