Seeking the Way of Immortality

After flying westward for about hundreds of miles, the entire sky of the East Region had entered the night. A crescent moon seemed to appear and disappear, and was filled with a faint halo.

There was no one to be seen on the empty land, nor was there any light. Obviously, no one lived in this area within a hundred miles.

There were a few large trees around, rustling in the night wind. The cold wind blew, bringing a hint of coolness, refreshing the heart. Wu Zheng's eyes sparkled in the night, but his steps were getting faster and faster, with no intention of stopping.

The murderous intent always lingered in Wu Zheng's heart. Even if he ran hundreds of miles, he never got rid of it. It was obvious that the cultivator who followed him was not inferior to him in strength. The most terrifying thing was that Wu Zheng could not detect his existence, which made Wu Zheng not panic.

You know, at this time, his consciousness is comparable to that of a peak Yuanying cultivator. In this way, Wu Zheng couldn't help but panic. He didn't know everything about the visitor, but the visitor knew everything about him. Nothing is more terrible than the unknown!

Wendie just wanted to curse at this time. A Jindan cultivator actually made him, a long-known killer, ashamed in speed. It was really annoying.

From taking over this task to now, he thought he had a clear understanding of the man's strength, but after seeing him in person, he realized that there is no false reputation under the reputation. You know, he is ranked at the level of a bronze killer, and his cultivation has reached the level of the middle stage of the Yuanying. He is also ranked among the top in the Supreme Killer Hall.

The advancement of killers is more stringent than that of cultivators. They must be proficient in escape speed, invisibility, assassination and other means. There are very few real peak strongmen among killers. Each of them can kill people across levels. Unexpectedly, this time, he was defeated by a Jindan cultivator in the most proud place.

He had been staring at the man from the morning till now. Even if the man's companion left halfway, it could not shake his determination. As a killer, once he sets his sights on a target, he will fight to the death. This is the necessary quality for a qualified killer.

But up to now, he has been shocked by the man's abnormality. He flew continuously, and he was flying faster and faster. There was no sign of exhaustion of true energy. Even he, a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, had to take a breath halfway.

To his surprise, when he thought the man was going to escape, the man actually stopped, as if waiting for something.

There was only a lonely small mound around the man, and a few small trees not far away. There was nothing else.

But the document did not appear, but was carefully observing the surrounding environment.

Wu Zheng stood on a mound, his eyes looked around vigilantly, and his consciousness was like mercury pouring down the ground, investigating the environment within a radius of dozens of miles.

"Daoyou, please come out and see me!" Wu Zheng clasped his hands and said loudly.

The breeze was still blowing, the fields were empty, and there was no sound.

Wendie couldn't help but laugh. He was a killer, how could he talk about these Jianghu ethics? Killing was his ultimate goal.

He would never go out at this time. Once he went out, he would lose the best opportunity to kill his opponent. It would be best to defeat the enemy with one blow and then escape to another place.

Wu Zheng had never intended to trick people out with just a shout. In fact, the reason why he shouted was to detect the emotional fluctuations of the person behind him. As long as he was not a god, he would have emotional fluctuations.

And just in time, behind a low mound about a kilometer away from Wu Zheng, Wu Zheng detected a trace of emotional fluctuations, which meant that there was a cultivator hiding behind the mound.

Wu Zheng remained calm, turned his back to the direction of the mound, and kept his breath hidden, waiting for the man's sneak attack.

In Wendie's opinion, Wu Zheng was still the same as before, and should not have discovered his existence, but for some reason, after Wu Zheng's seemingly useless shouting, he felt a faint sense of danger in his heart, although this feeling was not strong.

The results given by the eyes and the senses are inconsistent. Often at this time, Wendie is more inclined to the judgment given by the senses. It is also because Wendie trusts his senses very much that he can live to this day and rank among bronze-level killers within a few years of his debut.

At this time, Wendie was more careful to hide his figure, and he dared not leak his breath.

After waiting for nearly an incense stick of time, there was still no result. Wu Zheng couldn't help but feel a little impatient. The endurance of the monk behind him was too good!

Although he had found the location of the man, Wu Zheng did not dare to act rashly because he did not know the specific strength and purpose of the man.

Wendie was like a hunter waiting for the prey to take the bait. He was not impatient. He had plenty of time. He believed that Wu Zheng was not a god. As long as he showed a little fatigue, it would be the best time for him to take action.

After a long flight, his mind was highly concentrated. Although his true essence was not consumed much, he had just experienced a big battle in the morning. He had been exhausted all the time in the past few days, so he inevitably looked a little tired.

So Wu Zheng sat on the ground, took out dry food and wine from the storage ring, and drank by himself.

Just when Wu Zheng was about to sit down but didn't sit down, a flash of light suddenly came from a thousand meters away, leaving him no chance to react.

There was a loud bang.

The hidden weapon originally aimed at Wu Zheng's head, under Wu Zheng's sensitive reaction, hit his chest. A handful of silver light radiated, and Wu Zheng was hit by the huge force of the hidden weapon and retreated repeatedly. The hidden weapon did not hurt him, but hit the 'Purple Extreme Golden Armor', splashing a little light.

Wu Zheng did a backflip, pinched the sword formula with his right hand, and instantly pointed the Gengjin sword finger at the direction where the hidden weapon was shot back.

The moonlight was still there, and there was no trace of the person who came.

The person who came after missing the attack actually fled far away. This was the most aggrieved battle since Wu Zheng debuted. The wind wings behind him spread out, and his body turned into a stream of light, flying rapidly in the direction where the person left. The high-speed flight brought air fluctuations, forming a silver vacuum zone. At this moment, Wu Zheng's speed reached the highest speed ever.

A monk in black clothes flew regularly over the wasteland. His speed was very fast, as if he matched the power of space. It seemed slow, but in the blink of an eye, he had drifted away.

Wu Zheng's wind wings can only keep up with him at full speed. You should know that Wu Zheng's speed can be comparable to that of a peak Yuanying cultivator, and it is not much slower than shrinking the earth into an inch.

What made Wu Zheng angry was that he didn't even know the origin of the person who came.

As for who wanted to kill him, there was no way to say.

After a few hours, the speed of the two slowed down, and the distance between them was shortened to about a kilometer, which was already within Wu Zheng's attack range.

The Gengjin sword finger shot out instantly, and the golden sword energy was particularly conspicuous in the dark night. Moreover, Wu Zheng's first move was a stunt of several fingers flicking in succession, completely cutting off the retreat of the man in black.

Wu Zheng thought very simply, he must not let the man in black escape, otherwise the fact that he was carrying the ancient armor would be leaked. At that time, even the cultivators who had no intention of killing him before would chase him. After all, the armor that could remain unscathed under the fatal blow of a killer in the middle stage of the Yuanying was of unimaginable value, at least it would not be a problem to save his life in the chaos of demons.

You have to know that the fatal blow of a killer in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul is equivalent to the full-strength blow of a late-stage great cultivator. It should not be difficult to imagine what this concept is!

And if he lets the black-clothed man escape, then he still doesn't know who his opponent is, which is equivalent to putting himself in danger. In the future, he will have constant troubles, his whereabouts will be leaked, and many of his things will be exposed to outsiders.

At that time, he will once again become the target of some cultivators with ill intentions, which will not be good for him, the Liu family, or the Li family.