The bright moon hangs high, and a bright moon is in the sky, illuminating the earth.

On this night, in the town at the foot of the Qitian Mountains, two strange people came.

One of them was short, thin, and gloomy, with his eyes open and closed.

Next to him was an old man with a wrinkled face.

This old man looks quite old, and he has an extremely ethereal temperament, which emanates from him, and he looks like a fairy wind and bones. At this time, he stood outside the town, holding a compass that was only a little broken and worn, and his fingers kept pinching.

"Zhang Daoyou, how is it, can you know him?" The thin old man said with a gloomy face, his voice full of coldness, and cruelty.

The monk surnamed Zhang frowned and said, "Song Xuan, the world is vast, you don't know anything about him, you only know that there is a trace of bloodline curse, how can you let me go to him?"

"Zhang Daoyou, my Song Xuan's heirs are withering, and the descendants finally have a grandson with good cultivation talents, and he is even more pampered, and he has high hopes for him, but now he has been killed inexplicably, this breath, the old man really can't swallow it. I, Song Xuan, like a tour guide, promised, as long as you help me find him, what do you ask for in the future, as long as I can do it, you can just ask. The thin monk who was called Song Xuan by the monk surnamed Zhang bowed solemnly to the monk surnamed Zhang and promised.

"You've said that, I'll do my best. However, there is a sentence that I don't know whether to say or not, the practice of cultivating the truth is unpredictable, and now that your grandson has died in a peer fight, it stands to reason that we, as elders, should not interfere, especially not to find a junior for him to take revenge, so this approach is inevitably a bit of a big bully ......" The monk surnamed Zhang pondered for a moment, sighed, and said slowly.

Song Xuan didn't pay attention to the words when he heard this, but his eyes were even more cold, he smiled coldly, and a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes. Obviously, he didn't take the words of the monk surnamed Zhang to heart at all. He sneered in his heart, the grandsons who could inherit his mantle were all dead, and he didn't care if he was justified or not, whoever killed someone would have to die!

"Chen'er, don't worry, grandpa will definitely avenge you!" Song Xuan said secretly in his heart, and even more sorrow came from it. Song Wuchen is talented and intelligent, with excellent cultivation qualifications, he has already reached the late stage of condensation cultivation at a young age, and he is the best descendant of his Song family, it originally didn't take long to break through the foundation and catch up with his cultivation, but he didn't expect to be killed like this. In Song Xuan's heart, anger rose, and the killing intent was monstrous.

After Song Wuchen's death, the life left in the ancestral hall of the Song family was shattered, the Song family was shocked, and Song Xuan was even more angry, he directly found the monk surnamed Zhang, and found Qi Tianshan all the way. It really took a lot of effort and consumed a lot of cultivation resources, and it was too ridiculous to let him give up revenge at this time.

Song Xuan's face was gloomy and extremely cold, staring at the monk surnamed Zhang, silent.

Seeing this, the monk surnamed Zhang shook his head with a wry smile, knowing that Song Xuan would not give up his thoughts, and he regretted that he had agreed to help him find someone.

In silence, he held the compass in his left hand, pinched the trick with his right hand to cast a spell, and gently placed it in the center of the compass, the needle of the compass turned rapidly, really looking for direction, but after a long time, the pointer did not stop, and the pointing was always drifting and swinging. It wasn't until the spiritual power was exhausted that the pointer stopped.

The monk surnamed Zhang frowned, knowing that this was due to the lack of information about the object being searched. He turned his head to look at Song Xuan and said, "I need a drop of your blood!"

Song Xuan nodded, not doubting him, biting his finger, squeezing out a drop of blood, holding it with aura, floating in front of the monk surnamed Zhang.

The monk surnamed Zhang also bit his fingers, pinched his fingers, and quickly drew a few runes on the compass, and the compass suddenly emitted a faint light, as if it had been activated, and the surface of the compass was full of brilliance, with layers of light rippling.

Immediately after, he pointed into a sword and pointed sharply at the drop of Song Xuan's blood in front of him, pulling it to the center of the pointer in the center of the compass.

A faint red glow appeared, and the compass pointer moved instantly, pointing to a mountain in the Qitian Mountains.

Song Xuan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, he glanced at the compass, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the monk surnamed Zhang.

"It's in that big mountain!" the monk surnamed Zhang put away the compass with a wry smile, his face was full of hesitation, and only after a long time sighed lightly, he pointed to a big mountain in the distance and said. After a pause, he said, "This is your private matter, and I won't go." ”

The monk surnamed Zhang always felt that something was wrong, and he felt a sense of fright, and his heart was throbbing. I'm afraid that this calculation is a little unknown, and I am afraid that there will be disaster, and he is shocked to guess.

