For the sake of insurance, Wu Qiutian did not touch the corpse of Qi Yun, a fellow disciple, mainly because he was afraid that the murderer would do something to Qi Yun's corpse.

In the past, there were many people who died under this kind of trick, and these were all things that Chao Ling inadvertently told him when he was twittering.

After using the sky once, although the realm has not improved significantly, Wu Qiutian can keenly perceive that his strength is much stronger than before, why is there such a result, he himself is in ignorance.

Advancing at full speed for three days, the distance was already very close, and the group was heading to the depths of Yunmengze, so the route had not changed much, Wu Qiutian only needed to confirm the location of the fire at night, and he would be able to follow the footprints of these people.

These people were very careful in their work, and they couldn't find much trace from the swamp that changed day by day, so Wu Qiutian could only confirm the general direction through the firelight.

After each meal, the men threw burnt ashes and animal bones into the swamp and covered the areas they had stayed with turf from elsewhere.

If it weren't for Wu Qiutian lying in the grass not far from them, using the soul suppression technique to contain his breath, he would have seen all this. He tracked it down, not knowing that this was where they had been.

Lying in the grass, with Xiao Lu by his side, ordinary poisonous insects did not dare to approach at all, Wu Qiutian's eyes stared at the group of people behind the dirt bag motionlessly.

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A group of people were babbling in Yunmengze, and they were not afraid of attracting demon beasts, as if they had a special reliance.

From time to time in the crowd, a young or middle-aged man bowed his head and said something in front of an old man, and it was obvious that the old man without eyebrows was the leader of the group.

Wu Qiutian stared at the group of people tightly, for fear of accidentally letting go of any detail.

Those people did not find any trace of Wu Qiutian, who should eat and drink. Although a cultivator is a transcendent being, he is also cultivated by a person who likes grains and grains.

"Boss, someone is coming, it's not small, and I'm afraid when I see it. Xiao San's voice sounded in his mind at the right time.

Wu Qiutian secretly thought: It seems that the support of these people is this mysterious person who is about to arrive.

He really shrunk into a ball, restrained all his breath, and then took Xiao San and Xiao Lu into his body.

This is just self-deception, because the existence that can make Xiao San scared proves that the person who came is at least a heaven-level master.

Once, the existence of the Heavenly Rank was an invincible existence in the eyes of Wu Qiutian, but after he entered the world, he met many Heavenly Rank powerhouses, which already made him not strange to the Heaven Rank powerhouses.

In a mire not far behind him, a multicolored python spat a bubble at the location where Wu Qiutian was: "This kid really doesn't know whether to live or die, that old Wang Ba can pinch him to death with one hand, and he thinks he can dodge it." ”

The bubble fell silently on the top of Wu Qiutian's head, and after a while, an old man flew in from a distance and landed in the crowd.

Everyone, young and old, bowed before the old man.

After seeing this old man, Wu Qiu Tiancai knew that he was wrong, those people were not headed by the old man without eyebrows, but by this old man.

Being in the clouds, such as a dreamland, Ze covers the world, and the rain and dew are wet, so it is Yunmengze. Eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers, but in the swamp, although Wu Qiutian followed the group closely, he couldn't get close. After lying in the grass all night, it was as if I was lost in the grass, and I fell into a lot of illusions.

Wu Qiutian hurriedly took out the pill to detoxify, the fire could dispel the poison, but he didn't dare to use the flame on Xiao San's body, let alone make a fire by himself.

The group of people stopped and stopped, as if they were not in a hurry. The old man who came later was obviously not a good thing, and he didn't have a good face for those who flattered. Except for a few words to the old man without eyebrows, he basically ignores other people.

However, after following this group of people for a few days, Wu Qiutian finally knew why they wanted to kill Qi Yun.

The old man actually had to suck blood to survive, and in this group of people, except for the old man without eyebrows, it turned out to be the rations he brought with him.

From time to time, the crowd that would drop a few corpses gradually became smaller, and finally, only three people remained.

Wu Qiutian, who was following behind him, checked the corpses and found that without exception, all of them had lost their essence and blood, and all of them were pale, as if they had been sucked dry by vampires.

When stalking, it is like a hunter, but once the prey is stronger than the hunter, the hunter becomes the prey. Wu Qiutian is now like being in a raging fire, neither leaving, nor staying, if he stays, not only must beware of the remaining three people, but also beware of demon beasts that may emerge at any time. If you leave, you are afraid of alarming those people, after all, carefully follow your eyes to look ahead, and once you leave, you will leave your back to the enemy.

Most importantly, he wasn't sure if those people were pretending not to find out, or if they really weren't discovering themselves.

The person in front of him stopped, and the old man was talking to another middle-aged man. The old man without eyebrows stood to the side, constantly scanning his surroundings.

