The soul is the foundation of the reincarnation of all things, and if the soul is injured, the body will die!

After the assassin's surgery, he suddenly felt unspeakable pain all over his body, and even began to have difficulty breathing.

But Assassins are not idle people, and they are more than ordinary people are alert to the dangers that exist in battle!

The moment the soul thunder in his body was in his body, he subconsciously ran backwards!

Although he was seriously injured, he was not killed on the spot. One staggered, not waiting to stabilize his figure, and hurriedly made the escape technique fight the last strength to fly through the hut and escape. He had set up the barrier, and now that he was wounded, he couldn't keep it alive. So there's no block. He fled with the remnants of his mind!

The left shoulder pad was stabbed, the pain was unbearable, and he didn't know if there was a second assassin besides this person, so it was difficult to chase him. I secretly thought that the guy was hit by the soul power thunder, and he was crippled if he didn't die. Let him go.

Use the last of your strength to spur the bow finger thunder archery. White twisted thunder and lightning frantically wound around the courtyard walls. The shrill sound of lightning and thunder, combined with the sound of the earth wall collapsing, was especially loud in this silent night!

There is no barrier, and the sound of thunderbolts echoes through the mountains.

After doing all this, Zuo Hu quietly lay on the ground and waited for someone to come.

Soon, two figures flew into the hazy moonlit sky. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had fallen into the dilapidated courtyard of the left guard.

"Why are you so noisy in the middle of the night?"

Zuo Hu looked up when he heard this, and it was a lean man with thick eyebrows and a cold nose. A pair of black hooks on his waist.

Zuo Hu joked with a bitter face and said, "I'm really sorry, I came to my house in the middle of the night as a guest, but I didn't have anything to entertain you..."

"Hao Dashun, are you okay, why are you making a mess here? Also, what are you doing lying on the ground?"

In the moonlight, at a glance, it turned out to be a yellow-haired female cultivator Hua Lan. As she spoke, she crouched down and looked, "Hurt, what's going on?!"

Hua Lan reached over to her left shoulder guard to check the damage, but frowned.

Seeing her expression, Zuo Hu deliberately teased, and was busy with a worried face, "Sister Hua Lan, I won't die..."

Hua Lan glared at him, and said angrily, "It's no longer saved!"

Ignoring the sad face of Zuo Hu, he turned back to the lean man and said, "Come and see his injuries." ”

The man approached, did not squat down to take a closer look, but seemed to have seen something, and whispered in a deep voice, "It's a fatal claw injury!"

When Zuo Hu heard this, he said in his heart, it turned out that the two of them had seen the identity of the assassin.

Instead of killing someone, they left traces of their hands, which was the last thing an Assassin wanted to make.

However, because Zuo Hu's strength was beyond the Assassin's expectations, he was wounded and fled, leaving such a horse's feet.

Zuo Hu was thinking about how to deal with the interrogation of the two of them, but he unexpectedly raised his eyes and bumped into Hua Lan's strange gaze.

Zuo Hu was shocked, knowing that this woman could use illusions, should she use this trick to force out the situation at that time? In this way, his secret would be exposed! So he hurriedly avoided his gaze and did not look at the runes on Hua Lan's eyes and face.

"Does your wound hurt and can you still walk?"

Hua Lan was not in a hurry to interrogate, but was concerned about her injuries, which was unexpected by Zuo Hu.

"Uh.... It's fine...."

But then it occurred to me that I should pretend to be seriously injured. Although most of his injuries had been healed under the nourishment of the soul clothes, after thinking about it at this time, he felt that it was inappropriate. So he stopped healing. If it is found that the injury heals so quickly, it is easy to arouse suspicion.

So Zuo Hu deliberately tried to stand up, and then pretended to be in pain and shouted, "Oops~ No, no, no, I can't go, Sister Hua Lan, can you hold me?"

Looking at Zuo Hu's appearance, Hua Lan's bright and quiet eyes looked him up and down for a while, and said, "Your wound is on the shoulder, and if you rub it, it will pull the wound, so let Brother Du carry you." ”

"Brother Du...?"

Zuo Hu saw the thin man behind Hua Lan, with a gloomy face, strange to shoot, but at this time, he felt that the indifferent Hua Lan was much gentler.

But there was no way, and it was not easy to refuse, so I could only smile bitterly and say, "Thank you, Brother Du." ”

The lean man surnamed Du pulled an ugly smile and said gloomily, "You're welcome!"

Then point to the left guard with your hand, and the left guard will feel a gust of wind lift himself up. The man turned around, and Zuo Hu involuntarily approached and lay on his back.

