The moon shadow is misty, and the depths of the Warcraft Forest are out of nowhere.

A black shadow holding a dagger flashed past the side of a sixth-order high-level demonic beast Howling Moon Heavenly Wolf that had just stopped, and at the moment when its head was just raised, a blood fountain from under its throat spurted out rapidly, whimpering and wailing between its lips and teeth, and it fell weakly into a pool of blood after just a few steps.

The strength of the sixth-order high-level demon wolf was compared to the half-step Sword Emperor of the human cultivators, but in the hands of this black shadow, he couldn't make a move, and he was killed with a single blow before he even had time to react.

Hunters who are good at hunting, as long as they grasp the fleeting opportunity, are the easiest to give their opponents a sword to seal their throats.

The black shadow returned quickly, and the sharp dagger pierced into the chest and abdomen of the Howling Moon Celestial Wolf again, and the palm of his hand slapped fiercely on its ironclad head, and the clicking sound followed by a violent sound, and the fierce soul light was sucked into the palm of his hand.

Even if a sixth-order high-level demonic beast is deeply damaged, it may also launch a deadly counterattack before it is on the verge of death, and any error black shadow can be said to be controlled to the extreme, because if it is injured, once it is besieged by other demonic beasts, his fate will be the next Howling Moon Heavenly Wolf.

The dagger quickly pierced its skull, and a demon core that exuded rich Xuan Qi fluctuations disappeared into the black shadow's hand, without the slightest stop, and quickly disappeared into the dark night sky.

The sixth-order high-level demonic beasts that died under the black shadow dagger have reached twenty-five, and he doesn't bother to deal with the sixth-order intermediate demonic beasts at all, unless they don't want to take him as their prey, these dead demonic beasts have two things in common, that is, their magic cores and souls have disappeared.

Less than five breaths after the black shadow left, three figures quickly approached from the darkness, and finally stopped next to the corpse of the Howling Moon Celestial Wolf.

The first person squatted down, frowned, and asked the two companions beside him: "What a neat technique, we followed closely along the way, and we couldn't even detect his traces, can we see who he is?"

Through the mottled stars and moon, I could vaguely see that the leader set his eyes on a middle-aged man with a slightly thin body, examined it for a moment, and said in a low voice: "The throat and heart are fatal wounds, which should be caused by a sharp dagger, and the skull is full of cracks, in order to take away the magic core of the Howling Moon Wolf." The attack was ruthless, and the blow was fatal, and it could be concluded from the residual Xuan Qi fluctuations that his strength was at least a half-step Sword Emperor, and it was possible that he had reached the primary level of the Sword Emperor. ”

"As for who it is, I can't see any clues from its scars, the Howling Moon Wolf is ferocious by nature, and its vigilance is very high, a little breath may make it detect, this person is very clever in concealment, combined with these points, I have a bold speculation. ”

The slightly emaciated middle-aged man slowly stood up, looked at the two companions and said, "This person is very likely to be an assassin? My advice is not to investigate his traces again, the corpse of the Howling Moon Wolf is most likely giving us a warning!"

"Third brother, are you too careful," the third person under the darkness said in a hoarse voice, and said sarcastically: "Either of you and I can easily kill the sixth-order high-level demonic beast Xiaoyue Heavenly Wolf, there are definitely good things on him, the three of us..."

The first person stretched out his hand to interrupt his words, and after a little silence: "The third child's intuition has never been wrong, we have been able to come and go freely in the depths of the Warcraft Forest in the past few years, relying not only on strength, but also on the prediction of danger. ”

The cold light of his palm flickered, and the eyes of the Howling Moon Sky Wolf were taken in the palm of his hand, and he glanced at it in one direction with a complicated expression, and without staying too long, the three of them disappeared far away in the opposite direction.

Seven breaths later, ten zhang away, next to the trunk of a towering tree, the previous black shadow slowly appeared, the cold dagger in the palm of his hand, and the dark eyes under the eyes, just like the murderer who chose people to devour, the innate conditions given by Qiankun Fu made him perfectly integrated with the whole tree.

