Zhao Wuji followed him carefully.
Sure enough, after walking for less than five minutes, an open space appeared.
On the ground was a sacrificial site made of stones.
Next to it were some stones that looked like male genitalia.
A man wearing a black sandalwood mask The man was covered in black robes, twisting his body and dancing around the fire.
There were several people sitting on the ground next to him, singing something in unison with a very strange rhythm.
The arrival of the man in black robe did not attract everyone's attention.
Probably because he was an old acquaintance, he sat down in an open space next to him and started singing along with the Sanskrit, looking extremely pious.
Zhao Wuji found it funny and guessed what kind of sacrifice these people were doing.
He thought about it in his mind and did not move.
He lurked carefully and waited for the opportunity.
After about half an hour, the dancers stopped, and everyone gathered around to form a circle and meditate.
After dawn, everyone spoke some dialects that Zhao Wuji did not understand, and then dispersed.
The man in black robe just now also respectfully saluted the dancer and stood aside.
Zhao Wuji stared closely at the dancer.
Judging from the situation, he must be at least the leader of the group.
How could the little person know things like the big one?
role ratio The dancers beckoned the men in black robes to go on the road together and headed in one direction.
Zhao Wuji followed closely.
After walking for a while and confirming that no one was around, Zhao Wuji suddenly increased his speed, rushed forward like a cheetah, and suddenly burst into flames. , punched the man in black robe away, turned around and grabbed the lock, easily caught the dancer, and removed the opponent's hood.
Everything happened in a flash, and by the time the other party reacted, it was already too late.
However, what Zhao Wuji didn't expect was that the dancer turned out to be an extremely old man, with a face as old as a withered tree bark.
His face and eyes were deeply sunken, and no trace of life energy could be seen.
Zhao Wuji looked at the astonished old man coldly and said: "Answer a few questions and I will spare your life, otherwise, you will die."
As he said that, a huge murderous aura emanated and rushed towards him, like the god of death in Jiuyou.
The old man looked at Zhao Wuji calmly, without any expression, without moving his eyes, without any panic, without saying a word, and without struggling.
Zhao Wuji became even more wary when he saw this.
Witchcraft is different from martial arts.
It is completely different.
Different fighting methods, he didn't know when he would make a move, Zhao Wuji had to guard against it, fully activate his internal power, and form an energy shield on the surface of his body to protect himself.
After a while, the old man let out a clear sigh, looked at Zhao Wuji with a strange look, nodded slowly, and said slowly: "The ancient warrior" actually used Yanhuang Mandarin, so communication will be no problem, Zhao Wuji said.
Wuji breathed a sigh of relief.
It would be really difficult to deal with someone who doesn't understand the language.
This is already the third person to call Zhao Wuji "ancient warrior".
The first one is the pope of the mysterious Holy See, the second is Zhu Fu, and the third is this old man.
Zhao Wuji has to pay attention to this title. , temporarily put aside the doubts in his heart, and asked: "Do you know the ancient warrior?"
"Of course," the old man said calmly: "There are not many ancient warriors in this world.
I have a close relationship with the ancient martial arts family.
I have never seen you.
Which ancient martial arts family are you a disciple of?
In case the floods wash away the Dragon King Temple. " Zhao Wuji had no idea about the ancient martial arts family.
He had never heard of it.
Otherwise, he could pretend to be one.
After pondering for a moment, he said, "If you want to fool me, tell me what you know first."
"The Murong family in the east, the Xuanyuan family in the south, the Sima family in the west, the Tuoba family in the north and the Shennong family in China.
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These are the five ancient martial arts families in the world.
What I said is right.
Young man, tell me which family you are from.
Maybe I know you.
Elder, it hurts the harmony."
The old man said slowly, not caring that it was difficult to breathe when being held by Zhao Wuji.
"It's close."
Zhao Wuji heard that there were so many ancient martial arts families in the world, but unfortunately none of them had heard of it.
He sneered and said, "What ancient martial arts family?
I haven't seen it, I haven't heard of it, and it has nothing to do with me."
It’s about money.
I only want to ask you one question: what happened in the Black Valley Witch Corpse Village today and where are the people you arrested?”
"Young man, you're just telling me this."
The old man sneered, as if he didn't care at all.
Zhao Wuji took one look and knew that this old guy was a ruthless character.
He might have some killer skills.
He was so ruthless that he suddenly grabbed the opponent's arm with his other hand, clicked it, and decisively removed one of the opponent's arms.
What kind of respect for the elderly and love for the young?
, Go to hell, this is a battlefield.
Thinking that Zhang Peng and others might have been killed, a murderous aura arose spontaneously, and the surrounding air seemed to solidify.
The old man didn't expect Zhao Wuji to be so ruthless.
He started to do it when he was told.
He broke out in cold sweat from the pain.
It took him a while to catch his breath.
His face turned pale and he lost his composure.
Witchcraft and martial arts are different.
They don't fight with the body.
With the strange secret method of medicine, Zhao Wuji used his energy to protect his body.
No witches, poisonous insects or poisonous insects could get close to him, so naturally he had nothing to do with it.
Originally, after the old man found out that he could not hurt Zhao Wuji, he wanted to delay time by getting close to him, and slowly looked for Zhao Wuji's flaws.
He never expected that Zhao Wuji would suddenly attack, and he did not dare to be careless.
The old man completely believed that he would not answer this question and waited for himself.
There is only one way to die.
After thinking about this, the old man quickly said: "The Black Valley Witch Corpse Village has been controlled by him.
When the person you are looking for comes to the village, he controls the villagers to receive him warmly, and he poisons the water.
