Chapter 328

Chapter 328

"Shua!"

A golden light cut through the sky, tearing through the darkness, and was moving forward rapidly.

This person was Xiao Huohuo, who was on his way, and at this moment he was carrying a strong murderous intent.

This terrifying murderous intent made some crows staying in the trees croak and flee from here.

Xiao Huohuo went all the way forward, following the breath, hoping to find the person who killed Wang Wei.

He was not a saint, and if he was not strong enough, he would never easily deal with the person who killed Wang Wei.

However, the remaining breath of that person did not reach the level of Qi Saint, so Xiao Huohuo was sure to avenge Wang Wei, so he dared to chase alone.

"Brother Wang Wei, I will avenge you for this, so that you will not be lonely on the road to the underworld!" Xiao Huohuo's voice spread in the air.

…………

At the same time.

Deep in the Black Wind Mountains.

A figure carrying a huge coffin appeared here.

He came to the outside of a cave, stopped, and then took out a white jade bottle from his arms. He opened the white jade bottle, and some purple mist came out of it, filling the air.

This is the highly toxic liquid of their Xuanyin Sect. If an ordinary strong man smells this kind of thing, he will almost die.

However, the one inside is a Qisheng-level monster, so it will not die, but can only be paralyzed for a short time.

As for Wuchang, he had already taken the antidote in advance.

"The thousand-year spiritual grass is mine, even a Qisheng-level monster can't stop me!" Wuchang grinned and watched the purple mist drift into the cave.

Outside the cave, some crawling ants touched the purple mist and died instantly. Even a Qizong tenth-level monster not far away accidentally smelled a breath of purple mist.

The monster immediately turned purple all over and fell to the ground.

After releasing these highly toxic liquids, it took about three minutes for Wuchang to rush directly into the cave.

His speed was extremely fast, just like a flying bird, and he rushed inside in an instant.

Entering the depths of the cave, there was no light here, and it was pitch black around, but there was a flame on his hand, which was a faint blue flame, giving people a strange atmosphere.

This flame illuminated his face, and under the illumination of such a fire, the whole person looked a little weird.

After driving forward for about ten minutes, he finally saw the light and saw the monster sleeping inside.

This monster was 10 meters tall, with pure white hair all over its body, like the legendary white tiger.

"Fortunately, I prepared the venom first!" Wuchang was still frightened.

Because he knew that this was a monster with a trace of white tiger blood, which was extremely terrifying.

A cultivator of his realm would be killed instantly when facing a monster of this level, and he would have no resistance at all.

"Where is the thousand-year-old spiritual grass?" Wuchang looked around and finally found that there was something glowing right in front of him.

A closer look revealed that the glowing grass was a herb, or more precisely, a golden herb that gave off a fragrance.

This fragrance made people feel refreshed after just one sniff, and it was simply a great tonic.

Wuchang grinned, put it in his pocket, and then prepared to leave directly.

He couldn't afford to offend this monster with the blood of the white tiger. If the other party found out that he had stolen this thousand-year-old spiritual herb, it would definitely eat him alive.

Wuchang knew it well, so he immediately started to leave. He carried the huge coffin on his back, but his body was like a light swallow, jumping quickly, and soon he walked back to the exit.

After leaving the cave, his hanging heart was also put down, and he was not so nervous.

In the cave, he had to prevent the monster with the blood of the white tiger from waking up. Once it woke up, he would be the one to die.

But now there is no such worry, and now he just needs to leave here quickly.

Wuchang was heading out of the Black Wind Mountains, wanting to leave this place as soon as possible, but he didn't walk far when he suddenly felt a hot breath coming from behind him.

He turned around and saw a figure stepping on golden flames. The figure also had golden flames in his hands and clenched his fists.

That fist was like a burning little sun, fierce and blazing, frightening him so much that his hair stood on end and his whole body went cold.

You have to know that as a disciple of the Xuanyin Sect, he cultivated the Yin Sha Qi. Facing this extremely strong and yang true Qi, he was completely restrained.

"Die!"

Wuchang roared, and a strange blood shadow appeared behind him. This blood shadow was completely condensed by his Yin Sha Qi. It was a ghost.

