Chapter 3 Man in Black

The storm still doesn't seem to stop.

In the dark, the bright light swept by. It was the magic weapon in the hands of the disciples of Qingyun. With the help of the magic weapon, they searched in the wind and rain. This place is already close to the outside of the back mountain of Qingyun Mountain. The forest is dense, the ancient trees are overgrown, and the plants are extremely dense. In addition, the weather is extremely bad, the sky is thundering, and the thunder is rumbling. From time to time, a crack lightning strikes down from the sky. When it falls in the forest,

In front of the power of heaven and earth, the disciples of Qingyun, who were slightly less powerful, couldn't help but be horrified and trembling. In the darkness, the little light seemed to be like a trembling firefly, flying and only illuminating the small places around him.

'Boom...'

On the dark clouds in the sky, there was another thunderbolt. People on the ground only felt buzzing in their ears, and they couldn't help but be shocked. It has been two hours since the search for Ghost Li, but no trace of Ghost Li has been found. Many people have begun to mutter in their hearts that this demon has run away, right?

In fact, it's not unreasonable to think that Gui Li, as the deputy suzerain of the Demon King Sect, is full of Taoism. Although he seems to have been injured by the ancient sword of Zhuxian two hours ago, who knows how much he has been injured? As long as you are not seriously injured to the point of dying, you must have the ability to sneak away!

This idea echoed secretly in the minds of many Qingyun disciples, but the teacher urged and scolded behind their backs. After all, he did not dare to give up and had to continue to search. Unexpectedly, in the depths of darkness not far in front of them, Gui Li was seriously injured to death. He was unable to escape and was crawling in the mud on the ground with the last chance in his arms.

In the dark shimmer, someone suddenly shouted: 'Stop, everyone stop!'

This man's voice spread far away in the dark, and even the thunder in the sky could not suppress his voice. Obviously, he was a very deep predecessor. Gui Li lay motionless on the ground, allowing the rain to hit his body. Hearing this voice, he felt a little familiar, but for a moment, he couldn't remember who this person was.

However, it was obvious that the disciples of Qingyun around him were extremely convinced and respected for this person. Almost at the same time as his shout came out, the disciples of Qingyun immediately stopped and stood still and stopped talking. In the wind and rain, the originally noisy search suddenly calmed down quickly, and there was only a faint sound of gasping in the woods.

The wind and rain are getting more and more urgent!

It seems that someone is listening to something carefully.

Gui Li only felt that a chill suddenly immersed in his heart and lungs. His whole body was cold, and there was a creepy strange feeling. It seems that this strange quietness is even more frightening than the shouting search just now.

After a while, a voice suddenly whispered, "Father, what's the matter? Did you hear something?"

Gui Li's heart was shocked, but he was very familiar with this voice. That was his former good friend, Zeng Shushu. After a moment, he knew who the elder who commanded this area at this moment was. It was Feng Huifeng's first Zeng Shuchang, that is, Zeng Shushu's father, and most of the disciples The disciple of Huifeng.

Uncle Zeng has often been famous for a long time, and he is indeed not an ordinary person. In this noisy wind and rain, he can still hear a little strange sound from ghosts. It's just that at this moment, in the dark jungle in front of him, he can't see five fingers, and there is no Even he couldn't help but doubt whether the slight abnormal sound he had just heard was wrong, or that many people searched together and caused some animals to run away.

After meditated for a moment, Uncle Zeng often frowned in the dark, waved his hand and said, "The disciples are separated and arranged in a row. The distance should not exceed three feet. Search forward slowly, and you can't miss a little gap."

Gui Li was shocked. After such a detailed search, he had almost no chance to escape. When he was frightened, he only heard the voice of Zeng Shushu with a little anxiety and said, "Father, this forest is so big that you send disciples here to search so intensively, can't you search other places?"

Uncle Zeng often said lightly, "I have my own reason. You don't have to say more. Go quickly."

Zeng Shushu was stunned in the dark and didn't dare to say more, so he had to turn around and move forward. In the dark, no one spoke for a while, but when he saw the bright spot, he slowly moved forward in the wind and rain, gradually turned into a long snake, and slowly pushed forward.

