Feng Zhihong and Hao Jie couldn't help but sweat coldly, right under their noses, they could even be sure that the moment they had just watched Fan Anxin and her illusion leave, the two foundation building monks were silently attacked.

But they didn't even feel it.

The remaining foundation-building monks turned even pale.

The monks in the late stage of foundation building have always been monks who can run rampant in Zheng Guo, as long as they don't die, there are few times when their lives are threatened, but now, just when they think they will become famous if they leave Jiuqu Cave, death is not just a threat, but all the time, by their side.

Just before they knew it, the four late-stage foundation building monks fell on the spot, and they didn't even have the process of resisting and struggling, and the next one was one of them, maybe himself.

Since the foundation was built, their perception of the fear of death is only that Shouyuan is close and their cultivation is insufficient, and they are far from reaching the time when they are facing the lack of Shouyuan, but now, suddenly, or even the next moment, their lives will end, still with the extremely terrifying appearance in front of them.

"Stand here. Feng Zhihong said in a deep voice, then nodded with Hao Jie, and the two of them separated, standing on both sides of the cave, surrounding the remaining five foundation building monks in the middle.

Qiao Yuan seemed to be extremely afraid, standing in the middle of the four of them first, and even more because of fear, his head was half bowed, hiding in the shadow of his body, Feng Zhihong and Hao Jie looked at him pitifully.

Qiao Yuan half-lowered his head, no one saw the sneer in his pale face, lowered his head to hide the excitement raging in his eyes, and the pride of mocking his opponent at will.

No one noticed that several black lines stretched out from Qiao Yuan's feet, spreading to the feet of the two foundation building monks on either side of him, and then slowly winding around his feet.

Zhang Lin's gaze moved away from the corpses of the two fallen monks in front of him, and he subconsciously glanced at Qiao Yuan, unconsciously frightened by his miserable white and black face, and his gaze instantly moved to the other person.

He blinked, how could there be black lines crawling through the man's back?

Thinking so, his eyes had already followed the black line down to the man's feet, and then he arrived at Qiao Yuan's feet, and then he saw that another black line was extending from Qiao Yuan's feet to his feet.

He looked up suddenly, and when he saw Qiao Yuan raise his head, his pale and black face, he smiled strangely at him.

Wrong.

Zhang Lin suddenly mentioned his spiritual power, and in an instant, he only felt that his body suddenly tightened, as if countless things had pierced into his body, and all the essence and spiritual power were instantly loosened, and the shout that was about to blurt out was also sealed in his throat in an instant.

He stared at Qiao Yuan with wide eyes, watched Qiao Yuan grin at him, and then saw that the flesh inside the cracked mouth seemed to disappear suddenly, and in an instant, only skin and bones remained.

Is it Qiao Yuan?

At the last moment of consciousness, he only felt weakness that he had never felt before.

He knew he should be the same as the dead corpses on the ground at this moment, and then, consciousness dissipated.

Feng Zhihong stood at the entrance of the cave where the missing monk was found, most of his attention was behind him, and a few of them were paying attention to the front, still wondering what it was that could take away the monk's essence without such a person knowingly.

Cult cultivators?

Such a term popped up in his mind, and he looked at the five monks in the middle with some pity, and at this glance, his heart jumped suddenly, and his eyes immediately widened.

"Hao Daoyou!" he shouted, grabbing Qiao Yuan with a hand, but right in front of him, Qiao Yuan's body was gradually piling up, falling, and his head finally appeared from the shadows, but only a piece of skin and bones remained.

"Feng Daoyou, be careful!" Hao Jie's shout also sounded, and Feng Zhihong's hand that could fall on Qiao Yuan moved away in an instant, and just where he originally shot, a black line flew into the air and was instantly withdrawn.

"Quack. A hoarse voice that did not resemble a human voice came, as if the sound of a fingernail scraping an iron object, fell into Zhihai, and Zhihai also seemed to be scratched by this sound.

"Who is it?" Feng Zhihong drew his heavy sword with his backhand, and in front of the seven lying corpses, a swarthy black shadow stood there.

"Quack. There were two more sounds from the shadow, and suddenly it was as if water had fallen to the ground, and in an instant it turned into a black shadow and fell to the ground.

"Where to go!" Feng Zhihong's heavy sword slashed towards the black shadow, the black shadow quickly flowed on the ground, and instantly avoided the heavy sword, only to hear a loud bang, the heavy sword cut to the ground with sword qi, and a huge crack appeared, and the black shadow had already left like flowing water, and was in front of the cave where the prohibition was broken.

Feng Zhihong changed hands, and the heavy sword dragged on the ground, and it had already cut horizontally towards the black shadow.

"Boom!" The sword qi fell, and the black shadow submerged into the cave where the cave was located, and Feng Zhihong's sword qi was uncontrollable, cutting off the cave, and the rocks fell one after another, and the entrance of the cave was immediately half covered.

"Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince be careful. Feng Zhihong shouted outside the cave, and when the voice fell, the person was already at the entrance of the cave, jumping over the rock, and heard the cave shouting: "What person?"

Then a sword qi slashed head-on, Feng Zhihong stretched out his heavy sword to block it, and the spiritual power surged to the four walls, the stone walls shook, and the gravel fell.

"An evil cultivator has fled to a cave. Feng Zhihong shouted, but the person stepped back and let go of the hole, and in the smoke and dust, the gravel at the entrance of the cave was suddenly pushed away, and the illusion of Yuan Ying came out first.

Feng Zhihong was stunned, it was the Yuanying Monk who had just stimulated the sword qi?

After seeing it, Fan Anxin and Fan Angui came out together, and then there were a few people who guarded the prince.

As soon as everyone came out, their eyes swept over Feng Zhihong, and they fell on the five dead bodies in the cave, all of them were shocked, but Feng Zhihong's eyes swept back and forth on Fan Anxin and Fan Angui.

"How did they fall?" Ye Zhen shouted.

"None of us found out that Qiao Yuan was possessed by evil things, and by the time Hao Daoyou and I found out, he had already devoured their essence and moved towards the cave. Feng Zhihong also said with Fan Angui and Fan Anxin.

"Yes, the evil thing is just a black shadow, and when it moves, it clings to the rocks. Hao Jie added.

Everyone was shocked, and couldn't help but look at Fan Angui and Fan Anxin, if the evil thing really possessed again, only these two people could be controlled in an instant if they were lowly cultivated.

Fan Angui and Fan Anxin looked at the corpses that fell to the ground outside, and couldn't help but be shocked, if it wasn't for the two of them to follow up to the cave, maybe they would be the ones who died, the two of them looked at each other with palpitations, Fan Anxin took a step forward, and almost relied on the body of the Yuan Ying Illusion.