The four of them noticed that the young man in front of them was a hard idea, especially the monk who was glanced at by Liu Xunxiang.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "That's the case, Wu Liang of the Fog Hidden Sect used an obscene method to snatch the two life flowers, and then several major sect families joined forces to take it away from him.

As a result, several interceptions and killings were unsuccessful, and it was estimated that he was also annoyed by this Wu Liang, so he designed in the basin and set up a large array to lead all the monks who chased him over.

No, more than 30,000 monks, except for a few who survived with life-saving means, the rest of them died, but somehow, a girl with a hammer appeared out of nowhere, picked up Wu Liang's body, and said that she would take it back to the sect to do business.

Those two flowers are on Wu Liang, how could several major sect families let her take Wu Liang away, so don't they all chase that girl. ”

"That's right, this girl is also a master of art, and she is a cultivator at the peak of condensation, she is not worse than Wu Liang's evil star, so many relatives have not been able to detain her. Another monk chimed in.

"But I look at the suspense, I heard that the blood blue predecessors of the Blood Demon Sect, the four seniors of the sequence of the Ten Thousand Ancient Sword Sect, also left, they are all great cultivators of the Huadan Realm, and now that girl is afraid that she will not be able to escape. ”

Under the gossip of several people, Liu Xunxiang can be regarded as understanding the ins and outs of the past few days.

"What's going on with the Fog Hidden Sect?" Liu Xunxiang asked after drinking a bowl of wine.

"Fog Hidden Sect, this is not when the basin exploded, I sent people out, and I wanted to secretly pick up the evil star Wu Liang, but it was discovered by the people of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, and then the blood green of the Blood Evil Sect united with the Niu Ma brothers of the ghost path to lead people to intercept it, and I heard that it was also a heavy casualty.

Zhao Ziying and Hui Zhen, the descendants of the Fog Hidden Sect, were furious, and directly gave up the entire occupied area, and led all the disciples of the Fog Hidden Sect to come out to meet that Xiaoxiao and Wu Liang. ”

Liu Xunxiang squinted her eyes, shook the wine in the bowl, and said, "Last question, where did the girl you said escape?"

"The poisonous fog swamp, out of this chaotic stone forest, all the way south, through the mass grave. A monk sitting across from Liu Xunxiang replied.

Liu Xunxiang nodded, thanked him, put the wine bowl on the table, got up and left the tea shed.

Several people looked at the back of him leaving, and one of them suddenly frowned and muttered, "Do you think this person is a little familiar just now?" ”

The other three thought about it, and their faces suddenly changed greatly.

At that time, after Wu Liang seized the Liangsheng Flower, his portrait was circulated throughout Wanzang Mountain, and these people naturally saw it.

Boom~

Before a few people could speak, the wine bowl on the empty seat exploded with a bang, and the wine in the bowl spilled on the table, so frightened that the four of them were startled, looked at each other, and did not dare to say more.

Liu Xunxiang galloped all the way, and the words of the monks made him a little puzzled, he was obviously here, and who was the person that the girl was carrying, since these monks believed that the person the girl brought was herself, it must have been made up by the girl herself, but why did she do this.

At present, there are Huizhen Zhao Ziying and others in the Fog Hidden Sect, and the Hua Dan Realm of other sects is gathered in the mass grave, so the Fog Hidden Sect should not have much of a problem for the time being.

Everything at the moment is focused on that girl, and as long as you find her, you will know the whereabouts of the two flowers.

After making up her mind, Liu Xunxiang turned around in the air and flew south.

After being promoted to the Huadan realm, Liu Xunxiang flew significantly faster, and the aura in his body was more flexible and free, and in just three days, he rushed to the periphery of the mass grave.

Looking at the tombstones and poisonous insects everywhere in front of her, Liu Xunxiang frowned and stepped in.

The mass grave went deeper, and there was the poisonous fog swamp, and at the junction of the mass grave and the poisonous fog swamp, a fat monk with a round body was holding a half-truncated sword, panting and looking at the dozen or so monks around him.

"Just because you gang of miscellaneous pieces are also worthy of robbing my Ninth Uncle's things, when he wakes up, he will have to pick your skin!" said the mellow monk viciously.

This mellow monk looked very embarrassed at the moment, the original clean and luxurious clothes on his body were already in tatters, and his face was full of blood stains and scars, but the fierceness in his eyes was not reduced at all.

"Du Wenwen, I advise you to worry about yourself, look at your current appearance, where is there still a super sect disciple should look like, the whole thing is a lost dog. A sharp-mouthed monk said disdainfully.

"Your Ninth Senior Uncle is now half-dead, let's send you down first, and then let Wu Liang's waste come down to accompany you later. ”

"Lao Tzu has lived for so long, and it is the first time that he has forced a disciple of a super sect to be like this, hahaha, on weekdays, you sect disciples are all above the top and look down on us disciples of small sects, have you ever thought that one day you will be forced to be like this by the little monk in your mouth?"

Looking at the faces of these monks, the fierce light in Du Wenwen's eyes became heavier.

In the woods, he dragged the Chang brothers alone, but after all, the Chang brothers were the personal disciples of the Jixia Ghost Dao, and it was enough to deal with one alone, let alone two.

He had no choice but to withdraw, and the Chang brothers coveted the two flowers, so they didn't chase him, which allowed him to pick up a life.

Later, he heard that Peony fled here with Wu Liang on his back, and he was worried, so he followed alone, but there were too many monks here, and there was no good place to hide, and he was discovered by the searching monks.

