The morning light is faint, the orioles are singing and the swallows are singing.

Zhang Wuji sat up, stretched hard, and rubbed his neck that was stiff from sleeping for a long time. His messy thoughts finally returned to normal under the strong mountain wind.

In front of him, a certain romantic genius of the Demon Sect was lying upside down on a bamboo and rattan chair that had fallen to the ground, sleeping soundly like a dead pig.

It’s not easy for this guy to be alone.

Zhang Wuji stood up unsteadily and looked at Xiao Yiliu with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

He had heard stories about this guy from his junior brothers and sisters.

Rather tragic.

The legitimate son of a large and dignified immortal cultivating family, his family was wiped out, his enemy was unknown, and he entered the Demon Sect by mistake. His life path was full of twists and turns.

Gently grab Xiao Yiliu's belt and turn this guy over, lying on his back, so that he can be decent.

"...Brother Wuji, behave well...I will introduce you to her..."

Xiao Yiliu muttered a few words and fainted again.

He is addicted to food and is a useless drunkard.

Zhang Wuji had just finished complaining and wanted to take a few steps, but found that his mind was still a little spinning.

Damn, this wine is really strong.

Of course, the wine that this guy likes must have its merits. Feeling that his soul has grown a bit, Zhang Wuji secretly thought that it was not a loss.

After calming down, he rolled up his sleeves.

There is an exquisite prop that looks like a compass on the wrist. This is a watch made by a certain sect in Kyushu. It uses the Middle-earth China as the standard to provide a time reference for all immortal cultivators.

When Zhang Wuji saw the record clearly, his expression suddenly changed.

I slept for seven whole days again???

Damn it, will that woman be okay?

Zhang Wuji looked at the direction, bent his knees slightly, and then kicked hard, his body rose into the sky and disappeared into the distance.

The white-haired monster is still as motionless as a dead pig.

Is something really going to happen to this thief?

Han Yurou gathered her collar and hid under a bulge on the cliff. It rains all year round in the Qingling Mountains. Even if the sun is shining one moment, it may be rainy the next moment.

When you are cultivating yourself, you naturally don’t take this little rain to heart.

But now that she had lost all her cultivation and went out without bringing more dry food, she was hungry and sleepy, and suddenly felt the coldness she had not seen for a long time.

She has been waiting here for two days, but Zhang Wuji has never been seen.

Ha~

He put his little hand over his mouth and let out a sigh of relief.

Han Yurou looked at the white water vapor, her eyes were in trance, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

On a tree only ten feet away from where she was, a sneaky figure was closely watching her every move. Seeing that Han Yurou was still as quiet as a watchman's stone, the man shook his head and stepped out of the tree.

Jumped up and down.

Walking nimbly through the overgrown forest, the man came to an open space beside a stream.

Several people were sitting around the campfire with different postures, chatting.

Seeing this person returning, one of the young men sat up slightly and asked, "How are you doing? Is there any movement?"

"Back to the young master, that woman is still waiting for something."

The young man was obviously a little disappointed, with a hint of irritability flashing in his eyes.

"Young Master, what are you waiting for? You may not be able to meet such a beautiful and fragrant woman in your next life. Let's do it directly and let the brothers feel happy."

"That face, those breasts, Lao Wang, I have never seen the second one in my life."

A rough man next to the young man said with a flattering and obscene smile on his face.

"Yeah, what's going on under the peonies?"

Another man also whispered.

A hint of violence flashed in the young man's eyes, and he said: "Even if I really can't help but catch her, I have to play with her enough first, and it won't be your turn!"

The two of them smiled and stopped talking.

If Zhang Wuji were to come again, he would definitely be able to recognize that this young man was none other than Wei Ming, the young master of the Lost Soul Cult.

Three days ago, he accidentally saw Han Yurou's figure with resentment in his heart, and was immediately shocked. Later, he learned from his subordinates about Zhang Wuji's entanglement with the woman, and he suddenly started to care about her.

You bastard, you dare to hit me.

A dead genius is no longer a genius.

Touching his storage ring confidently, Wei Ming showed a confident smile on his face.

"You guys remember, the bone cave where Zhang Wuji is, is following an extremely stupid method of body refining, without any way to defend the enemy from a distance. When the time comes, as long as he is hit by my nine-turn amulet, he will be dead.

The soul is nailed to all the joints of his body, and the white-bone genius is our lamb to be slaughtered."

"Do you understand?"

"Got it!"

After a while, the sound of rapid footsteps suddenly came from the forest again.

"Young Master, Young Master, the Demon Sect Zhang Wuji has appeared, walking from the direction of Qingling Sect!"