This person is Sikong Haoran, who got rid of the entanglement of Qingqiu and Wutong, the corners of his mouth smiled slightly, and his figure disappeared into the darkness for a moment.

On the fifth floor of the Sword Pavilion of the Sword Sect, he inadvertently found the soul jade that condensed the soul clone, according to the above statement, the grandfather's soul clone could only be regarded as medium, and if the soul clone wanted to reach the upper level, he had to temper a body that could accommodate the soul clone.

It is mentioned in the soul jade that the tempered physical body can be independent of the deity and can be integrated into the deity, and their cultivation is improved simultaneously, which is great news for Sikong Haoran, and it is urgent to find materials.

The physical body requires five special materials: "Mixed Yuan Xuanjing, Kurong Zhenyan, Soul Infant Demon Saliva, Thousand Illusions Jialan, and Mokun Soul Marrow." ”

The mixed yuan Xuanjing tempers the body and bones, the dry glory Zhenyan shapes the meridians, the soul infant and the demon saliva repairs the soul, the thousand illusions and blue condense the soul, and the soul marrow of the ink kun gives birth to spiritual wisdom.

The soul essence of Mo Kun is the most important, when Sikong Xuan condensed the soul clone in the misty forest of the Western Regions, he directly endowed the spiritual intelligence, once the soul clone was injured, the soul of the deity would be affected. And with the Ink Kun Soul Essence, this kind of spread can be prevented and the damage suffered can be greatly reduced.

Among them, except for Qianhuan Jialan Sikong Haoran, he had never even heard of the other four materials, let alone where to get them, the only thing he could think of was to get these materials, which required an astronomical amount to buy, which was why he hunted high-level demonic beasts in the Warcraft Forest.

Before leaving the Sword Sect, he wanted to ask if there were these materials, but he was afraid of the Supreme Elder Jun Yue, so he simply dispelled this idea, if there was, maybe he would have been bought by Murong Yingxue a long time ago, and the Soul Refining Ding was conceived by himself, so he couldn't let others covet or even take it away.

Under the mottled stars and moon, Sikong Haoran was like a sturdy ghost leopard in the wind element, he didn't dare to go too deep, with his current strength, once he encountered a demonic beast that exceeded the sixth order, it would be a disaster for him, because the seventh-order were all lord-level demonic beasts, and they already had a certain amount of wisdom and were able to speak people.

As far as the figure came, the cold light pointed out, the sixth-order high-level demonic beasts were killed one after another, and three days had passed in the blink of an eye.

Today's night sky is covered with a layer of hazy silver sand as usual, just like the singer who is still holding the pipa on the bank of the Gusu River, and the crackling sound of the fire burning in the distance is just like the singer's slender hand playing a melodious nocturne.

Sikong Haoran sat cross-legged, the deadwood dragon dagger was held in his left hand, and a small half of the Red Flame Demon Tiger was roasted on the bonfire.

Ten zhang away, a pair of green ghost fires were constantly shaking, and violent gasps roared out of their sharp fangs, and they didn't move any further, because in front of and behind them, a lifeless demonic beast fell in a pool of blood.

If anyone could scan through the corpses of these monsters, they would definitely find that there was a tiny hole in each part of their body, which was caused by the magic core penetrating their bodies.

And the small holes on the corpse of each demonic beast are not in the same position, it seems to be disorganized, but it is arranged in a regular manner.

"Whew!"

A demon wolf roared, its bloodthirsty eyes staring at the figure next to the campfire, its fangs bared and salivating. The demon wolf slowly walked towards Sikong Haoran's back, and as it walked lightly, the nearby demonic beasts were also ready to move.

