Now that he has figured out who is doing the same thing as himself, there is no need for Fang Zheng to continue to watch, after all, the people killed by these people are still worth some merits, and there is no reason to waste them.

"Hmm!"

A man had just narrowly dodged a knife, and hurriedly pulled back to get away from the white-clothed monk in front of him, but he didn't expect that a big tree behind him had just approached his back and fell to the ground with a muffled snort.

Quietly running the aura, dragging the storage stone that had fallen to the ground into his pocket, Fang Zheng's figure floated silently into the shade of the trees.

In the past seven days, Fang Zheng has also discovered some details, often it is the storage rings used by monks who may have some unusual identities, and most of the people from these sects who came in this time stored their belongings with a round storage stone.

"What's going on?" the white-clothed monk looked suspicious, and he was about to approach the guy who had escaped the knife when he saw the man fall straight down.

The other white-clothed friars next to him also noticed the situation here, and they all looked puzzled, and they didn't see anything wrong just now.

Fang Zheng naturally knew that with the eyesight of these people, he couldn't see through himself who was deliberately hidden, after so long, his lichen method was already more proficient, plus his cultivation had also broken through to the late stage of foundation building, and now he could be regarded as a ghost under the day for these people.

"It's a bit strange that these demon cultivators won't kill themselves easily!"

Having just harvested the last of the five people who had escaped earlier, Fang Zheng was about to make a move on these white-clothed monks, but when he heard such a sentence coming out of the mouth of the white-clothed monk who was the leader, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Demon Cultivator?" Fang Zheng was stunned, these Demon Dao Sect exercises were indeed different, but there were still a few real exercises that were extremely evil in themselves, so even they themselves often called themselves immortal cultivators.

Although Fang Zheng had seen that the space of the Slashing Immortal Terrace was full of sky, representing the blood color of immortal blood, he didn't know whether this immortal could practice any exercise, or if there was a difference.

Just from the demon cultivators in the mouths of the white-clothed monks led by this, Fang Zheng was almost certain that these people were not from the Demon Dao Sect, how could any Demon Dao Sect itself call themselves demon cultivators.

"Aren't you from the surrounding Demon Dao Sect?" Fang Zheng deliberately mobilized his aura to envelop his voice, which kept vibrating, so his timbre became a little strange, and it made it even more difficult for these people to hear where the voice came from.

Hearing this strange sound that suddenly appeared, several whitefriars were startled, and they kept looking at every place around them with a nervous expression.

"Don't look for it, answer my questions, or I'll do it. ”

Fang Zheng is actually full of confidence in the face of these people, not to mention that the aura consumption of these people is not low, but it is enough for the other party to be in the dark in the light!

Obviously, these white-clothed monks also figured this out, and the face of the leader was a little ugly, he never thought that he would encounter such a crisis when he went out for the first time.

"Senior Brother Jia Yu, can you sense the sound of the wind?"

"No, this man is very clever at concealment. The leader was even more anxious when he heard the question from the junior sister next to him, and he found that this person who was hiding in the shadows seemed to be extremely good at the method of concealment, and he couldn't find this person with the feedback that flowed through the wind with his unique skills in the door.

However, Jia Yu must not have imagined that he was facing a strange spell that could be practiced during the foundation building period, and this person was still the most suitable spell for an old yin pen.

Fang Zheng couldn't help but be a little speechless when he looked at a few people whispering there, why did he feel that these people were quite ignorant, in this case, he ignored the opponent's quiet communication, and was he not afraid that the opponent would be angry and make a move?

"Give you some more time to talk more?" Fang Zheng's tone was playful, looking at the current appearance of these people, they didn't look like those disciples of the Demon Dao Sect.

Jia Yu and a few people took a moment to realize that they hadn't responded to the other party's previous question, so they hurriedly shouted: "We are the disciples of the sect who entered this time. ”

"You're not like those people. Fang Zheng's tone was quiet, he was already curious about why there were so many sects and demons cultivating immortals in this world, if it weren't for this, he would have already started to destroy the few people in front of him.

Previously, Fang Zheng used the Slashing Sendai to probe these people, and found that except for some murders on their bodies that didn't seem to have been contaminated for too long, there was no other sin worthy of attention, but Fang Zheng didn't have much affection for those who exposed themselves in exchange for opportunities.

"Senior Brother Jia, we can't tell him!" said another white-clothed monk in a firm tone.

And Jia Yu listened to his junior brother's words but his face was helpless, now no one on his side can see through the opponent's traces, if he insists on not saying it, then he is likely to be attacked by the other party in secret, and once he is hit, he will die.

"Why are you so curious about our master?" Jia Yu asked with a light cough and courage.

"If you use my name as an opportunity to kill, don't you allow me to wonder why you want to kill these people?"

After hearing Fang Zheng's words, Jia Yu understood for a moment, and then thought of the scene he saw with his junior brothers and sisters a few days ago, and couldn't help but feel a little weak in his legs.

"It turned out to be you!" Jia Yu tried his best to pretend to be calm, but he still showed a slight feeling of lack of confidence.

The other three white-clothed monks who knew Fang Zheng's identity were almost the same, after all, they all watched this person kill a monk in the late stage of foundation building in one move, which I am afraid can only be done by a few leaders of the Demon Dao Sect, and those people are all cultivators in the middle stage of the foundation building or even higher!

"I probably guessed a little bit by looking at you like this, you are a righteous sect, but why can you enter here again?" Fang Zheng's tone was very affirmative, it was really these guys who were too exposed, and they were probably some stunned young people who were not deeply involved in the world.

Jia Yu smiled bitterly when he heard this, the secret that the elders of the master didn't know how many times was known in this way, and he also wanted to kill a few demon cultivators to eliminate his sins, it seemed that he was going to die in this unknown space.

"You can do it!" Jia Yu closed his eyes and opened them again, shouting with a resolute expression, and then took out an elixir and threw it into his mouth to restore his aura.

"Run!" Jia Yu turned his head and shouted to his junior brother and sister.

Fang Zheng couldn't help but be a little speechless when he looked at the scene in front of him that made him cry and laugh: he didn't look like a bad guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"Stop, stop, I didn't plan to do it, and I didn't say that I was a demon monk!" Fang Zheng's tone was helpless, he really didn't expect that this white-clothed monk led by him was actually quite responsible.