The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

Recalling the bitterness of the past, and looking at the cannon fodder now, Murongchuan hummed a little tune comfortably.

There are many rogue cultivators blocking guns, and the Holy Cult of Blood Prison distracts the attention, so this trip is absolutely safe.

What a pleasant thing it is to have Feng's family to deal with difficulties, and to have the help of the Blood Prison Sacred Church when encountering things that you don't understand.

Of course, the only bad thing is that this silly girl Qi Muer is a bit crooked, and she really took him for a fool.

Apart from having to deal with her, Murong Chuan was extremely satisfied with the status quo, until those intentional or unintentional gazes passed by.

Murong Chuan was like a ball, jumping vertically between the bare mountains, humming a little tune in comfort, suddenly his whole body trembled.

Among the shadowy mountains, there was a pair of vicious, fierce, and violent eyes, staring at him with extremely vicious eyes.

The bone-piercing cold erupted from the inside out, as if he had been swept by endless malice just now, it almost froze Murong Chuan, and almost lost his ability to move.

The Taoist scriptures operated automatically, and instantly dispelled the coldness. Murong Chuan was only a little bit stagnant, and he completely regained his freedom.

Sudden surprise attack, Murong Chuan did not show any abnormality, he didn't know if there was really a monster peeping, or someone was doing something wrong.

It is the best choice and practice to respond to all changes with the same, and the best policy is to be careful.

"what!"

Just when Murong Chuan was on guard, a shrill scream came from behind him.

Murong Chuan turned his head suddenly, the front stopped for a while, and Fengyue and the others arrived in an instant.

There was nothing at the scene of the incident, only the screams that disappeared in the wind, and someone's blood.

In addition, there was not even a trace of clues at the scene, and no traces of fighting were seen.

It seemed that the man was fatally hit by one blow, and then the beast fled far away into the sky.

"what's the situation!"

Fengyue rushed to the scene of the incident, looked at the pool of blood, and asked with a frown.

Hu Tianguang frowned and said nothing, and the rest of the casual cultivators were also confused and didn't know why.

Since the team reunion, the main force has been divided into two parts, the Feng Family and the Blood Prison Sacred Church are in the front, and the loose cultivator group is behind.

However, several divine bridge-level monks followed closely behind Feng's family, so naturally they didn't know what happened at the end of the team.

Frowning in the extreme Shenqiao state, the few monks at the end of the team said tremblingly:
"I didn't see it clearly, but before the screams came out, we felt great malice, as if the ghosts were resentful towards the living beings."

When that person said this, all the monks were in an uproar, and the Holy Cult of Blood Prison even showed disdain.

Ghosts are just legends among ordinary people, and they can also be called monk souls, or souls that have been sacrificed with special techniques.

All the people present are monks, there are many ways to deal with the consciousness or soul, how can they be easily snatched away by the primordial spirit.

Not to mention the Holy Cult of Blood Prison, they are a cult themselves, and they have a lot of research on the souls of monks, so they can naturally tell whether the attacker is a ghost or not.

"It's not like a ghost attack."

The black-robed priest shook his head firmly. Although he didn't explain much, his opinion was very clear.

Fengyue frowned slightly, looked around her surroundings, and glanced at Murong Chuan intentionally or unintentionally.

As if he didn't see it, Murong Chuan hid behind Qi Mu'er to enjoy the blessings, and had no intention of helping her at all.

What a joke, it's hard to be clean for a while, how can I find trouble for myself.

Although the situation is very strange, neither the Feng family nor the Holy Cult of Blood Prison are good enemies. If this matter can't be dealt with, then don't go to the core palace to hunt for treasure.

"There are enemies around, so be extra careful if you don't want to die. People who take care of themselves will have no complaints, and can take care of them comprehensively.

Vitality is lost all the time, we can't stop too much. "

Fengyue is also decisive, since she can't find out why, then move on and wait for the enemy to attack again.

After finishing speaking, Fengyue glanced at Murong Chuan again, turned around and walked towards her team.

The team moved quickly again, and the monks of the Feng family were scattered among their own team, ready to deal with position threats at any time.

The Holy Cult of the Blood Prison is more direct, keeping the controlled monks out, and the believers and priests are hiding inside, not caring who the attacker is.

Only the casual cultivator group was in trouble. There were seven or eight people in charge at the head, but none of them wanted to go to the rear to guard.

In order to maintain the most basic face, in the end Hu Tianguang stepped forward and personally guarded the back.

Because Qi Mu'er is a female cultivator, she has a bit of beauty and skill, so she stayed in a relatively central position.

Murong Chuan followed behind her, feeling extremely satisfied in his heart.

No matter what the attacker is, as long as he hides in the crowd, he will never be a living target.

"Oh, it's time to turn around, and it really is the most leisurely time to eat."

Murong Chuan was thinking in his heart, but the good mood didn't last for a while, and the biting cold came again.

This time he felt it clearly, the direction of the malicious attack turned out to be under his feet!

"Fuck, God did it on purpose!"

Murong Chuan roared in his heart, Jin Yi Ye Xingjue was activated instantly, his figure seemed to disappear and he stepped diagonally, hiding in front of the monk beside him.

In the shadowy darkness, Murong Chuan heard a scream from behind, and a black shadow shot out from the ground, directly pulling the monk into the ground.

Before marching for an hour and a half, the lurkers launched an attack again, and all the monks in the Shenqiao realm were furious.

Killing people repeatedly under the nose is a naked provocation and a malicious declaration of war!

As soon as the screams were wiped out, Fengyue Ruyi came whistling like a gust of wind, but there were still no clues at the scene, only a sticky pool of blood.

"what happened!"

Fengyue turned her head and questioned Qi Mu'er. The killing happened right beside her. As a monk at the Divine Bridge Realm, at least she should have discovered something.

"I, I didn't notice the attack, I didn't even encounter any danger."

Qi Mu'er was also a little panicked, such a weird attack was comparable to a weird assassination technique.

She didn't feel it at such a close distance, which meant that when she attacked her, she didn't have time to react at all.

Not only Qi Mu'er panicked, but most of the monks panicked, and the monks at the Divine Bridge Realm couldn't perceive it, so the other monks were doomed.

Everyone whispered worriedly, Fengyue looked around proudly, and said coldly:
"Whoever discovers it is best to speak up. Now is the time to support each other. It is not a good habit to keep secrets."

Fengyue seemed to be looking around, but in reality she gave Murong Chuan a vicious gouged look.

The meaning of Fengyue is also very clear, you bastard is at the scene of the incident, if you dare to hide it, I will never end with you!

Murong Chuan knew he couldn't hide, but before she could speak, several monks stood up tremblingly, and one of the monks said:
"Master Fengyue, before the screams happened, we felt the biting cold again."

Murong Chuan glanced at him, and he felt like scolding his mother, wishing he could kill that god who is somewhere.