The distance was too far, Wu Qiutian couldn't hear anything, and wanted Xiao San to eavesdrop, but that guy refused to live or die.

And Xiao Lu, at this critical moment, is nowhere to be seen.

Wu Qiutian secretly cursed Xiao Lu for not succeeding enough and losing more than anything, but in fact, he misunderstood Xiao Lu, because at this moment, Xiao Lu's body was a moth the size of a sesame seed, and it was really tightly attached to the robe of the old man without eyebrows.

"It's almost there, how much blood do you still have on you. The old man asked the middle-aged man with a blank face.

The middle-aged man said respectfully: "The younger generation still has thirty percent of the essence and blood on his body, I'm afraid he won't last long." ”

The old man without eyebrows smiled slightly, as if he was laughing at the middle-aged man's carefulness, and seemed to be laughing at the inadequacy of Wu Qiutian. Because his eyes were on the grass where Wu Qiutian was, Wu Qiutian had such a feeling.

Fortunately, soon, the old man without eyebrows looked away.

The smile of the old man who was talking to the middle-aged man bloomed very suddenly, like a spring breeze, and when the middle-aged man was rejoicing, the old man suddenly stretched out his hand, and grabbed the middle-aged man's head with a withered hand like an eagle's claw. In a few moments, a small blue sword grazed the neck of one of them like a ghost.

The blood gushing out of his neck was sucked directly into the old man's mouth like a blood dragon.

The middle-aged man made a hehe sound in his throat, and his eyes were full of unwillingness, but the old man only cared about sucking the blood, and he didn't even blink his eyelids.

After everything was done, the old man's gloomy gaze paused in the direction where Wu Qiutian was, and then disappeared like a ghost in the clearing in front of him.

The old man without eyebrows also glanced at Wu Qiutian's location, and then followed the old man away.

Shocked by that look, a cold sweat broke out, Wu Qiutian hesitated for a moment, but still followed.

When he got closer, Wu Qiutian found that he knew the two middle-aged men who had just been killed, and they were the two surviving of the four yellow-clothed people who had besieged him and Zhu Xi of Zhirutang.

Their eyes widened, filled with despair and disbelief.

Death is great, Wu Qiutian walked over and gently stroked the eyes of the two.

It doesn't matter if they did a lot of evil in their lifetime, and it doesn't matter what their origin is.

Death and life are fate, Wu Qiutian no longer looks at the two dead people on the ground, there is no friendship, he has not even touched the corpse.

After searching the things on the two of them, he chased in the direction where the old man was without looking back.

Along the way, he was wondering, why did the people of the Divine Emperor Valley come to this place, why did they arrest the disciples of the Wumen? Could it be that there was any secret in this? Could it be that there were some unborn masters of the Divine Emperor Valley hidden in Yunmengze?

The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't understand it, so I simply didn't think about it anymore, but followed the two of them closely.

The team of two people was obviously much faster than the team of a group of people, and many times Wu Qiutian was almost lost, but for some reason, the other party slowed down several times, which allowed him to watch the two from afar.

After chasing for the first time, he saw two familiar figures again, Wu Qiutian instinctively felt that this was a trap, and immediately prepared to leave, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see the two old men chasing, so he had the courage to chase after him again.

Several times, Wu Qiutian has become accustomed to this frequency, because he has been using the Soul Suppression Technique to suppress the spread of his divine consciousness and suppress his own breath during this time, so the cultivation of the Soul Suppression Technique has made a big breakthrough.

After taking a breath, he took advantage of the day to let Xiao San feel his presence at close range, and it was not until Xiao San didn't open his eyes that he couldn't feel his presence, and he had the courage to approach the two old men's side.

A few more days passed, and the two old men still found no trace of Wu Qiutian.

On this day, the two old men slowed down, and Wu Qiutian nested behind a mound of earth. It is said to be a mound of dirt, but it is actually a huge termite nest, but it looks a bit like a small dirt bag.

The nest was occupied, and the crazy termites kept attacking Wu Qiutian, but these were just ordinary termites, Wu Qiutian had rough skin and thick flesh, and these termites did not cause substantial damage to Wu Qiutian for a long time.

"The lord said, if you can get it, take it, if you can't get it, grab the kid and take it again. I can't do it now, if even your essence and blood are drained by me, then if I don't succeed this time, I will be ashamed. The indifferent old man in green clothes was slightly moved.

The old man without eyebrows said calmly: "Everything is for the great affairs of adults, it doesn't matter if I die, but you have to remember the adult's advice, even if it is death, don't let the young lady know." ”

"Miss is now in solitary confinement by adults, don't worry, I'm not the kind of big mouth. I'm sorry, brother!" the indifferent old man held out his hand.

Wu Qiutian couldn't help but be a little puzzled, who was the young lady in their mouth?