ThatThe ghost exuded a sinister ghost wind, as if it had crawled out of hell.

The ghost's five fingers were covered in blood, and it exuded a sharp and sinister blood aura that made people's scalps numb.

This was a kind of yellow-level king-grade martial arts he practiced, the Ghost Demon Divine Art.

This was something that all the inner disciples of the Xuanyin Sect could practice, and it was extremely powerful when used, like a ghost summoned from hell.

This ghost also exuded an astonishing stench, like the smell of a corpse exposed to the sun for hundreds of days.

Ordinary people might vomit or even faint after smelling it.

But Xiao Huohuo did not feel any discomfort, his eyes were indifferent, and there was only an extremely sharp murderous aura on his body.

This murderous aura swept in like a gust of wind, and finally turned into his anger. His fist light fell on the ghost's body and collided with it.

"Boom!"

The original spot exploded, bursts of breath were emitted, and streams of air blew the surrounding trees to both sides.

After the wave was dissipated, Xiao Huohuo landed on a century-old tree not far away, with a cold look in his eyes, staring at Wuchang.

Wuchang looked solemn, and the ghosts condensed behind him did not dissipate, but they were already a little illusory and could not withstand the next attack at all.

"Who are you?"

Wuchang put the black coffin in his hand on the ground and asked.

"It seems that you have offended many people. I don't know who wants to seek revenge on you!" Xiao Huohuo sneered.

Wuchang's eyes flashed with a trace of murderous intent, and he said: "I, Wuchang, have always been reckless in doing things. I have killed countless people and done crazy things."

"I have so many enemies, why should I remember them all?"

"Besides, I have enough strength and am not afraid of revenge from you people. If you want my life, come and take it!"

He spoke in an extremely arrogant manner, and it seemed that he did not take Xiao Huohuo seriously at all.

Xiao Huohuo was not angry, but smiled and said: "I will come to take your life, but have you cleaned your neck and waited? Otherwise, I think your neck is dirty!"

Wu Chang was completely broken after hearing this. He felt that Xiao Huohuo was too much. He dared to say such a thing. Could it be that this person really thought he was sure to defeat him?

He was blessed with luck, and he was able to escape danger every time. He even had a high probability of breaking through to the Qi Saint realm.

He didn't believe that he would fall in the Black Wind Mountains.

Xiao Huohuo said nothing, then stepped on the ground, the ground shattered, and a large stone flew up.

Then it was wrapped in golden true qi, spinning at high speed, and suddenly turned into a stream of light, then tore the air and emitted a roar.

"Bang!"

The stone was in mid-air, and the ghost condensed behind Wu Chang stretched out his palm to grab and explode.

But before he could feel proud, he saw another golden fist. This time, the ghost only resisted for a moment before being shattered by the golden fist light.

Xiao Huohuo sighed, thinking that the power of the Eight-Step Divine Fist was still too small. Even if he had cultivated to the pinnacle, he still had to use two moves to break the ghost condensed by the opponent.

"Open!"

Wuchang saw Xiao Huohuo break his moves so easily, and suddenly roared and slapped the black coffin with one palm.

A large amount of black ice evil energy suddenly emerged from the black coffin, and these Yin evil energy drilled into his body.

Replenish the Yin evil energy he had just consumed.

"This is a first-grade spiritual treasure of mine, which can replenish the Yin evil energy in my body at least three times!" Wuchang smiled grimly, trying to make Xiao Huohuo retreat.

Behind him, a large amount of Yin evil energy condensed again and turned into a black ghost.

"Spiritual treasure?"

According to Xiao Huohuo's memory, spiritual treasures are divided into four levels in total. The first-grade spiritual treasure corresponds to the Qi Sect, the second-grade spiritual treasure corresponds to the Qi Saint, and so on.

However, Xiao Huohuo is not afraid, after all, he still has a trump card, the Golden Crow's Sorrow.

Xiao Huohuo was ready to kill the impermanence in front of him, but at this moment, a long howl suddenly came from not far away.

This long howl was very far away at first, but after a few breaths, it was about to reach this place.

Then the sound wave power, like thunder roaring, shook the Black Wind Mountains and the ground was shaking violently, as if an earthquake had come.

Xiao Huohuo's face became slightly solemn.

Because he heard that a peerless master had come, such a strong and extremely powerful true qi could not be emitted by the Qi Sect at all.

Then there is only one answer, that is, the one who made this sound is definitely a terrifying Qi Saint.

Xiao Huohuo suppressed the sound fromHe looked at the Qi that was about to burst out, and saw a person not far away.

It was a young man who looked very imposing. He was wearing a blue robe with a trident-like pattern carved on it.

The aura emanating from his body made people feel a sense of oppression from the depths of their souls.

Moreover, he came from the void, and built a ladder with his strong Qi.

He glanced at Wuchang coldly. When he met the man's eyes, Wuchang's heart sank, and his face turned pale instantly.

"Qi Sheng!"

He almost trembled when he said this, and the fear in his heart was beyond words.

"You deserve to die for killing my Haihuang Sect disciple!"

As soon as the voice fell.

Before Wuchang could react, he saw a terrifying Qi burst out. This Qi was completely liquid and turned into a huge palm.

A slap directly hit Wuchang's body, and the strong man of Xuanyin Sect was instantly slapped to pieces, and he didn't even have time to scream.

This was also the first time that Xiao Huohuo saw a strong man at the level of Qi Sheng take action, which was completely different from the Qi Zong.

Then his eyes fell on Xiao Huohuo and said, "You are not a disciple of the Haihuang Sect, why do you have my Haihuang Sect's storage ring?"

Xiao Huohuo instantly felt that he was locked by an invincible breath. If he dared to tell a lie, he would be the next to die.

"This was given to me by Wang Wei. He and I are good friends." Xiao Huohuo said truthfully.

The strong man looked at Xiao Huohuo and felt that Xiao Huohuo was not lying.

At his level, just feeling the fluctuations of his mood can tell whether he is lying or not.

When a normal person lies, his mood will definitely fluctuate a little.

"Leave this place quickly!"

The young strong man restrained his breath and did not even pick up the storage ring on the ground.

After all, for a strong man like him, he would not even look at ordinary storage rings.

After getting rid of Wuchang, his body turned into a blue light and went in the direction where Wuchang had just come from.

Judging from this situation, perhaps this strong man was just passing by here, and he probably wanted to kill the Qisheng-level monster.

Xiao Huohuo picked up the storage ring on the ground and left silently.

Just a quarter of an hour after Xiao Huohuo left, the young man returned here again, and at this moment he had a bloody smell on his body.

"I didn't expect that the thousand-year-old spiritual grass was stolen, causing me to fight the Qisheng-level Netherworld White Tiger in vain!"

The young man felt that he was very unlucky. He fought hard, but got nothing in the end.

Later, he changed his mind and felt that the one who stole the spiritual grass was most likely the guy from Xuanyin Sect. He didn't expect that when he came back, he found that there was nothing.

"Forget it, it's just a thousand-year-old spiritual herb. Even if I can't complete this sect mission, I can change to another one!"

Although the young man was unwilling, he didn't know how to find Xiao Huohuo now, so he decided to change a mission by himself.

That's right, a true disciple like him must do a sect mission every year, and he can choose freely.

The more difficult the mission, the more rewards you get.

Now that the mission to seize the thousand-year-old spiritual herb has failed, you can only find a more difficult mission.

………

On the other side.

Xiao Huohuo has left the Black Wind Mountains. He is now on the top of a mountain, blowing the strong wind blowing in his face.

These strong winds made him feel very comfortable and refreshed.

Xiao Huohuo did not put Wuchang's head in front of Wang Wei's grave, because Wuchang had been beaten to death alive, and there was no complete body left, and even the head could not be found.

Most of the other party's body was beaten into a bloody mist.

Although Wuchang was not killed by him, it was also a revenge for Wang Wei.

Xiao Huohuo took out a storage ring from his arms, then injected his true energy into it. Suddenly, his eyes lit up because he saw a grass shining with golden light.

The grass contained amazing energy.