Although far away from the depths of the underground branches, Duoduomur's laughter was as gentle as a magical sound, lingering in Guan Guang's ears.

A wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and a weak consciousness floated in his mind.

Guan Guang just wanted to get out of the tree hole right now, no matter what, he bumped around.

The blood on the corners of his mouth was overflowing. Just as Guan Guang's consciousness was about to dissipate, he only remembered the loud crash sound coming from his ears.

Then he fainted, and then woke up, and he found himself somewhere among the trees.

Guan Guang was gasping heavily, feeling his limbs sore and unable to exert force.

Guan Guang struggled to lean against the tree trunk, "I'm shocked. I was unconscious before, and I don't know if Duoduomu's bastard came out!"

Looking at the trajectory of the stars in the sky, it should have only been half a moment.

Duoduomur, the paranoid man, should have not come out yet. "No, I must tell Wuhun quickly, this madman!"

Now he finally knew how the corpses hanging on the tree died. He was really not afraid of retribution, so he actually used a living body to do experiments...

"After that, well, I fell down, you know it."

Wuhun followed Guan Guang intently, moving quickly.

There are a lot of messages brought back by Guan Guang, and Wuhun can't digest them for a while.

There seems to be someone behind Duoduomer, and the mastermind behind the scenes is controlling everything. Where can Duoduomer learn such top-level magic skills? Is he still a person in the demonic path? You must know that the seventy-two realms of the world are quite repulsive of magic skills. As long as one side appears, he will definitely be bombarded by all directions. The magic skills are listed as a forbidden book, where did he get them?

Now this matter seems even more difficult. Duoduomur is a member of the Holy Lord, and has an affair with the Demon Sect and is intricate in power, which makes the clearer road dark, with gold mixed in the darkness, and this heresy must be eliminated immediately.

"What a lunatic, he actually used a living person to conduct genetic experiments. Once, no, it would be a disaster."

"Go away quickly, it's best to block him in the tree hole and kill him, so that we can also reduce the trouble."

Wuhun and Guan were like the wind under their feet, and their toes were on the grass. With the strength of the grass, their qualities increased a lot.

Soon, they came to the bushes and the two of them followed the original marks and searched all the way.

Guan Guang opened the door of the tree hole with a familiarity, and the two rushed in.

Wuhun lay on the ground, listening with his ears on his ears.

"Well, is Duoduomu leaving?"

There was nothing in the tree hole, only their heavy breathing sound.

Wuhun nodded at Guan Guang, and the two of them jumped out like fast cheetahs.

The two soldiers were divided into two groups, with no soul in front and Guan Guang stayed behind.

The two decided to hide behind Guan Guangju in the trunk of a dense tree, taking the opportunity to assassinate, while Wuhun went to attract people.

The soulless body dispersed like mist, and his trunk was filled with his phantoms, coming and going like the wind.

After a few flips in the air, Wuhun gently landed in front of the trunk that Guan Guang had peeped at last.

Through the dense tree trunk, everything in front was uncovered in the soulless eyes.

A piece of open space appeared in front of it, surrounded by branches and four large sinks were neatly placed on the open space. As for what it was inside, it was impossible to see clearly.

"Well, where is the person? Why is Duoduomu missing?"

Wuhun looked around, but there was no trace of Duoduomu.

"Where did the old guy go?" Wuhun jumped out of the tree trunk, came to the sink, and glanced around.

"Well, where can he go? Is he gone? It's wrong!"

Wuhun saw three incense sticks inserted on the edge of the sink, Wuhun squatted and gently touched the incense head with his hands.

There is a red dot on the thumb of the left hand. The fragrance is still hot and the fragrance head is also solidified. Judging from the length of the fragrance, the person who lights the fragrance does not last long.

At such a moment, even if he is familiar with the path, he will never be able to get out of this twists and turns of tree trunk array.

"He hasn't walked out yet, so it's not good that Guan Guang may be in danger!"

The moment Wuhun turned around, a cold and faint three-edged fork floated quietly from Wuhun's left.

Sounds, a sharp blade slashed through the flesh. Just when the cold edges seemed to touch and didn't touch, Wuhun seemed to have some information. His heartbeats trembled, and his subconscious body shook to the side. The short fork that originally pierced the back of his heart, and the ghostly slid across the back of his heart.