Somehow, the atmosphere in the forest suddenly became a little weird. When it was noisy just now, everyone was excited, but no one was afraid. At this moment, it was so quiet, but somehow it made people feel a little hairy.

Because of the magic weapons, the light of the magic weapons in the hands of Qingyun disciples generally cannot be irradiated far away, and the brightness is quite limited, but they are connected to each other and slowly advance. Soon, it is only two feet away from the hidden place of the ghost.

'Wait!'

Suddenly, Uncle Zeng often shouted loudly, and dozens of disciples distributed in the nearby Qingyun Mountain stopped at the same time. Zeng Shushu was shocked and walked to his father. With the help of the magic weapon, Uncle Zeng's face was full of solemnity.

'What's wrong, father?'

Uncle Zeng often looked deep into the dark depths in front of him, but what his eyes thought was not a hidden place. On the contrary, he looked at the distant and deep depths of the dense forest at the parallel front end.

In the deepest darkness, it seems that there is nothing, and it seems to be full of countless shadows and ghosts, roaring and dancing in the wind and rain.

'Somewhat inappropriate...' Under the tlight, the wrinkles on Uncle Zeng's face seemed to suddenly become deep, and there was some doubt in his eyes, but after all, he was not a mortal. After years of practice, he was determined. After snorting coldly, he had made a decision.

'Zeng', with a soft roar, everyone was shocked. Uncle Zeng often sacrificed the portable fairy sword. The sword light was silvery white, flashing in the dark wind and rain, bright and dazzling, which was completely different from those Qingyun disciples around him.

But when he saw that he was silent for a moment, he shouted, "I'll go ahead, and you won't change. You will still search in a row as you just said, but you need to follow me and don't get close."

At this moment, everyone knows that things are a little strange and wrong, but with Uncle Zeng Chang, everyone's heart is also regarded as the backbone. At present, Uncle Zeng Chang's face is solemn and walking in front of the team with a sword, and the people around him are still the same as before, but they keep a distance from Uncle Zeng

This strange team continues to move forward slowly like this.

The strange breath, as if in the dense forest of this stormy night, gasping gently...

'Woo...wow...'

It was like the roar of wind and rain, and it was like the roar of a beast, but suddenly in shock, he found that it seemed to be his heartbeat.

That heart seems to be beating faster and faster!

Uncle Zeng's old face reflected the light on the fairy sword, which became heavier and heavier. In the depths of the forest in front of him, there was a mysterious hostility. Although he felt a little vague and it seemed that he could not even be sure whether he was the enemy, the waves of strange palpitations in his heart still made him unable to

I haven't had that feeling for a long time. I still remember the last time, but it seemed that it was a hundred years ago. He and Tian Buyi waited for a few people to follow Changmen Wanjian's brother to rush into the wilderness and go straight to the nest of the demon religion? Time flies, it turns out that it has been so long in a blink of an eye...

But I don't know, has Brother Wan, who died young, been reincarnated now?

Such a strange idea suddenly came to his mind, and even he couldn't help but be a little surprised and funny. He took a deep breath and cheered up. Somehow, today is really a little different from the past!

'Boom!'

Another thunderbolt suddenly exploded. The power of heaven and earth shook the heaven and earth for a moment, as if the earth under his feet trembled a few times. Almost at the same time, a flash of lightning over the sky tore the sky, broke through the clouds and landed on the earth.

Like the sharp blade of the sky, cut to the world!

Everyone was shocked. The disciples were so excited that some of them couldn't control themselves. Suddenly, a man looked up at the sky and tripped under his feet. They fell down and almost scolded angrily. Unexpectedly, when he looked back, he saw that under the light of the sky, there was a muddy body in front of him, and he was motionless on the ground.

'Ah! ...' The voice was sad and suddenly sounded, 'This, here...'

'!' With a muffled sound, the disciple's cry was suddenly interrupted, but it was this moment that had already alarmed everyone, and he turned around and rushed over in an instant.

