Fuji Rong patiently waited aside.
After searching most of the area with the other demon cultivators, but still could not find the boy who killed the true demon disciple, he had to admit that the other side fell out of his sight.
Regarding the disappearance of the young man, Teng Rong speculated that one was that the other party had the Great Shifting Talisman on him, and it had been moved elsewhere—but if there was such an ancient talisman, why didn't he use it earlier when he was not injured? - He turned his head to deny his guess.
Another speculation is that he hit the Great Luck and entered some special cave.
Fuji Rong also tried to fall down where the boy fell (… ), but no matter how many fall postures he tried, he left the fall marks on the hills inch by inch, and they did not disappear. In the end, he had to give up the plan to enter the special cave, and chose to wait for the rabbit.
Sooner or later, the boy will appear.
As long as you can get the opponent's head, avenge the true demon disciple, and bring it back to the true demon, you can get a ray of true demon aura. This is very important for Teng Rong, who has reached a bottleneck in his practice. So he would rather give up some of the other illusory resources, betting that Lin Zhizhi will come out from here.
Fuji Rong is very persistent.
He was not born well, and he had been drinking blood for nearly half a month in order to conquer the magic vine, not to mention that he was just waiting here now. Even when others have chosen to give up searching for Lin Zhizhi, he is still insisting.
The man who was neither yin nor yang stroked the vines on his body, closed his eyes and meditated cross-legged above the bushes.
— until there was really movement on the hills.
Fuji Rong opened his eyes instantly, only to see that the beautiful boy who was born just now had appeared at the place where he fell.
Compared to the previous embarrassment, when he reappeared, he seemed a lot calmer. Although the robes on his body are still dirty, the young man's back is straight and his porcelain-white skin shone with crystal clear light under the sunlight. Tsinghua is noble.
… No wonder the disciples of the True Demon wanted to take him as a cauldron.
But as a demon cultivator, what Fuji Rong hates most on weekdays is such a pretentious and decent person, who will tell him how dazzling the light is.
The magic vine wrapped around Fuji Rong's shoulders was in harmony with his mind, like a huge tentacle, quietly wrapping around towards the young man from all around.
His exercise is "Magic Shadow". When he uses the exercise and jumps down from under the tree, if an outsider looks at it, it means that a dark shadow has disappeared in a flash.
Shadows are silent.
Therefore, Fuji Rong's approach was also silent.
Quiet, dangerous, deadly.
Just when he had come to the edge of the forest and saw the movement of the young man at this time, when he stepped over the root of the tree, he tripped over the rotten fruit that fell from the tree, and knocked his head on the root of the tree. Hit the whole tree and shiver.
Fuji Rong: "..."
what's the situation? In his 30-year cultivation career, he had never encountered such a thing that he would be tripped over in the process of the Shadow Judgment! This pile of rotten fruit will not fall sooner or later, and it must fall when he comes! Damn it!
The boy was already looking this way with some alertness.
Fuji Rong was not ready to confront him head-on. As a magic cultivator, you must have the moral standards of a magic cultivator. Fighting spells with an opponent who has a thunder sword is something a fool can do—even if the opponent has been exhausted from being chased before, no one can guarantee whether he is disappearing. What ancient talisman was obtained during the period of time - he would rather go around another circle and look for an opportunity.
The magic vine, which was already close to the boy, also wilted in an instant, and it looked like an ordinary weed.
The black-haired boy left here, and Fuji Rong accompanied him all the way.
The next opportunity he was looking for was when another wave of magic cultivators hit him.
The young man was holding a divine sword, and the thunder of the sky descended into the world, and the sword energy was fierce. Although that wave of magic cultivators was not strong, he was slaughtered by him like chopping melons and vegetables.
Fuji Rong secretly rejoiced in his heart, but fortunately he didn't rush up directly when he first came out. In addition to being fortunate, he was even more greedy - after the fall, what chance did he get? If he can succeed, these will be his!
When the boy and Mo Xiu entered a certain valley all the way, Fuji Rong was like a shit stick, standing behind the giant tree on the mountain, looking for an opportunity.
The competition in the magic way is fierce, and those who can stand out are those who have experienced a hundred battles. The more he looked at it, the more frightened Fuji Rong became. The young man was obviously not very good at fighting with others at first, but in the last few games, he has become more skilled and improved significantly.
This kind of strength, coupled with the decisiveness of killing, has not let go of any demon cultivator who begged him for mercy, and will surely occupy a place in the right path in the future.
Then... it would be even more exciting if he could kill him.
When a dying demon cultivator pounced on the boy and the boy turned his back to Fuji Rong, he thought: the opportunity is here.
Teng Rong raised his hand, and the magic vine wrapped around the rock attacked the young man with life, and together with the magic cultivator, he was attacked by the enemy.
The young man did not panic, but he was still like sinking water. The magic vine that followed the shape flashed, and another palm slapped on the cover of the magic repairing heavenly spirit, shocking him to death.
However, the magic vine stretched out its tentacles and entangled with him.
Teng Rong jumped up from the valley, took out a long spear, and locked the boy's heart with gravity, making him unavoidable!
"hiss-"
When he took off, a small green snake spit out a letter, shook its head and wiggled its tail upstream from the tree trunk, biting fiercely behind Teng Rong's ear, and was immediately attacked by the opponent's demonic energy, knocking it into the grass.
Teng Rong dealt with the beast, but the venom had penetrated into the earlobe, making half of his body numb, the offensive slowed down, and he rolled down the valley.
Why are you so back today? !
Fuji Rong was horrified. Before he could think about it, he had already rolled into the battlefield in a humiliated state.
"… "
Lin Zhizhi watched the man with a yin and yang voice from appearing to rolling in front of him with strange movements, and smoothly pressed the tip of his sword against the opponent's neck.
The venom of the green snake was the most venomous when it entered the body. After a while, Fuji Rong had regained his mobility, but he already had an immortal sword that made him regret it.
It only takes a flick to ask the immortal sword to end his life.
Fuji Rong is also a person who can bend and stretch. In order to survive, he can do whatever he can. He hurriedly said: "Wait a minute! I'm here to cooperate with you!"
Lin Zhizhi glanced at the vine that had stopped moving: "Cooperation?"
"Look, I deliberately sent myself to the door and entrusted my life to you, doesn't that explain the problem?" Teng Rong blushed and made excuses for himself.
The black-haired boy said coldly, "It's enough to show a problem, that you are stupid."
Lin Zhizhi wasn't ready to talk to him, and asked the immortal sword to draw down, and he was ready to end this demon cultivator's life.
Seeing that the other party had made up his mind, Fuji Rong's pupils were congested, and he forced his own spiritual veins to explode. Even if he dies, he will drag the murderer into the abyss with him forever!
Mo Xiu's self-destruction methods have always been fierce. Lin Zhizhi was so close to him that he didn't have time to retreat, and he was caught off guard by the aftermath.
The light was so bright that Lin Zhizhi closed his eyes halfway, and could only open the Thunder Shield, turning his back and resisting this round of self-destruction.
Someone hugged him from behind, blocked the power of self-destruction for him, and asked gently in his ear, "Are you okay?"