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In the mountains and forests to the east of the town.

Deep in the jungle.

Two people.

The night was like ink, and the jungle was even darker. The sound of leaves rattling in all directions swept towards the two of them like a tide.

One of them stood with his hands in his hands, his face covered with a black scarf covering his face that was supposed to be Toshigami Toshiro.

The night breeze gently stirred the hem of his clothes, and the waves rolled like waves.

At his waist, a long sword hangs.

Opposite him was a figure covered in layers of black robes, with a huge hood over his head, and he lowered his head, only a rebellious mouth could be seen.

Countless dark shadows allow them to blend almost completely into the night.

The black-robed man's head suddenly trembled, and his angry but deliberately suppressed voice floated in the darkness: Ahsan missed?

The masked man frowned slightly, and a warm voice came: You act carefully, don't be found by others. At that time, even if I want to wait for you, I can't tolerate it!

The black-robed man raised his head, and the anger between his eyebrows flashed, but he forcibly suppressed it, the Holy Gate is a big matter, although he has the support of his eldest brother, but it is really bad for this matter, his eldest brother, he can't stop it.

He pulled out a smile and said: Relieved, but a little accident, not to the point of breaking a big deal.

The masked man's expression seemed to soften slightly, and said: You have been more restrained recently, the disciples of the Liuyun Immortal Sect have gone down the mountain one after another in recent years, and several other sects have also gone down the mountain to actively run and exterminate many old demons, I am afraid that something big will happen, although you are far apart, but if you are discovered...... You, don't implicate my sect. To see the latest chapter, please Baidu Black Rock Pavilion

The black-robed man couldn't help but flash a sneer on his face, go down the mountain to get rid of the demon? I'm afraid it was the incident six years ago, three disciples died next to the mountain gate, and no one could swallow this breath.

That incident made the three of them loud in the door.

The man in the mask said softly: This time, I will say all I have to say, so I can do it myself.

After saying that, his body fluctuated, and the person had disappeared.

The black-robed man could no longer hold back the anger in his heart: Hehe, do it yourself? When my holy gate is completed, I will teach you to do it yourself!

The black-robed man chattered and laughed.

He jumped up and turned into a long rainbow and left.

He wanted to check the place where Ashan's breath disappeared, who it was, and who dared to harm the good deeds of my Holy Gate.

In the grove, he lifted his hood and gently closed his eyes, feeling the remaining sword qi and vitality fluctuations in the air.

After a long time, a playful smile appeared on his face, like a cat playing with a mouse: Aren't you actually dead?

This time, it won't let you run away like last time.

Eight has entered the mountain.

He stood at the entrance of the town, looking back at the town, a dead town that smelled of blood.

After a long time, he twisted his head and strode towards the mountains and forests north of the town.

His injuries were forcibly suppressed by him.

Despite his exhaustion, he did not dare to stop and rest for a moment.

He knew that if he didn't leave now, he might not have a chance to leave.

If the young man was really here, he wouldn't have even the slightest hope of survival.

The dark jungle, like a dormant beast, is opening its jaws, waiting for someone to enter.

Without looking back, he went into the woods.

The meridians are almost back to their former appearance.

Broken and unpresented.

After he was sucked into the vial, in order to get out of trouble, he ran his true qi at any cost, and finally triggered the independent operation of the nameless exercises.

But the meridians couldn't withstand the hysteria of true qi, and the already fragile meridians finally cracked inch by inch again.

There was also a last trace of true qi swimming in his body, slowly recovering from his injuries in his body.

His ** strength is extremely strong, and the flesh injury can recover in about three days, but the meridian injury does not know how long it will take to recover.

He ran deep into the forest, so fierce, so desperate.

He seemed to smell the danger behind him.

The broadsword was carried on his back, trying not to damage the surrounding plants, and he knew that a good hunter would still be able to spot his running without difficulty, but he did it anyway, better than nothing.

The youth outside the forest had summoned his men, a total of nine.

They collect souls in different places.

Black smoke was billowing from everyone's body, and everyone's body was full of blood.

How many people they must have killed!

As soon as the young man waved his hand, they rushed into the forest one after another, like eagles flying rabbits.

The smile on the corner of the young man's mouth grew, like a child who had received honey.

But what he did was so cruel.

He saw a tavern in the town, with gray wine flags waving in the wind, paulownia painted wooden doors with a fragrant smell, tables and chairs made of Tsubaki wood, delicate and beautiful, and the wine fragrance was refreshing and pleasant, and he couldn't help but want to taste this wine.

Ignoring the hideous and horrific corpses of the drinkers in the synagogue, he picked up a jar of wine from the table in the corner, and before it was opened, a few drops of bright blood were splashed on the sealing mud, and he stretched out his tongue with a smile on his face and gently licked the blood.

Patting the mud open, he leaned his neck and took a long sip of wine.

In this place, the aura of the Liuyun Immortal Sect kid is very strong.

In the darkness, the face of the black-robed young man looked even darker and weirder.

In the darkness of the night, he slowly left the tavern, carrying a jar of wine.

He stopped at the entrance of the town, leaned against a weeping willow, drank slowly, and waited for news from his men.

Wicker was soft, and a lazy look appeared on his face.

The wind was a little cool, but it was very pleasant to blow on people.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry at all!

Yes, he doesn't have to rush!

How could an ant-like figure escape from the palm of his hand.

Even if he had the luck to get out of the ground, would he still have the luck to get out of my hands this time?

He must have been seriously injured, in that case, to escape from the ground and want to be unscathed, is it possible? In six years, how much can that kind of injury be healed?

Ahsan is really a useless thing, in the past, he was obviously afraid of killing, but he still wanted to pretend to enjoy it in front of me, thinking that I couldn't see it?

This time it was folded in the hands of a wounded waste, really, useless! really, deserved!

That kid must have been injured too! Although Ahsan is useless, isn't that kid even more useless than him?

Ha ha. Hahaha...... Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The moonlight flickered through the wicker, but a soft light still hit the corners of the black-robed young man's mouth, and his hooked mouth depicted all yin and evil.

The stars twinkle, like a flood of sleepiness, in the night, always intense.

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