Sikong Haoran's face under the cover of the bonfire was dirty, his black shirt was torn in several places, and there were even faint traces of blood, but his expression did not change in the slightest, and the dead wood dragon chanted dagger to cut off a piece of roasted meat, and as soon as it entered his lips and teeth, the unique aroma of the Red Flame Demon Tiger overflowed everywhere on his tongue.

At this moment, the moment the demon wolf behind him soared into the air, he suddenly opened his sharp fangs, and the dark eyes of the demonic beast that was moving at the opportunity shone with cold light, and a semicircular moon blade shot out from between their fangs.

The shadow of the moon in the sky was as fast as the wind, and the whistling sound was endless, as if it was about to cut Sikong Haoran into hundreds of sections.

And when these moon shadows were about to fall on his body, an invisible barrier blocked all paths, Sikong Haoran gathered his fingers, and the long sword standing in front of him came out of its sheath, cutting a graceful arc in the air, and then the sword opened the sky, and an invisible sword flashed through the throats of these demonic beasts.

The demon wolf that jumped high behind him flew out in the shape of a bow, salivating and stirring the void, blood raining down, and then being nailed to the ground by the long sword, only to see it convulsed a few times before completely passing away.

As soon as the sword trick was drawn, the sword body groaned softly, and then returned to the sheath.

Sikong Haoran sucked his fingers, not to mention how obscene it was, and when he was about to cut the Red Flame Demon Tiger barbecue again, the two exquisite bodies slowly walked out of the darkness.

"Husband, the scene you just now is so cool," Wutong smiled, just like a newlywed couple who had just been separated and reunited, but those smart eyes were a little resentful, and he walked quickly towards Qiong and inhaled slightly: "It's so fragrant, I'm hungry too." ”

Qingqiu is still cold, and there is more killing than before.

"The ghost is not gone!" Sikong Haoran's eyes gradually condensed, the dead wood dragon in the palm of his hand couldn't help but weigh a few points, the soul qi locked on the two of them, he was very puzzled, how did they find themselves, three days have passed, and the fragrance of the earth's yang spirit root should have long been dissipated.

Such a pretty two beauties, placed in front of anyone, they have to be held tightly in their arms to cherish them, but in Sikong Haoran's eyes, they are like snakes and scorpions to stay away.

Seeing that Sikong Haoran didn't speak, Wutong pouted his pink and red lips slightly, and his aggrieved appearance made people feel extremely pity, so he snorted lightly and sat next to the bonfire: "Sikong Haoran, you bastard, in order to find you, I was almost eaten by the Dark Demon Dragon." ”

The Dark Demon Dragon, a seventh-order mid-level demonic beast, compared to the strength of the human cultivator Sword Emperor Intermediate Peak, they inadvertently broke into its territory, if it weren't for their good at concealment and weird body skills, it might be very difficult to escape.

Hearing his name, Sikong Haoran's pupils shrank suddenly, his killing intent boiled, and the overwhelming power of the sky enveloped the two of them like a giant mountain, and Sen Leng said: "Which force do you belong to, why do you know my name and know so much about my whereabouts?"

The two fingers under the green shirt slowly carved the formation diagram, the two of them gave him the feeling that it was too mysterious, although he didn't feel hostility from them, but such a strange tracking and behavior made the uneasiness in his heart more and more dangerous.

"What kind of force do you think we are?" The lips under the light veil were as cold as ice, and the eyes like a gurgling pool looked directly at Sikong Haoran.

And Wutong completely ignored the killing in the air, Shadow Butterfly held it in the palm of his hand, cut a piece of Red Flame Demon Tiger barbecue from the bonfire, and immediately stretched his eyebrows while chewing, and said vaguely: "It's delicious, it seems to be a little worse than my sister's craftsmanship, but it has a different flavor." ”

"Sister, you can also taste it," Wutong cut off a piece of Red Flame Demon Tiger barbecue and handed it to Qingqiu's mouth, and when he was about to lift the veil, he turned his head slightly, stared at Sikong Haoran and smiled: "Husband, be good... Turn your head away. ”

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