Cultivate with an African God

The woman saluted and left lightly.

Mu Xinghe looked at her back, lost in thought.

That woman is probably Hua Xiangrong.Hua Xiangrong knew that it was dangerous, but she still wanted to come, so she probably had confidence in her heart.This kind of person didn't fight herself to the death. Of course, there was a sudden change that distracted her. On the other hand, maybe she judged that there was no need to waste too much time on Mu Xinghe—it was still early, before others had Killing too many people, she had to get more masks as soon as possible.

If it was said that Mu Xinghe had a bit of a sense of confidence in the presence of so many people with background and strength, and that the people behind him would not dare to act too outrageously, now his heart has slowly sank.

At this time, he still thought of it with a bit of malice——how would those favored children of heaven react if they knew that they were being hunted in the Ten Thousand Beasts Garden?

Mu Xinghe probed his head, looked around, and left the cave.

After that whistle sounded, many things were indeed different.

Not only is there some unpredictable strong coming, but also many monsters have come to this place.

Mu Xinghe originally thought that this place was not like a place for hunting animals because there were too few wild animals here. However, at this moment Mu Xinghe found many new footprints of wild animals, and the ominous atmosphere became more and more approaching.

That whistle was probably a signal for a wild beast to come out of the cage, and it was probably those wild beasts that could also hunt people.

There are no stars and no moon in this night, it is a dark and windy murderous night.

Mu Xinghe was soon tracked down by the magic beast.

In fact, he just slacked off for a while—maintaining that secret method all the time brought a lot of mental burden after all. He just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but when he looked up, he saw a pair of hazy, green beast eyes.

The creature jumped up, almost throwing him to the ground, Mu Xinghe saw that the situation was not good, and set up a word spirit guard to protect himself.

Almost at the same moment, the Taoist Spirit Shou then shattered.

Mu Xinghe faced the attack before, the protective spell he used was the Iron Clothes Jue, and he could defend a few times. The strength of Ling Shou is far better than the Iron Clothes Jue, but it can be broken with one blow, which shows the strength of this monster It was far better than anything he had encountered before.

At this moment, he could better understand what Hua Xiangrong did just now—the more time is delayed, the more dangerous it is, there is no need to waste time on a long fight, it is better to fight to the death than to...

escape!

Mu Xinghe saw that the other party was a kind of beast with a huge body and not very dexterous body, so he jumped onto the tree decisively.He practiced a technique in Yunfu called volley step, which can make people jump several meters high, and with the Xiaoqingfeng Jue, he can jump up and down extremely dexterously.

This is a densely forested forest. He was bouncing from tree to tree all the way, but the monster couldn't resist him. The horns on the top of its head ignited flames and kept hitting the trees.

Naturally, Mu Xinghe couldn't control this kind of behavior of destroying forests and burning mountains, so he let himself go.After observing for a while, he discovered the pattern of the opponent's behavior. He moved left and right in the blind spot of the opponent's vision, and quickly pasted the secret method, causing the opponent to lose his target and run away.

When he jumped down from the tree, he saw a masked man in white clothes.Behind him was the body of a big bird, blood stained the ground, the man stepped on the blood, held a long sword, and walked forward without even looking at it.

Mu Xinghe had seen that sword before, and he didn't think that the owner of that sword would let someone take it away easily.For some reason, after meeting this person, his heart was finally relieved a little because of the situation beyond his imagination. Mu Xinghe thought about it, and then he fell in front of the person in three steps and said hello: "Morning!" .”

The man was startled, and stopped in his footsteps: "Xinghe...?"

Mu Xinghe smiled slightly: "It's me."

There is no one who calls Mu Xinghe like this except Wen Xingze.He seemed relieved when he saw Mu Xinghe, and asked, "How is your situation?"

The first sentence this person asked after confirming his identity was that it was indeed Wen Xingze.

Mu Xinghe shook his head: "I'm fine here, but it shouldn't be too good here."

Wen Xingze looked around, Mu Xinghe didn't need to say anything, he understood what Mu Xinghe meant: "It's really not very good here. I'll take a step to speak."

He took Mu Xinghe to a hidden place, and after the two exchanged what they had seen, Wen Xingze's complexion became visibly heavy.

Unlike Mu Xinghe, who is as boneless as he can lean on, Wen Xingze always stands straight like a green pine, but now his eyebrows and eyes are heavy, and his voice is lowered: "A long time ago, I heard a legend that in the underground world Among them, there are many insane and powerful people who take pleasure in watching others dying, when I came here, I thought it was definitely not that simple, but I didn't expect to meet them."

Wen Xingze sighed, and the worry on his brows became more and more serious: "I'm worried about Zhong Zijin."

Mu Xinghe understood his worries.

Zhong Zijin was different from them. They were not moved by Zhou Si's description from the very beginning, and they were always paranoid and full of doubts. After all, they were able to quickly perceive the essence of the Ten Thousand Animal Garden.But Zhong Zijin has always been a straightforward and aggressive person, and he may focus on challenging others, and he will not find out the strangeness until the hunter arrives.

But Mu Xinghe is not as worried as Wen Xingze: "If he tried it and found that he couldn't take off his mask, he should know the danger of these conditions. Even if he is so dull that he didn't realize it, then he must have other ways to escape —his intuition is much sharper than mine."

Seeing that Wen Xingze was still not convinced, he recalled the way Zhong Zijin asked Wen Xingze to make a decision for him when he had something to do, patted Wen Xingze on the shoulder, and added: "He relies on you too much, and you indulge him too much. He is by my side Times are not like that, he's always been a master, you have to trust him."