A dark shadow soared from the ground, but before he could stand firm, his body had shaken a few times and almost fell. In an instant, more than a dozen magic weapons have been hit with wind and rain.

Gui Li's heart was cold, but after all, he didn't want to wait to die. He gritted his teeth and ran forward. Unexpectedly, he only took a few steps. There was a sharp pain in his chest, and he couldn't hold on and fell down.

And there was a burst of cheers in the crowd behind him. When several Qingyun disciples had already rushed up, they reached out and grabbed the ghost.

At this time, suddenly, the darkness in the depths of the dense forest seemed to suddenly expand, like a strange beast roaring silently, and a flash of light flashed in the depths of darkness.

Uncle Zeng often enlarged his eyes in an instant, rushed forward immediately, and shouted harshly at the same time: 'Disciples, retreat, quickly!'

Before the disciples of Qingyun could react, they saw that Uncle Zeng had jumped into the depths of darkness in front of him alone. Originally, Uncle Zeng's hand had a dazzling light of the fairy sword, but after he ravaged himself into the darkness, he could no longer see the light of his fairy sword. He only heard the angry shouting and

When the disciples of Qingyun didn't know what to do, they shot a strange figure from the darkness in front of them and flew to the place where the ghost fell to the ground, and also the disciples of Qingyun. With the help of that glit of light, the figure was wrapped in a dark shadow all over his body, revealing only a pair of eyes, shining.

Qingyun's disciples shouted loudly one after another and drew their swords and rushed up. Unexpectedly, the way was extremely high, and he did not reach out to use magic weapons, but he grabbed the nearest Qingyun disciple with empty hands.

Although the disciple of Qingyun was not confused, he cut off the fairy sword in his hand with a sword. The man in black did not say a word, turned a blind eye, and the situation remained unchanged. In front of everyone, he grabbed the fairy sword in his hand. Everyone was shocked and didn't have time to react. The man trembled hard, and the Qingyun disciple who was fighting with him had flown out, and the fairy sword was actually robbed by this man.

This human behavior is so high that it is extremely tough. In the darkness ahead, Uncle Zeng often shouted angrily, but he seemed to be entangled and could not be separated to save him. On this strange night, it was incredible that many mysterious masters ambushed here.

Although the enemy's Taoism is extremely high, these Qingyun disciples are all from famous families, not ordinary disciples. In shock, no one ran away. Instead, they control the magic weapons one after another and rushed forward.

The man in black seemed to be a little anxious and impatient. His hand was full of strength. The robbed fairy sword suddenly shone brightly, far more than the scene in the hands of the young disciple just now, but he saw the brilliance flash and the roar of the wind. Unexpectedly, it was cut down in mid-air, and a grand The disciples of Qingyun shouted one after another, shouting, and all of them retreated to meet the enemy. Unexpectedly, although the man's voice was loud, he was just a bluff. He forced everyone to retreat a few steps with one move, let alone fight. He directly picked up the powerless and hung on the ground. I don't know if he had fainted and flew away to the darkness behind.

The people in Qingyun were shocked and angry. What was shocked was that the mysterious humanitarian walk out of the horizontal killing was so high that the angry ghost was robbed again. Gui Li is a big trouble for the confidant of Qingyunmen, and because of the relationship with Qingyunmen, Qingyunmen has long wanted to remove this person. He was robbed halfway. How could he stand this tone and chased him one after another.

Just chased after him. Suddenly, he heard a roar, and the bright light flashed and shot from the darkness. In everyone's eyes, as if the sword light seemed to shoot at him, he quickly stopped to meet the enemy. Only Zeng Shushu rushed to fly up and pushed the sword away, but he felt that the palm of his hand was shaken greatly and he couldn't help taking a step back, but the sword was also beaten by him to change the direction and rushed straight to the sky. After a moment, he fell down and stuck it upside down in the mud. It was the fairy sword

And with this delay, the man in black was already like a ghost. He quickly sank into the darkness in front of him, and Uncle Zeng, who was fiercely entangled in the darkness, suddenly roared at this moment, and someone snorted in the dark, and the blood suddenly appeared.