Relying on the elixir and the Yuan Explosion Fu, he fought all the way here, but there were too many monks here, and after taking turns, he didn't have much strength to fight again, so these monks surrounded him.

In Du Wenwen's heart, it doesn't matter if he dies, but peony can't die.

With his left hand, he inadvertently held the storage ring, which contained the elixir of the Fog Hidden Sect, which he prepared for the peony, with these pills, the peony would definitely be able to support the arrival of reinforcements from the Fog Hidden Sect.

He believed that Hui Zhen and the others must be on their way here at this moment.

"Phew, a group of scum, which sect to go to rely on talent and their own efforts, which sect did not rise from a small sect, they are not willing to pay, just thinking that they can achieve great power without work, why don't you want to eat fart, and now you are still telling me this in such a high-sounding manner, it is really shameless, no wonder you can only stay in the condensation vein in this life, and you have no chance to turn into a pill. Du Wenwen spat bloody phlegm and said mockingly.

"Dead fatty, you're fucking looking for death!" scolded a monk with a scar on his face.

"Okay, don't talk to him, let's go together, kill him, let's go in quickly, it's too late and we don't even have soup to drink." An old man said.

More than a dozen monks nodded, Du Wenwen gasped for breath, and said with a smile: "Come on, disciple of Lao Tzu's dignified Fog Hidden Sect, I'm afraid you won't make it!"

For a while, there were explosions everywhere in this place, and one after another the divine passage method splashed the juice of the poisonous insects on the ground.

The super sect naturally has the heritage of the super sect, although Du Wenwen is a disciple of the outer sect, but his own cultivation has been fully promoted to the inner gate, but he has always felt that the inner door is not as comfortable as the outer gate, so he is reluctant to enter the inner gate.

After a magical battle, more than a dozen monks were killed by him, and three were seriously injured.

But he was no better, for he was now half-kneeling, half-amputated with his sword on the ground, and a line of blood falling from his mouth to the ground.

"Du Wenwen, if you kneel down for us now, kowtow a few times, and beg for mercy, maybe we will spare your life as soon as we are in a good mood, how about it?" said Brother Scar grinning.

Finally caught a monk from the Fog Hidden Sect, wouldn't it be cheaper to kill him like this.

Du Wenwen raised his head strongly, showed a mouthful of red teeth, and said with a smile: "Kneel down to you, hehe, Sun thief, are you worthy!"

"Damn, I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

Monk Scar spat on his hand, rubbed it, held the ghost head knife in his hand, walked to Du Wenwen and bowed down, grabbed Du Wenwen's hair, raised his head, and said: "Then you can't complain about Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will also kick your Ninth Uncle's head all the way over, so that you can see him even if you die." ”

"Bastard, you brute, dare to insult my Ninth Senior Uncle, the Fog Hidden Sect will not let you go!" Du Wenwen's eyes were bloodshot, and the rich blood was about to overflow from his eye sockets.

"The people of the Fog Hidden Sect are all dead, who knows who did this. An old man snorted coldly and said.

"Who told you that the monks of the Fog Hidden Sect are all dead?" a cold voice sounded out of thin air.

The twelve monks were startled and hurriedly looked around.

Du Wenwen's body shook suddenly, this voice was too familiar to him...

In the Fog Hidden Sect, where is that sentence I believe in you, and where is the disciple of the Fog Hidden Sect before leaving...... and so on, all of which deeply imprinted this voice in Du Wenwen's mind.

"Nine... Ninth Uncle...."A bright light lit up in Du Wenwen's eyes, and two lines of clear water stayed along his eyes.

This is the ninth master uncle of his Fog Hidden Sect, the only personal disciple of Southern Heaven, he is not dead!

He's awake!

"Who? pretend to be a ghost and give Lao Tzu out. The scarred man yelled around.

However, in the next breath, he saw that the companions behind him were all looking at him with a frightened expression, and before he could react, these companions in his eyes suddenly fell to the ground in unison.

What's going on....

Until the Scar Monk died, he didn't understand what was happening.

The head of the Scar Monk fell at the feet of a young man, who didn't even look at it, still looked at the twelve monks in front of him with indifferent eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Who just said that the disciples of the Fog Hidden Sect are dead?"

"Yo, where did the little friar come from, talking so wildly?"

A female monk beside the old man who spoke before said dissatisfiedly.

This female monk has a bewitching face, her eyes are charming, and she is wearing a narrow waist skirt that outlines her body with a concave and convex appearance, and when she sees the appearance of this young man, she immediately becomes interested.

This young man is Liu Xunxiang who came here, and he is also the pro-descendant of the Southern Heaven of the Fog Hidden Sect, Wu Liang!

Liu Xunxiang didn't bother to look at this bewitching female monk, and when she stepped out, a gray prohibition instantly appeared from the soles of her feet, and then skyrocketed at an extremely fast speed, enveloping all the monks present in the blink of an eye.

didn't see Liu Xunxiang make any moves, the gray ban spontaneously started to operate, and above the ban, except for Du Wenwen, the faces of the others quickly withered.

For these people, Liu Xunxiang didn't bother to waste words with them at all.

"What's going on?"

"What kind of forbidden !! is this?"

"He... He, he... It's Wu ......"

Before the monks could finish speaking, their entire heads were sunken and skinny.

At the same time, one after another vitality began to transfer to Du Wenwen through the gray prohibition on the ground, and the injuries on Du Wenwen's body began to heal rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few breaths, all the thirteen monks in the field fell to the ground and became dry skeletons, without breath.