Wei Ming was immediately overjoyed.

"Quick, get ready, kill this guy, tonight is the time to enjoy it."

The eyes of the seven or eight soul-losing believers were suddenly filled with lust.

Zhang Wuji came all the way from the Qingling Sect. He did not use any of the true energy in his body and moved forward purely with his body. He also had to be on guard at all times for people from the Demon Sect who might appear. His mind was tense. He was about to approach the agreed place and had no choice but to do so.

Slowed down.

Seventy or eighty miles away, it’s quite painful not being able to wield a sword.

He took a breath. Fortunately, he was wise and chose to worship at the door of the Bone Cave.

With strong waist strength, long-distance running is no problem.

After crossing the last forest, we finally saw the secluded valley.

This is the place agreed with Han Yurou.

That woman shouldn't be stupid enough to run out on her own.

Zhang Wuji thought.

Just when he was about to enter the valley and was distracted, a golden light suddenly appeared under his feet. His body suddenly felt as heavy as lead, and he couldn't take the second step.

Zhang Wuji's eyes changed, but he felt that the air around him seemed to have solidified, trapping his entire body in place.

Immobilization spell.

A very advanced body-fixing spell.

With wild laughter, Wei Ming walked out of the shade of the trees, clapping his hands constantly, with a twisted smile on his face. He yelled viciously: "You bastard from Bone Cave, if you dare to hurt grandpa, you will die today."

The day of hell."

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"Young guys, if you have any means of attack, go up as hard as you can. I just want to see how hard this guy is!"

Subsequently, seven or eight soul-losing cult members jumped out from their hiding places, and all took their sect's unique magic weapon soul-losing nails, and shot them at Zhang Wuji, who was unable to move.

I saw several thick black nail-shaped magic weapons coming towards Zhang Wuji's vital points. In the expectant eyes of everyone, the one used by Wei Ming was nailed directly into his body.

Forehead.

Ding~

A crisp voice sounded, and a small blood hole appeared on Zhang Wuji's forehead.

And no matter how hard the owner of the magic weapon tried, the black nail couldn't penetrate even half a step deeper.

Feeling the stinging pain on his forehead, the trapped Zhang Wuji looked expressionless, like a puppet that had lost its soul and could not move.

"Continue!"

"Try out all your tricks of looking at the bottom of the box. The first one to cripple him will be rewarded tonight. I will let you be the second one!"

Everyone laughed obscenely and worked harder, throwing all kinds of magic weapons at Zhang Wuji free of charge.

At the same time, Han Yurou heard the noise in the valley, her pretty face turned pale, then she got up and walked quietly out of the valley.

However, when she crossed a thick tree, a pair of big hands suddenly attacked her. Although her cultivation was no longer good, Han Yurou was a leader in the Immortal Sect after all, so she naturally bent back and escaped the attack.

Take advantage of the situation and do a somersault, standing firmly on the spot.

A big man emerged from behind the tree trunk, his eyes shining brightly as he stared at her breasts that were shaking slightly due to the violent movements. His face was full of lust and he kept licking his lips.

"Baby, let me get close to you first."

A gray whip was thrown out with lightning speed. Although Han Yurou was on guard, because her true energy was blocked, she was still unable to avoid the attack of the magical weapon. She was tied up and couldn't help but scream.<

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"Come on, scream louder later."

The big man laughed wildly.

At this time, Zhang Wuji's ears moved slightly and he heard a faint shout coming from the valley.

It’s that woman Han Yurou.

His demeanor finally changed a little at this time. The various magic weapons around him were still attacking every part of his body tirelessly, tearing his clothes into a mess and splattering blood on the ground. It looked extremely miserable.

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"Hahahaha, work harder!"

The young master of the Lost Soul Cult is very proud of himself.

"Young Master, look at me!"

A member of the cult took out an evil red sword from the storage ring, then bit the tip of his tongue, and blood spurted out. The sword swelled in the wind and became three times in size. The controller's face was red at this time, obviously

It’s extremely laborious.

"Go!"

With his fingertips together, the sword immediately flew towards Zhang Wuji in the direction he pointed.

"Kick him to death, chop him to death!"

The crowd cheered.

Boom!

The red sword slammed into Zhang Wuji's shoulder with great force. The sharp blade penetrated deeply into his flesh and blood, almost splitting Zhang Wuji in half. Crimson blood gushes out, dyeing his clothes red.
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However, Zhang Wuji remained motionless.

There was silence at this time.

A faint sigh sounded.

"I don't know, have you ever seen a sword technique falling from the sky?"

Zhang Wuji looked at it with piercing eyes, making everyone in the Soul-Sorrowing Cult look at each other.
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