However, Wuhun's body was still cut by the tip of the triangular fork, and the wound was turned outward, and blood beads dripped from the hem of the collar to the ground.

Wuhun kicked his feet, leaned back, and floated back forty-five degrees. At the same time, he was out of the sheath under his ribs, flipped his hands, rotated the short blade in his hand, and the wind was overflowing in the narrow space.

The stern sword light swept backward like a strong wind.

The soulless hands were interspersed like butterflies, and in an instant, hundreds of swords were turned out.

Wuhun turned around and squatted on the ground, covering the wound on his left shoulder with his left hand, and looked up at the swaying figure in the center of the sword.

There was a constant tinging sound, and the man in black was hidden in the vague fog of swords. I don’t know what he did, but the swordstorm slowly floated backwards.

Hey, Wuhun let out a light cry in his heart. Wuhun thought that the person who came would kill the knife, but he didn't expect that he could block it so easily. Moreover, from his figure, this person seemed not the old guy Duoduomur.

This man was dressed in black and covered with black gauze. He was tall and strong, and he was a little taller than Duoduo Muer, but he was not as strong as him and he was a little thinner.

He is not Duoduomuer, who will be who can still know here?

Wuhun was suspicious and held the short blade in his hand back, crossing it to protect it in front of his chest. Almost every subtle movement touched the wound.

A few more drops of blood seeped out of the wound that had just been touched by Wuhun’s acupoint to stop bleeding.

Wuhun snorted coldly, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

"Hehehe", the black-robed guest sneered and shook the short fork in his hand, "Hmph, why don't you know why I'm here? Which one should I answer first!"

The black-robed guest swayed his short fork frivolously and wandered leisurely among the sinks.

Finally, the black-robed guest sat on the sink, playing with a cool short fork, which was alive in his hands, like a dancer on the tip of a knife, dancing constantly.

"I think it's not necessary for a dying person to know so much. Anyway, don't treat me as the stupid pig Duoduomur, Hum, that pig is really funny, Hum, if it weren't for the Lord's plan, let him be a pawn and study these things, you think that with his pig brain, you can have such a genius idea. Hum, a guy who doesn't have enough to do anything more than to do anything can mess with these little things. Well, haha, kid, you've been hurt like this, and you want to fight with me, not bad, I just like this look, stubborn and unyielding, and with a little resentment, it's interesting to kill someone like you!"

Wuhun stared at the black-robed guest with anger in his eyes. He could think of such a cruel experiment, a person who used hundreds of innocent lives as bait, hum, as his subordinates, is not a good handle.

Wuhun held the short blade tightly and roared, "Ah, look at the knife!"

The soulless body was as fast as the wind, with two blades hanging on the sound of the wind, and he rushed towards the black-robed guest.

The black-robed guest smiled, "Boy, your skills are already very good at your age, but you are still much worse than me."

Just when the soulless sword touched the black-robed guest's body, the black-robed guest's body suddenly faded and was disappearing bit by bit.

Finally, it turned into a phantom and disappeared into the air. The short knife stabbed in the air. There was no blood splashing, no sense of flesh and blood. There was only a sound of surprise left.

"How could this happen? What's going on? What's the skill?"

"Haha, stop looking for it, boy, don't know, I'm behind you."

"Not good", Wuhun was shocked, but he wanted to hide but couldn't do it anymore.

The fierce fist wind had arrived, and the strong wind behind Wuhun teared his clothes apart.

Mixed with Black Wind's fist, it sturdyly hit the soulless behind.

Wuhun felt that all the six internal organs were turning, and a stream of blood was forced out of the body.

Wuhun was thrown heavily to the ground, and another stream of blood was spurting out.

Just as Wuhun was blown away by his fist, the black-robed guest had a silver cold light flashed, piercing Wuhun's throat.

The hazy fighting consciousness saved Wuhun's life again. The unavoidable blow made him dodge at a strange angle.

But another ray of red blood mist came from Wuhun's right shoulder, and at that time, it was scattered in the air.

Hey, the black-robed guest chuckled and said, "You are good boy, very good. No one has escaped my second attack yet. You are the first one. Should I feel honored!"

Cough cough, spitting blood on the ground.
Chapter completed!