"Yes, it's useless to worry now," Wen Xingze let out a sigh of relief, allowing himself to slowly regain his composure, "Let's not think about who is behind it and why it is so bold and reckless, just think about what to do next , how to get out of here."

"It's easy to leave here," Mu Xinghe shook his finger, "Killing people, Hua Xiangrong's deeds show that Zhou Si said earlier that the rule of exchanging masks for tokens is still feasible, we can kill up to nine people and at least six people before we can go out .”

Mu Xinghe said the murder so lightly, but Wen Xingze just glanced at it lightly, there was no condemnation or approval in his eyes, he quickly turned his eyes away, shook his head and said: "If he can lie to us once, he can also lie to the second times. I don't trust a word he says. And you see..."

He took out a mask from his sleeve. The mask had a tiger-stripe pattern, with a little red between the two eye sockets, and it was full of murderous aura.

"Your mask is different from his. There are scale patterns engraved on your mask, and there is a touch of blue wheat grain on the left eye," Wen Xingze said, "This mask has a special mystery. I'm afraid it's not just for collecting and exchanging."

Mu Xinghe took a look, Wen Xingze's mask was very similar to the one he just took out, but his mask didn't have the scarlet color of killing, but a few weeds lying across his eyes, and a wisp of wind pattern lingered on his forehead.

Mu Xinghe closed his eyes and thought about it for a moment—he seemed to remember something, but he couldn't remember it at all.

Finding nothing, he rubbed his forehead and decided to put the matter aside.

"That's true," Mu Xinghe returned to the original topic. "What he said earlier was vague, what two or three masks are exchanged, there is no such an 'or' exchange rule, there must be something hidden. I thought I don't intend to kill people, so when will I kill, I will die before I kill enough people. But... I have a crazy idea."

Mu Xinghe used to be lazily slumped on the tree trunk, but now he raised his head suddenly, his eyes were full of bloodthirsty, he smiled slightly, showing a small canine tooth: "Actually, this is not a big deal at all, knowing their existence is a normal encounter." It’s enough for the enemy to see, if someone comes to hunt us, we will turn around and hunt them, it will save a lot of trouble.”

A gleam of light flashed in Wen Xingze's eyes.

Mu Xinghe shook his legs and thought about what he thought of just now, and saw the cyan color on the corner of his clothes.In the blink of an eye, I saw Wen Xingze's white robe again, and finally remembered it.

"Where are you from?" Mu Xinghe suddenly asked.

Wen Xingze was startled, pointed in one direction, and then a look of understanding suddenly appeared on his face.

"Eastern Canglong," Mu Xinghe pointed to his robe and mask, and then to Wen Xingze, "Western White Tiger."

He spoke nonsensically, but Wen Xingze understood everything he meant: "That's why Zhou Si said that in the best case, there are only four winners—collect the order of Canglong, Baihu, Suzaku, and Xuanwu."

"28 people were invited, for 28 nights," Mu Xinghe said while thinking, thinking quickly, and speaking quickly, "Two or three people exchange for a token, because the starry sky is divided into twelve times. , There are four constellations that contain three constellations, and the rest are two constellations... This is the reason why two to three masks can be exchanged for one token."

Mu Xinghe sneered after thinking about it: "Ha, you have to kill the right person to kill people. If you kill other people, you probably won't be able to get the corresponding tokens. That kid Zhou Si really screwed all those fools."

Wen Xingze sighed.He looked up at the dark sky, and saw a black bird flying by, making a sharp cry.

"I thought of one thing," Wen Xingze said, "I have seen ancient legends in some records. When the chaos first opened and all things were conceived, there was a war between the stars and the wild before the world was divided. After that battle , the stars confirmed their own star field, and then the four gods of Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku, and Xuanwu subdued the stars, and the dust of the star field battle was settled. We have exactly 28 people... Maybe it is the 28 stars who are fighting in the melee and waiting to be conquered. "

"If that battle reappears, will this person still hold a death ceremony for us? It's too scary," Mu Xinghe patted his chest, but he didn't look scared at all, instead his eyes were burning with burning flames. , with an undisciplined look on his face, "But I am me, how could it be some inexplicable 28 constellations, why should we be the targets of being killed?"

Mu Xinghe laughed as he thought about it, his teeth were sharp, and when he laughed, there was a kind of wildness with malicious intentions: "Should we... try to kill those so-called hunters?"

Wen Xingze nodded, the two of them communicated the truth, he didn't have Mu Xinghe's freshness and enthusiasm, so he became more worried.It's just that even in the midst of extreme anxiety, his decision was quick: "If you want to deal with the hunters first, then it's best to connect people as soon as possible, and never be defeated one by one. Let's separate to persuade them."

"I have one more thing," Mu Xinghe pondered for a moment, and finally said, "If we separate to find Zhong Zijin or... at the appointed time, what are your plans?"

"If you can't find it, I'll leave everything to you. I'll look for him." Wen Xingze's eyes were a little silent, "As for other possibilities...there won't be any."

"Okay, be careful." Mu Xinghe stood up straight, patted his clothes, and planned to leave, "Ah, by the way, although I think you should be able to get it, I still want to say something. Zhou Si killed a People, it stands to reason that we only have 27 people coming in, and if this setup you said is true, there will be another person mixed in with the crowd."

Mu Xinghe looked up at the sky, there were no stars and no moon.

Excellent night of killing.

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In the last chapter, no one expressed concern about little Zhong Zijin, and Zhong Zijin cried