"What's wrong?"

Sensing the change in Yunlong's expression, Yuan Canghai was shocked.

Shaking his head slowly, Yunlong said in a heavy tone: "I can't tell for a while, but I suddenly felt a panic in my heart for no reason, and that uneasiness came from our west, and it felt as if someone related to me was in danger." ”

"When there is a sign in the heart, something will come into being. Since it's related to you, let's go over and have a look first, so as not to leave regrets. Yuan Canghai thought for a moment and said.

"Hmm. Okay, I'll lead the way. Yun Long glanced at the other party with a little gratitude, and then took the lead in flying up and went straight to the four directions. Yuan Canghai's figure flashed and followed.

Just now, the Buddha bone relics that had been quiet in the Yunlong Baihui Acupoint suddenly trembled, and then a trace of uneasiness surged from his heart.

"How long is the journey?" Yuan Canghai, who was flying rapidly, looked at Yunlong with an anxious face, and asked lightly.

"I don't know. It's not in the scope of the Spiritual Sense, and it may be far away. Yunlong replied worriedly, his heart restless.

The higher the cultivation, the larger the scope of spiritual awareness and the farther the distance. Generally speaking, for those who cultivate the truth, the cultivators of the realm of the five qi soaring to the sky, the range of spiritual sense investigation is about one mile, and the spiritual sense of the master of the three-flower gathering can investigate the path within a radius of one mile to five miles. The realm of scattered immortals can be explored in a radius ranging from five to nine miles. The Earth Immortals can investigate a radius of at least twenty miles, and as for the legendary Heavenly Immortals, their methods are amazing, and since no one has ever seen such a master, the scope of the investigation is unknown. In the scope of the Psychic Sense, the more obscure it becomes as the distance of the Psychic Sense increases. Spiritual sense can not only detect the environment, but also check other people's cultivation and so on, but it is generally difficult for low cultivation to detect high cultivation, in short, it is infinitely useful. Yun Long, as a master of the junior Scattered Immortal level, can view the place within a radius of four miles.

Perhaps under the influence of Yunlong's mind, the Buddha bone relics that quieted down after trembling suddenly shone brightly and spun faster.

Just when Yunlong was puzzled, a magical scene appeared.

In Yunlong's mind, a picture gradually became clear: dozens of miles away, in a forest, a little monk of about twelve years old was surrounded and killed by two people who were shrouded in black robes and only showed their eyes, and the monstrous black light emanated from the two people, directly attacking the little monk. When the little monk was defeated, a brilliant blue light appeared from his chest, temporarily resisting the invading demonic qi outside of him. However, with the blood spilling from the corner of the little monk's mouth and his pale and bloodless face, Yunlong could tell that the little monk could not resist for long and was in danger.

At this point, the picture dissipates again.

"Damn! We speed up, he can't hold it anymore!" Yunlong snorted angrily, and then accelerated again, and his figure disappeared in a flash, and after a few breaths, he appeared a mile away when he reappeared, and the speed was staggering.

Yuan Canghai, who was suddenly left behind, just came back to his senses from Yunlong's inexplicable words, and found that Yunlong's figure had already been lost around him. Looking at the afterimages that kept dissipating along the way, he was stunned for a moment, and then said to himself: "What an amazing speed! Good boy, it's not easier than I imagined." ”

As soon as the words fell, the figure instantly turned into a streamer, and the lightning shot in the direction where the cloud dragon in front of him went, bringing bursts of roaring along the way, and its speed was no less than that of the cloud dragon.

Ten miles away, in a forest, a battle was taking place.

In the middle of the field, an eleven or twelve-year-old monk sat cross-legged, his hands folded, his eyes closed, and he was constantly muttering something.

Three feet outside his body, the two people who were shrouded in black robes and couldn't see their faces clearly, but only showed a pair of indifferent eyes, were flashing black all over their bodies, and the black true yuan was constantly pressing towards the little monk on the ground.

However, the extremely corrosive black mangs were all resisted by the green rays emitted by the Buddha beads on the little monk's chest. The two are like two extreme forces meeting each other, constantly devouring and rubbing, bringing bursts of sparks.

However, perhaps it was the lack of true yuan, but the light shield of the cyan Buddha bead that was urged by the little monk was suppressed by the continuous black mangs that invaded and became smaller and smaller, and soon the green mangs could only be compared to the body of the little monk, and at this time, the little monk, the blood from the corners of his mouth was constantly overflowing, and his pale face was a little scary, and he was about to run out of oil.

"I didn't expect him to have such a powerful Buddhist treasure on his body, but unfortunately, his cultivation is still shallow, and he can't urge a few points, otherwise we will be in danger today. Fight quickly, go back to your life as soon as possible, so as not to delay and have another accident. ”

A hoarse and cold voice came from the mouth of one of the black-robed people, without the slightest emotion, like death from hell.

"Hmm. ”

As the strength of the two attacks increased, it seemed to be overwhelming the last straw.

"Poof"

The blue light outside the little monk's body was completely shattered, and on his chest, the Buddha bead that was originally blue and bright also fell silent at this moment and became dim.

"Poof"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the little monk finally couldn't support it anymore and fell to the ground unconscious.

Seeing this, the two black-robed men came to the little monk's side.

One of them looked at the little monk on the ground in front of him with evil eyes, and asked in a cold voice: "Senior brother, are we going to kill him or 、、、、、、?" The voice was clear, where was the hoarseness just now.

