"Um!"
The old man with long eyebrows responded indifferently, and slowly said: "There are nine monks from the spiritual realm coming behind you. You will save your life first!"
"Hey, I said, senior, can junior enter Xuanming Cave Mansion for a while to escape?"
Lei Xing thought about the nine powerful spirit generals who were chasing after him.
"no!"
The old man with long eyebrows categorically refused, and said with certainty: "If you can't handle even these nine people, what qualifications do you have to inherit the mantle of Emperor Xuanming!"
This black wood forest is not vast. With Lei Xing's current strength, it is extremely difficult to escape the pursuit of the nine spiritual general realm cultivators.
"This... Senior, can you discuss it again?"
Thinking of the bitter battle he was about to fall into, Lei Xing's heart suddenly became anxious, and his face changed to a flattering smile, to please him.
"The old man is going to bed, don't bother me if there is nothing particularly important!"
The long-browed old man's tone seemed a little impatient, and after a simple confession, there was no more voice.
"Damn!"
A wry smile crossed the corner of Lei Xing's mouth, and the unfeeling old man with long eyebrows made him speechless.
"Nima, I don't believe I will be planted here?"
After Lei Xing gritted his teeth and complained silently to the old man with long eyebrows, his spiritual sense sensed that behind him was a strong spiritual master approaching quickly.
Immediately afterwards, Lei Xing's figure flickered and disappeared into the woods in the blink of an eye.
"Boy, escape?"
As soon as Lei Xing's forefoot left, a strong spiritual general from the Brotherhood suddenly appeared, released his spiritual sense, and after a little detection, he chased him in the direction where Lei Xing had left.
As night falls, the mist rises in the dark woods, the cold moon hangs high, and the cold moon shines in the forest.
In the depths of the black wood forest, the land area is very deep, and under the accumulation of time, the mud depressions have melted, forming a quagmire of different depths.
As time passed, the silence in the forest was a bit strange. The bright moon shines through the mist and sprinkles on the mud puddle on the ground.
Suddenly, a quagmire large enough to hold a person, the muddy sewage rippled slightly, a pair of black and white eyes were exposed, and the bones were spinning straight.
"Nima's, I'm suffocating me!"
Lei Xing spit out a weed in his mouth that was used as a substitute for breathing, opened his mouth, and began to breathe.
After all, it is at the bottom of the valley, and the area of the black wood forest is not large. Facing the siege and interception of the nine brothers, they had to find a secret hiding place.
If it is single-handed, Lei Xing will also have the strength to face a strong man in the realm of spirits.
But things backfired. Since entering the Blackwood Forest, the nine members of the Brotherhood have been in groups of two, and they are not far away from each other. Whenever there is a turmoil, they will be able to rush over to support them in no time.
Sitting and waiting for death is not Lei Xing's character, so while he is running away, he is always thinking about how to find opportunities to take the initiative.
And these quagmire, large and small, was a hiding place that Lei Xing found.
The water in the quagmire was dark and mixed with the decay of litter and leaves. It was extremely pungent and unpleasant. Lei Xing had been hiding here for more than an hour in order to find a suitable opportunity to take action.
The night was bleak, the fog rolled, a rustling sound came, and the figure of a man in gray appeared.
Lei Xing was in the body in the quagmire, squatted slightly, a pair of dark eyes were firmly locked on the man who was slowly approaching in front, and the breath of the whole body was at its lowest.
"Is it alone?"
Lei Xing remained motionless, letting the black water drip into his eyes, his spiritual consciousness spread out, and there was no other person in the nearby area except this man.
In view of this, Lei Xing was secretly happy, but after waiting for a long time, he finally looked forward to the opportunity to make a move.
"This kid is so damn good to hide, if I let Lao Tzu find him, he must be stripped of his skin!"
The grey-clothed man stretched out his hand to poke aside the dense grass, and complained constantly in his mouth.
After searching for Lei Xing for so long, he couldn't even find a personal figure. The man in gray showed an impatient look and walked aimlessly.
Gradually, the grey-clothed man gradually approached the quagmire area where Lei Xing was lurking, but he still kept complaining, unaware that the huge danger was approaching.
As the gray-clothed man approached, Lei Xing held his breath, his heart tense to the extreme, and his eyes were calm without any waves.
"It's dirty, it's the kid!"
The gray-clothed man's right foot slid out of the edge of the weeds and sank into the quagmire. His body shook slightly before standing still.
Just as the gray-clothed man was about to pull out his right foot, which was sinking in the mud, the thunder star lurking beside him like a hunting snake suddenly risen into trouble.
"Not good! There was a sneak attack!"
When the violent wind hit, the gray-clothed man's face was shocked, he turned hurriedly, and slammed a palm based on his instinct.
"Die to Lao Tzu!"
Lei Xing's eyes were as cold as a knife, and his shot was as fast as lightning. When the gray-clothed man's palm print hit him, he punched him hard in the chest.
The purple light suddenly appeared, and Lei Xing's fists gushed out the purple dark energy that resembled thunder and lightning, and through the gray-clothed man's body, his internal organs were instantly smashed into rags.
"Do not!"
The gray-clothed man was unwilling to his eyes, vomiting red blood foam from his mouth, raised his head and looked at the mud-stained Lei Xing, his body fell straight into the mud.
"One solved, there are eight more!"
Lei Xing stood on the spot, unable to see his face clearly, a pair of pitch-black eyes looked back at the direction behind him, and a faint cold light flashed away.
The night wind blows, with a hint of coolness, and the leaves in the black wood forest rustle. The cold wind blew over the weeds beside the quagmire, and Lei Xing's figure disappeared without knowing when.
Not far from the quagmire area, a bunch of bonfires were burning, and three men of the Brotherhood of Spiritual Realm Cultivation were sitting around, seeming to be whispering about something.
The cold wind blew from the forest, blowing the bonfire and swaying from side to side, and the sound of the three people's conversation came out.
"Zhao Gang, it's been so long since the agreed time, why hasn't Huang Shan come to gather?"
Among the three men, the one who spoke first was a man with short hair.
"Don't worry, Huangshan's cultivation base is not low, and the sky is dim. If you don't come back as scheduled, it's no big deal!"
Sitting next to the short-haired man named Zhao Gang, with a round face and round ears, dressed in blue, holding a branch in his hand, he constantly fiddled with the campfire in front of him.
"Yes! Richard, don't worry, maybe Huangshan will be back after a while!"
Among the three men, the last one broke the silence, smiling and comforting.
The short-haired man named Richard, entered the Xingxuan Academy in the same term as Huangshan, and had very good personal relationships, and he was also a member of the Brotherhood.
What Li Cha and others didn't know was that their partner Huang Shan had already been killed by Lei Xing.
"Well, let me wait for a while. If Huangshan hasn't been seen yet, I will look for him!"
Richard obeyed the advice of his companion Zhao Gang and others and nodded.