In a vast bamboo forest, gray bamboo leaves dance with the breeze, making a rustling sound.

Looking up from the bamboo forest, the straight ink-colored bamboo poles are hidden under the dim sky, like a thick ink painting.

This is the common ink bamboo forest in the Hunmo Land. Unlike the green bamboo forests in the spiritual world, there is only a rich gray-black color here. If there are monks hiding in it, it is probably difficult to find it.

In fact, there are indeed ten monks hidden in the ink bamboo forest. Their figures are hidden among the ink bamboo trees, but even if they walk deep into the bamboo forest, it is difficult to see their traces.

"Fellow Daoist Feng's wood-attributed Qimen Dunjia technique is really clever. We are hiding here. Even if someone flies over the bamboo forest, it is probably difficult to detect it!" A young man's voice suddenly came from a mo bamboo. If a monk who practices special eye technique looked carefully, he could vaguely see that a faint figure of a boy was attached to the mo bamboo.

"Brother Qiu, don't use the true energy arbitrarily." An old man's voice came out: "Although this Wood Hidden Technique is so brilliant, it is difficult to conceal the strong fluctuations of the vitality. You just used the martial arts and then became a little distorted. If a cultivator with sharp eyes is nearby, you might find clues."

"That man will fly here for a while, why bother to be too nervous!" The young man said disapprovingly. He said disdainfully: "Speaking of all, the task assigned by Fairy Burial Moon this time is too simple. We will all be dispatched for the eight masters of Mengshan. It is enough to ambush a cultivator of the same level here. Even Master Han and Wei were dispatched!"

"Isn't that true!" Another person said: "I heard that Lord Han was carrying out a mission and assassinated seven cultivators of the same level overnight. His strength was incredible. With Lord Han in charge, why should we be ambushed so secretly? Just fight openly."

An old man's cold voice came: "Han has always acted as long as he had the result, not asking about the process! As long as he could complete the task, what's the difference between ambushing or head-on battle!"

"Be careful! I heard that the target of the ambush is also a master." A middle-aged man said with some concern: "And for this mission, Fairy Cangyue gave a very high reward. Even if you kill ten late-stage spiritual cultivators, there is no such high reward. Fairy Cangyue would not do this for no reason. The higher the reward, the more difficult the task is!"

An old man echoed, "That's right! When Fellow Daoist Xu and others killed eight monks from Yue family, the rewards they received were almost the same as those of my mission this time. Other fellow fellow Taoists who killed several monks of Yue family received much less rewards than me! It seems that the person we are waiting to ambush is indeed a difficult character."

"But," the young man surnamed Qiu asked in confusion: "It's really such a powerful person. He probably has made a great reputation in Fengyun Continent. Why have we never heard of it before? How could an unknown person be so smart!"

"You can't say that! The immortal world hides dragons and tigers, and low-key masters can be everywhere! As for Master Han, with his strength, he is as famous as Yue Longtian and others. However, in the Fengyun Continent, no one knows the reputation of Master Han except the monks of this sect."

These people were whispering to talk, and suddenly a faint light of inspiration flashed from the magic plate in the hand of an old man.

The old man looked moved: "He is here!"

Everyone immediately held their breath and prepared themselves.

After a moment, there was no movement. Everyone looked up at the sky, but no one noticed any lights and figures.

"Are you mistaken?" The young man frowned.

"Impossible, this monitoring array is extremely clever. It clearly sensed that a monk was flying here. At this time, it was almost over the Mozhu Forest!" The old man holding the magic plate said in confusion.

"Do it!" Master Han suddenly shouted coldly and rushed directly into the sky from the bamboo forest.

The old man immediately activated the magic circle, and a ray of rays of light soared into the sky from the ink bamboo forest. In the blink of an eye, a huge semicircular light shield formed, blocking the sky above the bamboo forest.

Next to the light shield, a faint figure suddenly flashed, revealing the figure of a young monk.

"It's really someone!" The young man surnamed Qiu exclaimed: "What a clever concealment technique, the distance is not too far. We didn't notice his whereabouts at all! If it weren't for the clever formation, I'm afraid I'd let him slip under his nose."

"It's really this person?" A middle-aged man was slightly stunned when he saw the young man: "He is just a cultivator in the early stage of spiritual body. Could he make a mistake?"

They knew that they were ambushing a rare master, and they had long thought that the other party was a master of the late stage of spiritual body, but they did not expect that they were just an incredibly beautiful spiritual body cultivator.

"The appearance and figure are similar to that of Fairy Burial Moon. There is no mistake! Besides, I dare to come out alone at this moment. Who is he who is not him?" said an old man.

As they spoke, these people flew out of the bamboo forest, completely surrounding the young monks from front, back and left and right.