Waving his hand to interrupt his words, the other sneered and said, "Assimilating him with demonic qi will allow him to obey our orders, and when it is critical, it can be used against the abbot's old horseman." 、、、、、、"

"What Senior Brother said is extremely reasonable, so let's do it, Jie Ji. After the man finished speaking, he used his strength to attract the little monk on the ground to his body and let him stand in front of him. Immediately, the palm of the palm went downward, against the little monk's head, and streams of black light continued to pour from the top of the little monk's head and spread to all parts of his body. After a while, except for the center of his eyebrows, the little monk's entire face had a touch of evil black, which looked extremely weird.

"Boom, it worked out right away. If I go back this time, Uncle Shi will definitely be rewarded. The demon seed we gave him, under normal circumstances, is no different from ordinary people, it is difficult for others to find out, as long as it is successful, it is even more difficult to get rid of it. Even if the old bald donkey found out, there was nothing he could do. Chengkong is his favorite disciple, is he still willing to kill him? The man who shot 、、、、、、 laughed evilly, his voice full of arrogance.

"Hmm. It's done!"

Retracted his right hand and let the little monk collapse to the ground, the black-robed man sneered.

"It will take another quarter of an hour for the demonic qi on his body to completely invade his body and lie dormant, and the surface will return to an ordinary state. Just in case, let's leave in a quarter of an hour. ”

The other was about to respond, but suddenly he was startled, and suddenly raised his head, his eyes sharp to the east.

"It's not good, there are masters, let's go!"

The two hurriedly rolled up the little monk opposite, and were about to fly up, but they suddenly stopped and stared vigilantly at a young man in blue who suddenly appeared in front of them.

The two people who were in a hurry and wanted to wait for an opportunity to escape suddenly changed their faces again, turned to look behind them, and a middle-aged man appeared out of thin air, with his hands behind his back, looking at the two of them indifferently, and his face couldn't help but become ugly. Because the arrival of these two people gave them a feeling of extreme danger.

"Who are you, and why are you stopping us?" said one of the black-robed men.

"Yunlong, that little monk is probably already infused with demonic energy. The demonic energy on their bodies is surging, and it should be related to the demonic path. ”

After careful consideration, the essence in Yuan Canghai's eyes flashed and he spoke.

Yunlong, who was about to reply, heard this, his face instantly became gloomy, and he stared at the two people in front of him, and said with murderous intent: "The evil demon is crooked, he is so ruthless, and he doesn't even let go of the child?"

"Hmph. Your Excellency is too nosy. We don't know each other, so why do we have to meet each other? If we really want to do it, are we afraid that you won't succeed?"

Seeing that the other party had a killing intent, the other person snorted coldly and shouted.

"Yunlong, in another quarter of an hour, the demonic qi will completely infiltrate the little monk's body. At that time, it will be difficult to stop it. I'm afraid I can only watch him fall into the devil. Yuan Canghai, who was behind, saw that the black glow on the little monk's face slowly subsided, and suddenly reminded.

Unable to suppress the killing intent in his heart anymore, Yunlong slowly pulled out the golden tyrant, and the sound of Jin Ming suddenly rose, and the sword aura was cold, pointing straight ahead.

At the center of the little monk's eyebrows, Yunlong found the Buddha bead. Through the induction of the Buddha's bone relics, Yunlong can determine that the person in front of him is the descendant of the deceased Master Kongming. And that Buddha bead is the Qingtan Ancient Buddha Bead in Master Kongming's mouth. Unexpectedly, just after arriving here, he found that the son of the deceased had suffered such a catastrophe, which made Yunlong's heart happy and angry at the same time. The hatred for the person in front of him is awe-inspiring! If you are one step late, you may regret it endlessly.

"You guys should be damned!"

As Yun Long's cold five words spit out, the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop by a few degrees, and his voice was more like coming from hell, full of undisguised anger.

As soon as the words fell, Yunlong's figure disappeared in place.

Seeing this, the two black-robed men screamed in surprise, and the two of them flashed rapidly to both sides, and at the same time, black rays surged around them, laying several defensive enchantments outside their bodies. The man who was carrying the little monk even blocked the little monk in front of him.

From the moment when the other party's figure disappeared strangely just now, the two of them secretly shouted that it was not good, and the person in front of them was definitely not their opponent. At this point, they just want to be able to escape.

However, the ideas are beautiful, but the reality is often cruel.

A person who was running away suddenly froze, stiffened in mid-air, looked down at the tip of the knife in his chest with some difficulty, the vitality in his eyes quickly dissipated, but he couldn't make any sound when he opened his mouth, and fell from the air with a trace of unwillingness.

Putting away the golden tyrant, the figure of the cloud dragon swept quickly, dodged and took the little monk who fell later into his arms, and pointed with his right hand at the center of the little monk's eyebrows, and a white light did not enter it.

At this time, Yunlong had time to observe the little monk carefully, and saw that he was about eleven or twelve years old, and although his immature face was full of black gas, it gave people a sense of peace and perseverance.

The other saw that his companion had been killed in one move, and flew away in horror towards the other side. However, in front of him, there was a person standing still in the air, intercepting him, looking at the black-robed man with a playful look in his eyes.

It is the original Canghai.

"Get out of here!"