"Who?"

Liu Fatzi was in a hurry and immediately chased after him.

At the same time, a monk swept over and appeared where Liu Fatzi had just stood.

Dressed in a black robe, with sword eyes and starry eyebrows.

Cheng Zhaozhao was surprised: "Senior Brother Mu, it's you." ”

When Mu Shengxun saw her, there was a trace of surprise in his eyes, but he didn't say a word and chased forward in the direction where Liu Fatzi left.

Cheng Zhaozhao followed.

It seems that Mu Shengxun is chasing the black shadow in front of him.

......

Whew!

A gust of wind blew by, dispelling the fog in front of them, and making it possible to see the road below, the blue-gray stone road, stretching all the way forward.

Chang Le and the disciples of the Cangjian Sect had long since dispersed, and at this time she was holding the last Wind Spirit Rune, looking nervous.

If she used up this wind spirit rune again, she would only be able to use her aura to dispel the fog here.

Counting the Qi Nourishing Pill and Qi Replenishing Pill in the storage bag, I don't know if it can support her to leave this place.

"Hey, what's that?"

Chang Le stepped forward quickly and found a jade slip on the ground.

"Won't it?"

Chang Le Yixi, this is the baby? Shouldn't it be an exercise inside?

It's just that Chang Le slapped his forehead, and after a quick browsing, he was disappointed.

What is inscribed here is nothing more than a directory of about fifty names from top to bottom.

Cangjian faction, Mu Shengxun.

Cangjian faction, Xie Yunmo.

Cangjian faction, Gu Qining.

Cangjian faction, Jiang Chumiao

......

Qihu Gate, Bu Chongyao

Qihumen, Zhou is too usual

......

Bauhinia Gate, Wu Tong.

Bauhinia Gate, monsoon

......

The wind is singing in the door, and the peace is in mind.

Fengyinmen, Song Huaizhu

......

and some names of loose practices.

"Who dropped this?

Chang Le suddenly felt cold all over, and when she raised her eyes, a cloud of black gas appeared in front of her.

She looked up slowly, her gaze narrowing suddenly.

A scream came from the mist.

Seeing this female cultivator fall to the ground, the monk hidden in the demonic aura turned his head, looked at one place, and said coldly: "Why are you blocking?"

A gray-clothed monk with a hat said, "I said, don't hurt the Cangjian Sect disciples in front of me. ”

"Hahaha, you have become such a ghost, and you are still thinking about the Cangjian Sect, you are really stupid. ”

The Xuanyi monk looked up, and a face under the hat was pale and weird, and his neck was full of green tendons.

He said with a faint expression: "This has nothing to do with you. You just need to know the purpose of your trip. ”

The monk who was hidden in the demonic aura rolled his eyes, hid his anger, and said, "Bauhinia Gate, Wu Tong." Wind Singing Gate, Nian An'an...... Ten people have been killed on this list, and it's up to you next. ”

"I'm leaving. ”

"What are you talking about?" the monk glared.

"You've been killing so much that you've already taken a scare at the snake. These sect disciples are not straw bales, how can they be slaughtered by you at will?" said the gray-clothed monk.

The monk hidden in the demonic aura attacked immediately, and the gray-clothed monk blocked it with a backhand.

The demonic energy is raging, and the roar is like the wind.

The silhouette of the two was just a touch away, and some flesh splattered to the ground.

The Grey Friar said, "There will be a next time, and it will be more than that. ”

The demonic qi dissipated, revealing a thin monk with a sallow face, he spurted out a mouthful of black blood, and looked at the gray-clothed monk with disbelief: "You, you can't be?"

It is impossible to advance again during such a period of time, it is clear that their cultivation is comparable, and besides, this is a small secret realm, and their cultivation is suppressed under the foundation.

The gray-clothed monk said lightly: "You should know what to do next. ”

The monk gathered his demonic energy again, gave him a hateful look, and quickly left.

The gray-clothed monk glanced sideways at the place where Chang Le was, and cast a spell on the spot, and a protective array enveloped Chang Le in it.

The dead qi around him slowly gathered, but he was blocked from the protective array and could not enter again.

......

Cheng Zhaozhao chased Mu Shengxun to a stone bridge.

I saw that on the stone bridge, Liu Fatzi and Qianli were fighting with a monster wrapped in demonic energy.

The two also went on the stone bridge.

Cheng Zhaozhao said: "Senior Brother Mu, why did this monster run away when he saw you?"

These monsters who have been cut off and controlled by demonic qi are not like lords who bully the weak and fear the hard, how can they run away when they see the monk, and they are so flustered that they don't even glance at Cheng Zhaozhao and Liu Fatzi on the way.

Mu Sheng stepped forward with an arrow step, and with a sword, the monster fell to the ground in an instant.

Liu Fatzi and Qianli stopped in place, dumbfounded.

Cheng Zhaozhao is even more tongue-in-cheek, is it really bullying the soft and afraid of the hard?

The demonic energy dissipated, and sure enough, it was still a headless corpse.

Seeing this familiar robe, Liu Fatzi shook his head and sighed.

"It's Qihumen again, is there any mistake, their Qihumen is really unfavorable this time. ”

Yes, counting the previous batch, no less than ten people in Qihumen have become like this ghost when they enter the secret realm this time.

Qihumen is just a small sect of immortals in Dongling, maybe this time it will be a big loss of vitality.

Mu Shengxun withdrew his spirit sword and glanced at the two of them: "You are not afraid of death?"

Cheng Zhaozhao and Liu Fatzi glanced at each other.

Liu Fatzi immediately said: "Ouch, this fellow Daoist, who can still have something to save his life these days, but it's just a little dead air, where can I, Liu Fat, be afraid?"

Saying that, Liu Fatzi suddenly rolled his eyes, took out a sachet containing wood chips of life and death from the storage bag, and said: "Fellow Daoist, you and I also met by fate, otherwise I will sell you this good thing." As long as you have 10,000 spirit stones, you won't be disturbed by these dead qi, and you can-"

"Not necessarily!"

Mu Shengxun continued to move forward.

Liu Fatzi's next words choked and looked at Cheng Zhaozhao: "I've never seen such rudeness, from your sect?"

"Mu Shengxun. Cheng Zhaozhao nodded.

"Mu ...... Mu Shengxun!"

Liu Fatzi's eyes widened suddenly, and then he chased after him: "Hey, seekers, I have admired the name for a long time." I don't want spirit stones, I'll send you to you!"

After a while, Liu Fatzi walked back dejectedly, and the sachet in his hand was already wrinkled.

Cheng Zhaozhao couldn't help laughing, and said seriously: "Liu Fat, it's the first time I've seen you like this." You...... Will it be the same as Shen Jiao of Mu Shengmen, and it will be interesting to Mu Shengxun, right?"

Liu Fatzi coughed suddenly: "You, what nonsense are you talking about?"

I was so shocked by these words that my whole body trembled.

Cheng Zhaozhao said: "Then why are you looking like this, if you want to see him in the future, there is a chance, when you come out of the secret realm, you come to us." ”

Liu Fatzi shook his head, looking very distressed, and said: "I can't hide it, the fortune teller said that I will have a battle with him in my life, either he dies or I die." This will be the catastrophe of my life. ”

"Hexagram telling?" Cheng Zhaozhao looked at Liu Fatzi suspiciously.

Fat Liu nodded.

Cheng Zhaozhao didn't want to argue with Liu Fatzi about whether to believe in this hexagram, but just asked: "Then it's too late for you to hide from him, why are you still going up?"