"That's it? Who hasn't..."

Another monk in black immediately slapped him in the face and said sternly:

"Shut up!"

The monk in black before knew that he had made a mistake, so he covered his face, his face turned pale, and he did not dare to speak.

Hao Xuan also understood, his eyes were horrified and his face was pale.

To be silenced...

them……

Before he could think any more, one of the monks in black had already raised his butcher knife, the blade shining with a white light.

At this moment, a clear cry suddenly came from the entrance of the cave:

"ah--"

This cry seemed very frightening.

Then some people ran away.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

Several people in the cave were stunned.

The raised butcher knife also stopped.

The man in black was furious: "Is there someone?!"

"How was it discovered?"

"Did he hear everything he just said?"

"He even ran away?!"

One of the monks in black said angrily: "Damn it, hurry up and chase me! Don't let the news leak out!"

"good!"

The other man in black used his body skills and chased out of the cave.

But he didn't chase him out for long, when there was a "bang" outside the cave, as if something exploded, and then a scream was heard, and then it was silent.

The black-clothed monk who stayed in the cave shrank his pupils.

"What's going on?"

"what happened?"

He wanted to call out the man's name, but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them again.

Don't let the news leak out.

Your identity cannot be revealed.

He could only wait patiently.

But after waiting for a long time, there was still silence outside the cave.

The night is deep and the mountains and forests are silent.

It's just that the night owls occasionally chirp, which makes people feel chilly.

The black-clothed monk's brows couldn't stop trembling.

He felt a life-and-death crisis hovering over his head, forcing him to not even dare to breathe.

He gripped the blade tightly and stared at the entrance of the cave with a wary expression, not daring to look away for a moment.

He was afraid that if he wasn't careful, someone would rush into the cave and take his life.

But this kind of confrontation is extremely draining.

The monk in black suddenly felt that he seemed to be against the entire deep night.

There are dangers everywhere.

He couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to take a look.

The monk in black swallowed, struggled to move, and slowly walked out of the cave.

But his eyes were only staring at the dark night outside the cave, but he didn't pay attention to his feet.

As he approached the entrance of the cave, there was a sudden flash of golden light.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The two legs of the black-clothed monk were cut by the light of the golden formation, leaving bloodstains all over, and the hamstrings were severed.

The monk in black looked horrified:

"Intermediate formation?! When..."

There was no time to think about it, and the pain spread instantly. The monk in black wailed, and then his legs broke and his body collapsed to the ground uncontrollably.

After a while, the fire suddenly started.

Fireballs pierced the night and hit him non-stop.

The black-clothed monk struggled as hard as he could, but his body could not withstand the lethality of the formation, the continuous explosion of fireballs, and the burns of the fire spiritual power.

The injuries on his body became more and more serious.

After an unknown amount of time, under the continuous torture, the aura of the black-clothed monk gradually became weaker and even dissipated.

The black monk died and became a corpse.

The fireball stopped for a moment, but only for a moment.

Then the fire started again, and the bombing continued, blasting the black-clothed monk all over his body...

Dark night, hidden cave.

After the unknown monk in black was killed, his body was still swallowed up by the explosion of flames.

Hao Xuan's face turned pale.

Killing people with formations, whipping corpses with fireballs, hiding in the shadows, ruthless!

Who is this person?

Too cruel...

Suddenly, the fireball technique stopped.

The cave also became quiet.

Only then did Hao Xuan realize that he was the only living person left in the cave.

Even though he couldn't see it, there seemed to be something "something" in the shadows opposite him. It glanced at him, and then slowly walked towards him.

Hao Xuan's eyes were filled with fear, his hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"Don't...don't come over..."

But that shadow was getting closer and closer.

That sense of oppression is getting stronger and stronger.

Just when Hao Xuan was extremely frightened and there was no color on his face.

Suddenly a group of low shadows appeared in front of him.

Then the shadow gradually solidified, and the figure emerged, revealing a cute little face.

"Hao Xuan, I'm here to save you!"

Mo Hua showed an innocent smile.

Hao Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then he was completely stunned.

At that moment, he suspected that he was dreaming.

Everything seems so unreal.

Whether it was the black monk who was chasing him or the ink painting who rescued him...

It was as if he would wake up when the sun shines, lie down on the bed where his disciples live, and then reluctantly go to class.

Hao Xuan closed his eyes and opened them again.

Not a dream...

The night is still so deep.

The chill in the mountains is still so heavy.

The blood on his forehead dripped into his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were burning. There were scars all over his body, and the chains that tied him were cut into his flesh and blood.

The white sword light that hung above his head just now was still fresh in his memory.

It's a real life hanging by a thread...
To be continued...