Song Xuan nodded, bowed his hand to the monk surnamed Zhang, and walked straight to the mountain.

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In the mountains and forests, Lin Xiuwen suddenly felt comfortable, as if someone was secretly peeping at him. This feeling made him very comfortable, as if everything about himself was known.

He inexplicably felt a burst of irritability and anxiety. His palpitations made him very uneasy.

Worried about encountering danger, Lin Xiuwen once again integrated into the mountains and forests, constantly shuttling. I don't know how far I shuttled, anyway, I was far away from the previous place, and the feeling of being watched was no longer there. However, I don't know why, Lin Xiuwen still feels very uneasy in his heart.

I wonder if there is some danger looming over me.

In the starry night, the flames jump on the cliffs.

The smell is tangy, and drips of fat fall from the poultry meat, making a sizzling sound.

This is just the meat of an ordinary mountain fowl, although he doesn't know where the sense of crisis comes from, in order to prevent trouble, he tries not to make a big fuss. Even the light of the fire was obscured by the stones he had found.

He just caught an ordinary mountain fowl, but this mountain fowl has also undergone abnormal changes, and has quite a high level of intelligence, although the size has not changed much, but the strength has become much stronger.

He felt that this mountain fowl already had the strength to condense about one layer of qi. This made Lin Xiuwen surprised inexplicably, even an ordinary mountain fowl had the strength of the first layer of the condensation period, and the heaven and earth were becoming more and more weird.

Although powerful, to Lin Xiuwen, he was just a weak and pitiful meat poultry. At this moment, he was roasted by the fire, golden yellow, shiny with oil, and full of the smell of meat.

"Not bad. Lin Xiuwen took a bite, it was crispy and refreshing, and the meat was delicious. He nodded, although it was not very powerful demon beast meat, it tasted really good.

After eating, he cleaned up and began to practice.

He sat cross-legged, his head up to the bright moon, and he was running the Tuna method that the Horse Immortal King had taught him. His heart was calm, and there was that strange way to breathe, a mist going in and out of his mouth and nose, swallowing the heavenly and earth essence that condensed in the moonlight.

The moonlight was as pure as water, very soft, pouring over his body, getting richer and brighter, forming a cloud of white hazy light and shadow, extremely holy.

At the same time, above the night sky, the stars were sprinkled and scattered, which also fell on his body and blended into it.

Lin Xiuwen didn't move at all, he was wrapped in the essence of heaven and earth, the light and shadow were mottled, and his body was hazy.

Suddenly, Lin Xiuwen opened his eyes violently, stopped practicing, got up quickly, his body tensed, and looked at the sky, as if he was facing a great enemy.

The sound of the forest passing through the forest was slight, whirring, and some creature was approaching him quickly, and the speed was extremely fast, so that Lin Xiuwen did not dare to act rashly.

When he got closer, Lin Xiuwen saw a little more clearly, and among the mountains and forests, a figure passed by, as if someone was crossing the mountains and forests, and came quickly in the direction where Lin Xiuwen was.

Lin Xiuwen was surprised, this person was extremely fast, far surpassing himself on the ninth layer of the foundation.

In a moment, this figure jumped into the ground and landed in front of Lin Xiuwen, his eyes staring at him deadly, and he even locked him with his breath.

Lin Xiuwen saw the other party clearly, and his pupils shrank suddenly. This is an old man, dressed in a black robe, slightly short, with an old face described as withered, full of viciousness, and a pair of eyes staring at him, revealing endless monstrous murderous intentions.

Foundation building period, a foundation building period with murderous intent to oneself! Lin Xiuwen was horrified.

Before, he had always thought that there might not be a foundation building monk in Yongzhou at present, but at this moment, he saw the foundation building monk for the first time in his life, but he did not have half of the excitement and joy in his heart.

The old man in the black robe described it as withered, like dead wood. Standing in the mountains, his body was motionless, his eyes were focused, the cold light was faint, the forest was cold, and there were bursts of murderous intent flashing.

Although he looked like his qi and blood had begun to decay, Lin Xiuwen didn't feel relaxed at all, his whole body was tense and guarded, he felt that this withered-looking old man was extremely dangerous, far stronger than all the opponents he had seen before.

What's more, the other party looked at himself with murderous intent in his eyes!