In a vast bamboo forest, the gray bamboo leaves dance in the breeze, making a thin rustling sound.

Looking up from the bamboo forest, the straight ink-colored bamboo poles are reflected in the dim sky, like a thick splash of ink.

This is the common ink bamboo forest in the demon land, different from the verdant bamboo forests in other parts of the spirit world, there is only a rich gray and black color here, if there are monks hiding in it, I am afraid it will be difficult to find.

In fact, there are indeed ten monks hidden in the ink bamboo forest. Their figures are hidden in the bamboos, but even if they go into the depths of the bamboo forest, it is difficult to see their traces.

"Feng Daoyou's wood attribute Qimen Dunjia technique, it is really clever, we are hiding here, even if someone flies over the bamboo forest, I am afraid it will be difficult to find out!" A young man's voice suddenly came from an ink bamboo, if a monk who cultivated a special pupil technique looked carefully, he could vaguely see that there was a faint figure of a young man attached to the ink bamboo.

"Brother Qiu, don't be rash with Zhenyuan. An old man's voice came out: "Although this Wood Concealment Technique is clever, it is difficult to hide the strong fluctuation of vitality. You just used a little exercise, and you broke the phase a little. If there is a sharp-eyed monk nearby, you may be able to find the clue. ”

"That person will fly here for a while, so why be too nervous!" the young man said disapprerovingly, and he said with disdain: "Speaking of which, the task assigned by the Burial Moon Fairy this time is too simple. I'll wait for all the eight masters of Mengshan to go out and ambush a monk of the same rank here, it's enough, even the Han Venerable and the Wei Master have been dispatched!"

"Isn't it!" the other person said, "I heard that Lord Han was on a mission back then, and he assassinated seven monks of the same rank overnight, and his strength is incredible. With Lord Han in charge, why do we need such a sneaky ambush, just meet it openly. ”

An old man's cold voice came: "Han has always acted as long as the result is done, regardless of the process! As long as the task can be completed, what difference does it make whether it is an ambush or a head-on battle!"

"Be careful! I've heard that I'm also a master at ambush targets. A middle-aged man said with some concern: "And for this mission, the reward given by the Burial Moon Fairy is extremely high, that is, to kill ten late-stage spiritual body cultivators, and there is no such a high reward." The Burial Moon Fairy doesn't do this for no reason, and often the higher the reward, the more difficult the task!"

An old man echoed and said, "That's right! At the beginning, Xu Daoyou and the others killed Yue Longtian and other eight monks of the Yue family, and the reward they received was not much different from the task we waited for this time. The other Daoists who killed several Yue Family Monks received much less rewards than us! It seems that the person we are going to ambush is indeed a difficult character. ”

"But," the young man surnamed Qiu asked suspiciously, "It's really such a powerful person, I'm afraid he has already made a name for himself in the Fengyun Continent." Why have we never heard of it before, and how clever can an unknown person be?"

"Don't say that! Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, low-key masters can be everywhere! As far as the Han Shangren is concerned, with his strength, he is enough to be as famous as Yue Longtian and the others, but in the Fengyun Continent, except for the monks of this sect, no one knows the prestige of the Han Shangren at all. ”

These people were whispering and discussing, and suddenly a faint spiritual light flashed on the magic plate in the hand of an old man.

The old man's expression moved: "He's here!"

Everyone immediately held their breath and prepared for themselves.

After a few moments, there was no movement. Everyone looked up at the sky, but they didn't notice any shadows.

"Is there a mistake?" the boy frowned.

"Impossible, this monitoring array is extremely clever, it obviously sensed that a monk flew here, and at this time, it was almost already above the Ink Bamboo Forest!"

"Do it!" Han Shangren suddenly snorted coldly, and rushed directly into the air from the bamboo forest.

The old man also immediately activated the magic circle, and suddenly a ray of light rose from the ink bamboo forest, forming a huge semicircular light shield in the blink of an eye, blocking the sky above the bamboo forest.

Suddenly, a faint figure flashed, revealing the figure of a young monk.

"There really is someone!" The young man surnamed Qiu exclaimed: "What a clever concealment technique, the distance is not too far, and we haven't discovered his whereabouts at all! If it weren't for the clever formation, I'm afraid I'd let him slip away under his nose." ”

"Is this really the person?" a middle-aged man was slightly stunned when he saw the young man: "He's just a spiritual body early stage monk, could he be mistaken?"

They knew that they were ambushing a rare master, and they had long thought that the other party was a master of the late stage of the Spirit Body, but they didn't expect that it was just a first-stage Spirit Body cultivator who didn't look amazing.

"The appearance and body shape are similar to those explained by the Burial Moon Fairy, there will be no mistake!Besides, he dares to come out alone at this moment, who is he if he is not!" said an old man.

As he spoke, these people also flew out of the bamboo forest one after another, completely surrounding the young monk from front to back, left and right.

The young monk frowned, sighed lightly and said, "You are actually ambushed here in advance, you must know my whereabouts! It seems that Ling Yu is indeed with you!"