Everyone was shocked, and they didn't know whether Uncle Zeng was often injured or the enemy. The teacher was very kind. At this moment, he rushed forward one after another regardless of so much. It was only halfway that Uncle Zeng's figure had flashed out of the dark, fell to the ground, stopped them, and looked at his figure. Although the flashed was unobstructed, he staggered a little under his feet. At the same time, he gasped. This moment of fierce fighting was actually a great consumption for him.

He gasped for a moment and immediately whispered, "The enemy in front of him is extremely high, and there are a lot of people. You can't make a second!"

Zeng Shushu and other young disciples were cold in their hearts. They never thought that they would encounter such a situation in this place.

Uncle Zeng often stared at the darkness in front of him and said in a low voice, "Who are you? Why do you care about our Qingyunmen?" According to your Taoism, you must not be an unknown person. Why don't you meet and talk!'

The wind and rain are strong, lightning and thunder, but somehow, the darkness in the depths of the dense forest is as strong as ink that can't melt at all.

No one answered Uncle Zeng's question, only the sound of wind and rain and the gasp of the disciples of Qingyun. Zeng Shushu quietly took a step and whispered, "Father, what are they from?"

Uncle Zeng often shook his head slightly and said in a low voice, "They deliberately hide their identity. What they use is not their own Taoism, and they can't see it for a moment."

With that, he frowned, raised his voice and shouted, "Don't you show up yet?"

The sound echoed far away in the dense forest, but after all, no one answered. Uncle Zeng often suddenly changed his color and stamped his feet and said, "Oh, fall into the trick!"

With that, he flew over, and the fairy sword was shining, but this time it shot directly around, and there was no shadow. Obviously, those people had all retreated. They came like the wind, and the robbers left immediately. Obviously, they had a plan and planned for a long time.

Uncle Zeng Chang sighed and fell down. Zeng Shushu commanded the other disciples to continue to search around to see if he could find any clues. He asked Uncle Zeng in a low voice, 'Father, what's wrong?'

Uncle Zeng often had a trace of disappointment on his face, and then sighed: 'Although the fight was hasty just now, I vaguely feel that these people are not using the magic Taoism. Besides, if the people in the magic religion save the ghosts, they don't have to hide. But what kind of person wants to save this demon! And there are a lot of people. Is it so high?'

After saying that, he frowned and thought deeply. Zeng Shushu was speechless. Looking back, he saw the dense forest, and the future was dark. How could he see anything?

But I don't know who are the people who robbed the ghosts? But no matter what, Zeng Shushu walked forward and said to himself quietly. It's always better than falling into the hands of Qingyunmen...

He thought like this. On this stormy night, deep in the dense forest, he seemed to recall what he looked like ten years ago when he first saw the ghost at Tongtianfeng in Qingyun Mountain.

For a long time, he sighed in the dark and continued to walk forward. No matter what happens in the future, we will always keep moving forward now.

At the other end of the unknown dense forest, in the depths of darkness, there is another strange black figure looking at Uncle Zeng from afar. It is Mr. Ghost.

His eyes seemed to be surprised at this moment, and he was also very confused. After thinking deeply, he was still puzzled. After a long time, he saw that the search scope of these Qingyun disciples was getting larger and larger, but the discerning people knew at a glance that this was already a precursor to giving up. In such a search, how could he find people in this big dense forest?

Sure enough, but after a while, Uncle Zeng's voice had sounded again: 'It's all, you all come back!'

The disciples of Qingyun were obviously eager to hear this sentence, and they all went back one after another. Mr. Ghost looked at the field in the distance. Uncle Zeng often counted the crowd, and then turned around and led the disciples to the direction of Qingyun Mountain, gradually disappeared into the dense forest.

He slowly appeared out of the darkness, but his eyes drifted into the distance, looking at the direction of the mysterious group of people in black, and staring deeply.

In the wind and rain, there seemed to be a low voice: 'Is there anyone interested in him...'