After he succeeds, he brings the person into the witch sect. ."
He said, pointing to the man in black robe who had been knocked unconscious.
Hearing this, Zhao Wuji understood why Zhang Peng and others were plotted against him.
Witch poison is colorless and tasteless, and most people would definitely not be able to identify it.
They would drink water after receiving it.
Especially for soldiers, no matter how cautious they are, they can't hold back everyone's enthusiasm.
I am not wary of ordinary people, not to mention that people from the witchcraft religion are very difficult to guard against the poison.
Even if you don't drink water, you will still be poisoned, but in a different way.
"How did you know?"
Zhao Wuji asked coldly.
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Since he knew the news about Zhang Peng and others, he couldn't be anxious, so he calmly asked coldly.
Suddenly, the mental perception that Zao Wuji released on the old man was keenly aware of something coming out of the old man.
He couldn't help but lower his head and saw that it was a colorful spider, only the size of a fingernail, and it looked like a human face.
Weirdly, Zhao Wuji was horrified, and he moved his palm like lightning, and a burst of inner energy came out of his hand, forming a gang energy and hitting the colorful spider.
"Gangqi" the old man blurted out in surprise.
"Ghost-faced Spider" Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically.
Seeing that the spider was injured by his own aura, he felt relieved and became furious.
With a click, he took off the old man's other arm and said coldly: "Be honest with me.
I wouldn’t mind giving you a taste of it.”
"You know it and you actually developed Gang Qi.
No wonder you didn't notice it when you followed me.
How did you develop Gang Qi at such a young age?
Who are you?"
The old man no longer had the calmness before and asked in one breath.
Got several questions.
Of course Zao Wuji knew how powerful the "Ghost-Faced Spider" was.
It was definitely the king of spiders.
Even though it was only so big, it was extremely poisonous.
It lived in dark and humid places and made a living by swallowing the venom of poisonous insects.
Because of its small size, The crawling speed is relatively slow, and it can only look for those poisonous insects that have just died to devour them.
Because they swallow too much toxins, new toxins are formed.
As long as they are bitten by them, there is no cure.
The old man naturally knew how powerful the "Ghost-Faced Spider" was, and knew that Zhao Wuji could do what he said, but he still couldn't help but be curious.
After asking a series of questions, he immediately looked at Zhao Wuji with anticipation.
Gang Qi is an energy form formed by the release of internal Qi.
To the naked eye, it looks like an energy light wave.
The color of Gang Qi is different for each warrior.
Those who practice Tai Chi are cyan, those who practice Xingyi are red, and those who practice Xingyi are red.
Bagua is white, and so on, but Zao Wuji is actually gray, which is very rare.
Of course, Zhao Wuji knew very little about Gang Qi.
When he heard the old man shouting, he was stunned for a moment, looked at the other person in confusion, and said slowly: "How to remove the witchcraft among them?"
"Do you think I will tell you?"
The old man looked like he was risking his life, but he was very tough.
Both arms were crippled, but he still endured the severe pain and did not cry out.
"So, even if I want to ask you about the location of the witch sect, I won't be able to tell you."
Zhao Wuji sneered.
With the murderous intention in his heart, he took out the "ink knife" and looked at the old man coldly.
If he disagreed with him, he immediately took action.
"It's only a day's journey to the west from here.
No foreign teacher knows the exact location."
The old man didn't know what he was thinking, but he actually took the initiative to say it this time.
Zhao Wuji was stunned and looked at the other person in surprise.
He saw that the corners of the other person's mouth were moving slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
He couldn't find it if he wasn't paying attention.
Suddenly, the corner of the old man's eye trembled, and a black object suddenly appeared in the air.
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Zhao Wuji immediately sensed the danger of the black object, and instinctively retreated ten meters away, but he heard the old man say arrogantly: "Boy, you are an enemy of my witch sect, you don't know the heights of the world, try my mist evil."
Then he burst out laughing.
Zhao Wuji was startled and couldn't help but ask: "What is the fog evil?"
The old man said arrogantly: "I have spent my whole life refining the essence of miasma and poisonous gas.
It is not that easy to kill me.
I will support you even if I die."
Zhao Wuji was frightened and did not dare to be careless.
He struck out a few times with lightning speed at the fog demon in the void.
The strong aura blew the fog demon away, but it still rushed towards Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji was shocked and hurriedly He ran back, only to find that the old man had also fled towards the dense forest.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Wuji sneered.
He looked at the mist again.
It was getting bigger and bigger, and slowly melted in the void.
The mist said that Potian was just some poisonous gas.
If it is released, it cannot be taken back, and it is not controlled by anyone.
As long as you stay away, it'll be fine, but then, the old man took the opportunity to run away.
However, Zhao Wuji was not worried at all.
His mental perception locked the direction of the old man's escape.
Looking at the mist again, it was getting lighter and lighter.
When it fell to the ground, the plants on the ground immediately turned black, and even the black fog not far away After the man in the robe was exposed to the mist, he also turned black, bleeded from all his orifices, and could no longer die.
"What a powerful fog evil."
Zhao Wuji couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, secretly glad that he had seen the opportunity just now.
If he breathed even a little bit of air containing fog evil, and got even a little bit of fog evil, this would This is where my life is handed down.
The people of the witchcraft are really powerful.
The wizard's different fighting modes left Zhao Wuji with lingering fears.
In terms of martial arts, Zhao Wuji was really not afraid of anyone, but witchcraft was so weird that Zhao Wuji didn't even know when the opponent would start.
I was running fast, but I fell down this time.
Thinking of this, Zhao Wuji became very angry and chased after the old man. 160420oshow7: