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Flying at low altitude for more than [-] miles along the periphery of the Luobaoling Great Forest, Zhang Wenfeng buried three spirit stones with his aura on the road to confuse the fortune-teller's speculation.

With the advice of the monk, an expert, he wanted to make the fortune-tellers of the Wu tribe vomit blood from exhaustion.

Turning to fly north, and buried two spiritual stones.

He covered up his scent with the vitality of plants and trees he absorbed, and then turned to the south for a circle, approaching the Changqing River that flows southeast from the Great Liang.

The river is more than twice as wide, and water from mountain streams flows in from time to time.

In the big forest, he flew along the river, and it was not easy to get lost.

He didn't dare to fly high in the sky, so he had to use the trees to fly low, so as not to be seen from afar.

As they went deeper into Luobaoling forest, they encountered more little monsters on both sides of the river bank.

From time to time, there would be little monsters jumping out of the jungle and between the branches and leaves of the trees to attack, but he quickly dodged them with the Jiugong step and swung them away. He didn't want to leave obvious clues.

Flying for more than three hundred miles, a few spiritual energy stones were buried along the way, and he came to the "ghost canyon" he had preset.

The Changqing River is divided into two here, going their separate ways.

It was almost dawn, so I went around ten miles away and buried two Spiritual Qi Stones respectively, and then returned to the towering forest on the hillside opposite the canyon, found a big tree branch with lush foliage in a hidden place facing the east, and sat cross-legged on it. On the first day, use supernatural powers to enter a still state, absorb the breath of big trees to cover yourself, and slowly adjust your breath to get rid of distracting thoughts.

He used the Wood Concealment Technique, and no matter how much someone scans with their spiritual sense nearby, it is impossible to find his trace.

But for a while, he couldn't integrate with the breath of the big tree for a long time. At the critical moment, his ability to be ineffective at times and ineffective was no longer effective. Even though his heart was calm, he was still a little anxious.

He warned himself not to be in a hurry, closed his eyes and recited scriptures silently, washing himself with invisible golden light.

I believe that there are arrangements along the way, which can make the fortune-tellers who track and calculate consume a lot of energy in different sections of the road. Those who calculate the secrets will calculate too much in a short period of time. .

The sun is coming out.

In the sky, there were several monks who scanned and searched with their spiritual sense.

They flew staggered, not letting go of any shady place, especially caves, and they must search and search again and again.

The rising sun penetrated through the gaps in the layers of leaves, and sprinkled spots on the body and face of Zhang Wenfeng, who was sitting still in meditation. Zhang Guanzhu, who had adjusted his breath for a long time, suddenly had a pale green, and the exposed skin on his face and hands turned green. There is no breathing.

He finally managed to merge with the big tree below him before many monks from the Witch Clan came to explore the sky above.

"Hey, no, why did you suddenly lose your sense of vitality?"

A young man in a white robe in the air was holding an ancient bronze mirror with strange runes drawn in his hand. A white needle suspended on it suddenly turned around without warning, and he couldn't control it no matter what.

"Mr. Qi, did you find anything?"

Someone looked at the white-robed divination master and asked aloud.

The white-robed fortune-teller waved his hand, signaling not to disturb his train of thought, and murmured, "That guy is too cunning, so he figured out a little bit of clues, and achieved results with the method of 'asking fate from the source'. The early detection was broken, hey, life is hard, and I have to use "divination and push" to track it again. That guy is so suspicious, and Lao Gu is exhausted... When he is caught, he must hang him upside down Get up and light the sky lanterns, it's too disgusting."

Putting away the bronze mirror used for "asking fate", the fortune teller in white robe rubbed his face vigorously with both hands.

Coming from Changxi City, without a rest all night, he worked hard to calculate all the way, he felt a little exhausted, but there was no way, the Great Elder issued the "black blood must kill order", no matter how tired he had to persevere.

That hateful Niubi must be killed to avoid future troubles!

It's terrifying to think about being able to kill the defender head-on with one's own strength. I really don't know what method that guy used?

It is said that two powerful magic weapons were used, and they can only be used once each time.

I don't know if it's true or not?

He took out five thickly coated "dominoes" and rubbed them in his hands for a while. The white-robed divination master closed his eyes and a mist gushed out of his body.

Beside the fortune-teller in white robe, there is a middle-aged man in black robe with a serious face, carrying a black sword on his back, looking around, he is responsible for guarding the safety of the fortune-teller.

Chaoyang dyed the fortune teller a bright red color, and the folds of his robe were particularly obvious. After a long time of calculation, the fortune teller in white opened his eyes, pointed to the east, and said, "More than ten miles ahead, I found Thief breath."

My heart groaned, it was probably another spiritual stone buried in the ground.

Lao Gu was teased so many times, and all he found with great efforts were spirit stones, so he was very angry.

A group of people divided into two, one group flew east without stopping, and the other five maintained formation in the air, followed step by step and searched with their spiritual sense, not letting go of any suspicious places.

Like this team, there are two other teams around a hundred miles away, and they can support each other at any time.

The opponents are too vicious, and they dare not search too widely.

There are also three teams of masters lying in ambush at the edge of the Luobao forest, on the way back to the east and northeast of Da'an, waiting for the boy to jump in if they set up a net and set up many suspicious formations.

Chapter 465

Before leaving, the white-robed fortune teller turned his head and glanced at the densely forested Ghost Shadow Canyon, and his heart twitched slightly. Could it be that the kid is hiding here?Greeting the five remaining people, he said: "Brother Xun, please search the Ghost Shadow Canyon twice more. The thief is cunning and has already played tricks several times."

The middle-aged man surnamed Xun nodded. Mr. Qi must have a reason for saying so.

With just one look from him, the other four immediately fell towards the Ghost Shadow Mountain where the two rivers were facing each other.

The canyon was deep and secluded, and the river breeze was cool. The five people made some arrangements on the beams of the ridge, lined up about [-] feet apart from top to bottom, and searched carefully at the bottom of the canyon with their spiritual combs, stepping on the treetops and branches. From time to time, water mist, yellow dust and other small spells are thrown, from the gaps in the leaves, deep into the hillside ground covered by rotten leaves below, and finally penetrate into the ground, truly digging three feet into the ground.

From time to time, there were birds and wild animals flying away in the dense forest, and occasionally there were little monsters who were forced by the aura of the monk above to run away in a panic.

Zhang Wenfeng sat cross-legged on a branch of a tree, motionless, the water mist drifted away, and was blown to one side by the invisible breeze, not falling on the dark green robe on his body.

Even with his eyes closed, he can still use this forest on the hillside to sense movement within hundreds of feet.

The first time is raw and the second time is familiar. After so many years of communication and understanding with the trees, he has been able to control the severity of them very well, and will not let the upper level wizard notice his indifferent prying.

This feeling is very comfortable and natural for him, and he uses the "indifference" of trees to observe the futility of human beings.

All the love, hatred, and mistyness seem to have become a passing cloud.

He stays away from right and wrong and enjoys the sunshine and moisture.

Time seems to have slowed down. After the humans searched, the birds flew back chirping. The wild animals and little monsters were frightened and fled far away, making it difficult to turn back.

Around noon, I found two spiritual energy stones ten miles to the east. After searching for more than ten miles around there for a long time, the white-robed fortune teller and four people returned to Ghost Shadow Mountain. Ten people lined up and searched from the beginning again. , back and forth until the sun goes down and the twilight rises everywhere.

"Thank you for your hard work, let's rest for a while, the thief hides during the day, maybe he will reappear at night?"

The white-robed fortune-teller would not admit that the heartstrings of that moment were weak.

The motion perception was wrong, he had to maintain his instinctive confidence in his divination, and call his slightly complaining companions to drop down on the ridge.

He didn't want to waste so much time and energy, and it was thankless.

It's just that the opponent is too cunning and hides too deeply. He suspects that the thief has other hidden treasures?

There is another problem that I can't figure out. Since the thief has this treasure, how can he expose his aura and play with them for half the night?Is this fun?

The Great Elder sent a message saying that the thief was able to escape safely from the territory of the Great Liang Dynasty, all the way covered by qi, and it has been found out that he was wearing the "heaven-avoiding" bamboo hat from Tianshan Temple. Now the bamboo hat has returned to Tianshan Temple, that is to say There is no monk secretly helping.

This also confirmed their guess that the bald donkey of Tianshan Temple colluded with outsiders to spoil the good things of their Wu clan.

A few years ago, the Wu Clan had received news from the demon cultivators of the Broken Moon Demon Forest. Monk Fayuan of Tianshan Temple had a good relationship with Taoist Zhang. donkey.

Because Fa Yuan has supernatural powers, he was one of the only fourth-order monks of the Shi family in the Great Liang Dynasty.

There are some conflicts between the Wu family and the Shi family, and it has not yet reached the point of war.

For some things, hold your nose and bear it first, and it will not be too late to settle accounts together when you find an opportunity later.

The man surnamed Xun landed next to the white-robed divination master, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Qi, is that thief still hiding here?"

The white-robed fortune teller nodded profoundly.

The black-robed man's eyes were sharp, and he glanced around. It was getting dark, he must be responsible for Mr. Qi's safety, and prevent the thieves in the dark from attacking Mr. Qi.

Ten people sat and chatted scatteredly on the ridge, and after a while, suddenly several people jumped into the air at the same time.

"There is a change over there!"

"Fight!"

Brilliant magic spells, sword lights, and sword qi slammed into the deep forest near the bottom of the canyon. In just an instant, it burned the place into a sea of ​​flames, with tree debris burning and mud and rocks collapsing.

Most of the witches in the air showed excited expressions.

They guarded this area like an iron bucket, to see where the kid is going to escape?

Zhang Wenfeng on the big tree on the hillside was hidden in the darkness, and he didn't move at all. He just casually controlled the roots of the tree hundreds of feet away from the slope, protruding out of the ground to stir a little.

How to make people who have a busy day

class idle?

Gotta get them to find something to do.

Since Wu Xiu searched back and forth, there was a risk of exposure.

After waiting for a long time, the flames burned to the nearby forest, and the boy did not escape in a hurry as they imagined.

The white-robed fortune teller frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "Put out the fire, he's not there."

The man surnamed Xun waved his sleeves, and the flames were all extinguished with one blow, and with another wave of his hand, the river below rolled up and turned into rain.

Everyone was having a fuss, and just as they returned to the ridge, there was an obvious movement from the bottom of the canyon on the other side of the southwest. Everyone looked at each other and did not move rashly, looking at the white-robed divination master who was frowning.

Strange noises came from the bottom of the canyon in other directions, like monsters and ghosts, it was extremely difficult to catch what was causing trouble, it was like ghosts and ghosts, or many things were threatening them.

The black-robed man who had been silently guarding the fortune teller suddenly said, "This place is called Ghost Shadow Mountain, and the canyons on both sides are called 'Ghost Shadow Canyon'. It's normal for some ghosts to haunt us."

Everyone suddenly realized that they didn't remember this move. It should be the ghosts in the river who were making trouble. Those ghosts didn't want them to rest here, so they deliberately made noise at the bottom of the canyon.

"Little ghost, if you dare to make noise and harass again, I will accept you as I did!"

A burly man in a dark red robe drank from the river in the canyon below.

The echoes were stirring, and the river was splashing, which lasted for a long time.

The white-robed divination master listened for a while, and all the changes disappeared. He guessed that his perception was wrong, and the boy was not hiding here, and raised his voice: "I will borrow the precious place to rest for a night, and I won't bother you tomorrow, forgive me, forgive me !"

Good words are warm in the winter, and bad words hurt the cold in June.

Even if they have a large number of people, they cannot bully the ghosts who have occupied this place for many years. There are many strange things in Luobaoling Great Forest. Even in the outer and fringe areas, they must be in awe.

Nothing strange happened overnight.

The fortune-teller in white robe held the "domino" and the bronze mirror "asking fate", and waited all night without noticing the boy's trace. None gained.

They had no choice but to lead the people to continue searching along the river going east.

It's so weird, where did you hide?

Chapter 466 If you do mental arithmetic but don't care

Zhang Wenfeng, who merged with the breath of spiritual consciousness and the trees, indifferently "watched" the group of people flying into the air and heading east. He was indifferent, stretched the branches and leaves to welcome the sun and dew, took root in the earth, and kept company with the breeze and bright moon.

No thought, no memory, no awareness of the passage of time.

The escaped little beasts and demons reappeared in the verdant forest, and the mountain resumed its former bustle.

The law of the jungle preys on the strong, the battles are endless, and unknown things happen every day.

On the night of the full moon, there will be many ghostly green shadows climbing up from the bottom of the canyon river, making strange sounds like laughing and crying, and forming a circle in a dark place where the moonlight cannot reach to perform mysterious worship.

The woods above and below the mountain were dead silent, and even insects did not dare to chirp.

Zhang Wenfeng watched everything that happened in the entire Ghost Shadow Mountain. His existence did not affect the lives of all wild animals, monsters, and ghosts. Even if there were birds standing on his shoulders, they would not be able to find that it was a living person.

Winter goes to spring, old leaves fall and new ones sprout.

On an evening when the sun was setting, Zhang Wenfeng got up slowly and walked out from among the dense branches and leaves.

The turquoise skin slowly faded as he walked, and a dark green flame ignited silently. In a moment, it burned away the filth all over his body, his chin had a bushy beard, and his long hair was disheveled. Compared with before, his whole person was a little more Rough and rough.

Take out a bamboo hat from the Nawu space and put it on, walk through the deep canyon out of thin air, reach the opposite side, and fly along the Taotao River to the east.

He couldn't remember how long the days had passed, but vaguely remembered that there were two full moons.

This practice experience is very different from the one at the top of Caomuling Mountain.

After several years of tempering, his state of mind has become solid and stable, and he will not be unknowingly affected by trees without knowing it like last time. He can maintain indifferent sobriety, enjoy the natural wind, rain, sunshine and breeze, and be in it all the time. Subtle growth.

After leaving the customs, although he was full of wooden energy and remained indifferent, there were no distracting thoughts in his mind.

After such a long time, the Wu Clan chased and blocked his monks, should he go back?

It is impossible for those people not to do anything, wandering in the wilderness forest every day, and the fortune teller does not have the energy to calculate and spend such a long time every day. It is relatively safer for him to return now.

Pick up the vitality of the trees along the way at random to replenish energy for ancient coins.

He didn't continue to practice because his cultivation level had reached the critical point of balance with his state of mind, which was only a little short of the late stage of the state of ease. He learned a lot from a pit, and he wouldn't fall into the same pit twice.