The young monk frowned and sighed, "You are actually lying here in advance, and they must know my whereabouts! It seems that Lingyu is indeed with you!"

This young man is Li Muran. Not long ago, he finally contacted Lingyu, who had been separated for many years, and agreed to meet in a secret place, but unexpectedly encountered an ambush here.

"Lingyu, where are you hiding, why don't you come out to see me?" Li Muran shouted loudly.

No one responded, and Li Muran couldn't help but wonder: "Isn't Lingyu here? If he deliberately set up an ambush, there is no reason not to show up to meet him."

"What is he calling? Who is Lingyu?" said the young man surnamed Qiu in confusion.

"Just finish the task, why talk nonsense!" Master Han snorted coldly.

Before Mr. Han finished speaking, he immediately opened his mouth and squirted out a transparent jade bead of fist size.

A bitter cold wind immediately rolled out from this jade bead. In the cold wind, large patches of gray-white extremely cold air gushed out. Wherever it passed, everything was frozen. Even the rich demonic aura around it was forced to retreat by the cold air, as if they did not dare to approach the cold air.

"The sadness and coldness sounded like a cold!" The young man surnamed Qiu was shocked and hurriedly dodged to the side.

The other monks also dissipated in shock. A middle-aged monk was a little late. The aura of protecting his body was instantly invaded and attacked by the cold air, his body was frozen in an instant, and his skin suddenly turned into a dark purple.

Fortunately, he took out a treasure knife in time, and the light of the knife shone a few times, shattering the ice on his body, and he hurriedly escaped. However, his body was almost frozen by the cold air, and he was using a lot of magic power to moisten it to remove the cold air, and his magic power was greatly damaged.

"Okay, Master Han, I will use such a domineering technique without saying hello. I can't wait to kill me!" the middle-aged monk said furiously.

He suffered a great loss just by being affected by a little cold air, but Li Muran was wrapped in the cold air and was naturally completely frozen in an instant.

This extremely domineering cold air actually sealed the void, and even if it had teleportation power, it could not be used.

When everyone saw this scene, they felt relieved.

"It's just frozen? Sending so many monks to ambush me, it's really a big deal!" The young man surnamed Qiu said in a daze.

"Han Han's ice cold technique is almost unrivaled among the spiritual cultivators. He was hit head-on by a move, so he was naturally irresistible. If you or me, you would be defeated!" said an old man.

"Okay, Master Han, he has been frozen. Please take away the exercises!" a middle-aged monk said to Master Han.

Mr. Han ignored it and floated quietly in his original place, with his hands still in the casting posture, motionless.

The middle-aged monk was stunned. He focused his mind and looked at Master Han, and his face changed drastically: "He has no breath, why is he dead?"

"His Mr. Han died?" Everyone was shocked.

"What's going on?" The boy surnamed Qiu hurriedly looked around with a look of panic.

"Be careful!" said an old man: "Just as Master Han casts a spell, I seem to see a faint purple light flashing into Master Han's body."

"No matter what purple light he is, kill this man first!" The young man surnamed Qiu shouted, and everyone sacrificed their own treasures and attacked Li Muran in the ice.

With a few loud "boom" sounds, the ice fence was completely shattered, and the frozen Li Muran's body was also shattered and turned into a blood mist.

In the blood mist, a Gu worm the size of a rice grain appeared and flew to somewhere more than a hundred feet away.

Just there, a faint figure gradually emerged in the dark, and it was Li Muran holding a greedy sword.

"So he is here!" The young man surnamed Qiu was shocked: "Is it just a phantom clone just now? We are waiting for a few middle and late-stage cultivators in the spiritual body, but they are actually kept in the dark by him?"

"How did Master Han be killed by his move? With Master Han's strength, he was unable to defeat his move?"

"What method did he use just now? What is the origin of the purple sword in his hand?"

Several monks whispered, and Li Muran's reappearance made them each look horrified.

"What are you afraid of? He is just a sneak attack! Can we, the Eight Masters of Mengshan, not even defeat him?" a middle-aged monk shouted.

"Kill!" The eight people took action at the same time. In an instant, eight kinds of spiritual treasures attacked Li Muran from all directions.

At first glance, these spiritual treasures have different types and different attack directions, which seem very messy. However, these treasures hit Li Muran’s key points and cooperated with each other to make him unable to avoid them. In fact, it is quite well organized. Obviously, this is not the first time these people join forces to attack the enemy.

The purple sword in Li Muran's hand sensed the divine thoughts of a large number of high-level human cultivators around him, and it actually trembled slightly, making waves of shining purple lights, making a slight buzzing sound, making an unbearable excitement.
Chapter completed!