"What a mastery!"

Zuo Hu patted him on the back at the right time.

In fact, a spell like this can be easily shaken off as long as Zuo Hu thinks about it.

Hua Lan walked to her side and said in a low voice, "It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time, let's go see the deputy envoy quickly!"

The three of them said no more and quickly flew into the night sky.

..........

Simon's mansion is in the backwater mountain three hundred miles away from here.

As the deputy envoy of Lang Keting, he was a noble person, qualified to occupy an area and set up his own portal, could open up a territory of five hundred miles, and had a large number of dependents, disciples, subordinates, and slaves and slaves.

This backwater hill is where Simon's mansion is located.

In the darkness of the night, Simon's mansion slept like a giant monster.

Hua Lan and the three of them walked through the woods covered with fairy grass and spirit trees, and finally came to Simon's mansion.

The huge palace courtyard was shrouded in a thick layer of fairy mist. The sound of water could be faintly heard, adding a bit of tranquility to this solemn mansion. Zuo Hu knew that the sound of the water came from a waterfall formed by the undercurrent of a spiritual spring on the cliff of this backwater mountain.

It is often said that the water flows downward, but the spring goes straight to the top of the mountain, and then slopes down from the gap in the cliff at the top of the mountain.

The spring water has aura, and a large amount of aura floats in the air, forming this place of cultivation, the backwater mountain.

After Simon became his lieutenant, he chose this place and built a mansion on the top of the mountain.

Outside the high gate and wide courtyard. A mysterious formation enchantment was arranged, and at the six formation eyes of the enchantment, each stood a Yaksha guard to keep watch for the night.

Zuo Hu went to the gate of the mansion with Hua Lan under the man's back, and was stopped by a Yaksha guard.

"Hua Lan, Du Zheng, it doesn't seem to be your turn to be on duty yet, do you want to change shifts?"

Hua Lan chuckled, "It's beautiful, I'm not addicted to this chore." Then he restrained his smile, looked at Zuo Hu with his eyes, and said, "Hao Dashun has been plotted by someone! This matter is not simple, and it needs to be made clear to the deputy envoy in time." ”

The Yaksha guard had already noticed the left guard on Du Zheng's back, "Well, it's the new kid!

Zuo Hu knew that in the Ghost Hill Country, it was normal for him to learn from each other. Under the guise of studying and cultivating, it is also common to take revenge for personal gain.

Du Zheng said, "It seems that an outsider did it, and his identity is sensitive!

When the Yaksha guard heard this, he seemed to sense the seriousness of the situation and stopped laughing. He said, "Well... The deputy envoy is resting, let me pass through the servants!"

After saying that, he turned around and entered the mansion gate.

After about a cup of tea, the sky began to lighten.

At this time, you can see the cyan glass on the wall of the mansion, and the golden animal pattern on the red gate.

The left guard saw that there were five yaksha guards on duty sitting in different positions in the mansion's formation.

Maybe there were guards somewhere else, but he couldn't see it. The one who just went in must be the Yaksha guard who guarded the direction of the gate, and at the same time worked part-time to spread the news.

Thinking that this embassy was so heavily guarded, it was difficult for ordinary monks to see Simon. If someone else is in a hurry to find a deputy envoy, this gatekeeper takes the opportunity to ask for a bribe, it must be a fat difference, Zuo Hu thought secretly, and couldn't help but feel funny. Although this immortal cultivation realm cultivates immortals, it is no different from mortals in doing things. It is always inseparable from the word secular.

Finally, the door opened.

The Yaksha guard came out and invited Hua Lan and the three of them into the mansion, and with a wave of his hand, a gap opened in the barrier leading to the door, and Hua Lan and Du Zheng, who was carrying the left guard, walked into the mansion along the gap.

At this time, the sky was already bright, but the lights in the house were not extinguished. Under the skylight, the water pavilion promenade and the Huating pond are all shrouded in the morning mist.

In the courtyard, every other way, a maidservant stands.

When she saw someone coming, a maidservant came forward to make a move.

"Three adults, please come with the slave maid. ”

The left guard saw that the maid was quite beautiful, but there was a faint red ornament on her forehead.

That's actually a slave seal.

In the country of Oniqiu, monks of transcendent status can obtain such nuns as handmaidens by various means.

The identities of the handmaidens varied, but most of them were the children of a losing family or a captive of an enemy country.

The Slave Seal on the forehead is a spell cast by its owner that controls life and death.

They are very similar to the immortal prisoners of Tailuo.