This young man is Li Muran, not long ago, he finally got in touch with the long-lost Ling Yu, and agreed to meet secretly somewhere, but unexpectedly encountered an ambush here.

"Ling Yu, where are you hiding, why don't you come out to see me?" Li Muran shouted loudly.

No one responded, and Li Muran couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "Could it be that Ling Yu is not here?" If he deliberately set up an ambush, there is no reason not to dare to show up." ”

"What is he shouting, and what kind of character is Ling Yu?" said the young man surnamed Qiu suspiciously.

"Just complete the task, why bother talking nonsense!" said Han Shangren with a cold snort.

Before Master Han's words fell, he immediately opened his mouth and spit out a transparent fist-sized jade bead.

In this jade bead, a cold wind immediately rolled out, and in the cold wind, a large area of gray-white extremely cold qi gushed out, and everywhere it passed, every qiē froze, and even the rich demonic qi around it was forced back by the cold, as if they did not dare to approach this cold air.

"Bitter cold!" the young man surnamed Naqiu was startled and hurriedly dodged to the side.

The other monks also dispersed in shock, and a middle-aged monk was a little late, and the aura of the talisman was instantly broken by the invasion of cold air, and his body was frozen in an instant, and his skin suddenly turned dark purple.

Fortunately, he sacrificed a treasure knife in time, and the sword light shone a few times, smashing the ice on the surface of his body, and he hurriedly escaped from it. However, his body was almost frozen by the cold, and he was using a lot of mana to nourish it to get rid of it, and his mana was greatly damaged as a result.

"Okay, you are a cold master, you can sacrifice such a domineering exercise without saying hello, if you want to kill me, you can't wait!" said the middle-aged monk angrily.

He was only affected by a little cold air, and he suffered a big loss, but Li Muran was wrapped in the cold head, and naturally he was completely frozen in an instant.

This extremely domineering cold aura has even sealed the void, even if there is a teleportation supernatural power, it can't be used.

When everyone saw this scene, their hearts were relieved.

"It's just frozen, it's really a big fuss to send me and so many monks to ambush me!" said the young man surnamed Qiu in a daze.

"The Cold Master's Ice Technique is almost unrivaled among the Spirit Stage cultivators, and when he is hit head-on with a single move, he is naturally irresistible, and if he is you and me, he will also be defeated!" said an old man.

"Alright, Master Han, he has been frozen in ice, please take away the exercises!" a middle-aged monk said to Master Han.

But the Han Master turned a deaf ear and floated quietly in place, his hands still maintaining the posture of casting the spell, motionless.

The middle-aged monk was stunned for a moment, he looked at Master Han intently, and couldn't help but change his face greatly: "His breath is completely gone, why is he already dead?"

"The Han Shangren is dead?" everyone was shocked.

"What's going on?" the young man surnamed Qiu hurriedly looked around, looking terrified.

"Be careful!" said an old man, "Just as the Han Shangren was casting a spell, the old man seemed to see a faint purple light flashing into the Han Shangren's body. ”

"No matter what Zimang he is, kill this person first!" the young man surnamed Qiu shouted, and everyone unanimously sacrificed their treasures and attacked Li Muran in the ice.

In a few loud "booms", the ice was completely shattered, and Li Muran's body in the ice was also shattered and turned into a blood mist.

In the blood mist, a Gu worm the size of a grain of rice appeared, and flew to a place more than a hundred zhang away in a flash.

Right there, a faint figure gradually emerged in the darkness, it was Li Muran, who was holding a greedy sword.

"So he's here!" The young man surnamed Qiu was shocked: "Could it be that he was just a phantom clone just now? I waited for a few mid-stage and late-stage spiritual body cultivators, but he was actually kept in the dark?"

"How did the Han Shangren be killed by him with one move? With the strength of the Han Shangren, he was unexpectedly defeated by his one-move power?"

"What kind of means did he use just now, and what is the origin of the purple sword in his hand?"

Several monks whispered, and Li Muran's reappearance made them each look frightened.

"What are you afraid of, he's just sneaking up on him!, can't we wait for the Eight Masters of Mengshan to defeat him alone!" a middle-aged monk shouted.

"Kill!" Eight people shot at the same time, and in an instant, eight kinds of spiritual treasures attacked Li Muran from all directions.

At first glance, these spirit treasures are of different types, and the direction of attack is also different, making them very chaotic. But these treasures hit Li Muran's key points separately, and they cooperated with each other, so that he could not avoid it, which was actually quite orderly. Obviously, this is not the first time that these people have joined forces to attack the enemy.

The purple sword in Li Muran's hand, sensing the divine thoughts of a large number of high-level human cultivators around him, actually trembled slightly, emitting bursts of shining purple light, and emitting a slight buzzing sound, looking excited.

Li Muran shook the purple sword in his hand, and muttered in his heart: "Okay, this time I'll let you have a full meal." After that, I'm afraid you'll have to help me face a real big battle!"