Cultivator In Martial God World

It was a mass of black hair, which was thrown in the corner of the wall, and it was still stained with blood.

Yang Xuan’s divine sense scanned the hair and finally determined that it was Chikong’s hair.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps sounded, and then a voice came from behind: "What are you doing here?"

Yang Xuan turned around and took a look. The first thing that catches the eye is the scar on Song Qingyu's eyebrows, which resembles a centipede.

"I want to see if there are any clues." Yang Xuan is telling the truth, there is nothing to hide, such is human nature.

Song Qingyu came over and took a cold look at Yang Xuan, and then asked: "Is there anything you found?"

Yang Xuan shook his head: "No."

Song Qingyu's eyes were cold, coldly said: "Do what you want, don't come here anymore."

This time Yang Xuan didn't say anything, but after a glance at Song Qingyu, he turned around and left. .

Only in a place where Song Qingyu can't see, the hair in the corner has quietly disappeared.

When returning to house, Yang Xuan directly took out the hair.

The divine sense immersed the hair like flowing water. The Life Aura, which belongs to the red sky, is full of details under the scan of Yang Xuan with no opportunity.

After a while, his gaze passed through the window and fell in a certain direction.

The breath in this hair is vaguely connected to a certain point.

That is Soul Aura belonging to Akira.

next moment, he leaned back slightly and sank directly into the ripples.

Besides the Medical Department, there is a vast and undeveloped primitive forest, in which ancient trees are towering to the sky, vines are everywhere, and it is impervious to the wind.

During the reproduction of various animals and plants, each of them ran around, showing a scene of vigor and vitality.

Yang Xuan shuttles between the jungles at a very fast speed, stopping from time to time to feel carefully.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the blood stained on a vine.

I walked over and took a look with my hand. The blood hasn't solidified yet, it looks like it was only left a while ago.

He was about to fly up, suddenly his heart moved, divine sense had already leaned back.

A black silhouette flashed away, swept to a darker place.

Yang Xuan followed without any hesitation.

The speed of the black shadow is very fast, it shuttles between the jungle, if there is no entity, even at the speed of Yang Xuan, before Shrinking the Earth into an Inch, it cannot rely on speed alone. Close in a short time.

The black shadow seems to have deliberately led Yang Xuan to somewhere, changing direction from time to time.

Yang Xuan is not in a hurry, just following behind.

So for about an hour, the shadow stopped in front of a cave.

Yang Xuan fell down and looked at the figure with his back facing him. After a long silence, he suddenly sighed.

The shadow turned slowly, and under the messy hair was a pale and bloodless face.

It is the first Holy Son of Holy Mountain, Chikong.

Chi Kong has a strange smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth are upturned, like a rag doll with a split mouth, which looks extremely terrifying.

He stretched out his finger slowly, and after nodding at Yang Xuan Yang Xuan, he said in a very hoarse and cold voice: "Who are you?"

Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed, because the sound was not a red-sky sound at all.

Chi Kong jié jié laughed strangely, his body suddenly leaned forward, his toes staggered, and the whole person leaped towards Yang Xuan in a very strange posture.

People have not yet arrived, and the dreadful white nails under the night have torn the void, bringing out five long, narrow and dark Space Cracks.

Yang Xuan's eyes condensed, his arm shook, and a crystal-like jade palm greeted him with a little golden glow.

bang!

After the loud noise, the trees and rocks within a hundred meters of each other turned into powder and floated away.

Yang Xuan has a solemn expression, because from the previous fight, he has already discovered Chikong’s cultivation base at this time.

Heaven Grade late stage.

Fortunately, he seemed to have some scruples. He compressed his power within a range, which did not cause more serious consequences.

Without a blow in the air, jié jié rushed forward again with a weird smile, so swiftly, as if he would not give up without killing Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan was about to meet him, but found that the opposite Chikong suddenly staggered, and then his whole body froze in place.

After a while, a familiar and anxious voice suddenly uttered from Chi Kong’s mouth: "Yang Xuan, you go quickly."

Yang Xuan was taken aback and tried to ask: "Chi Kong?"

"It's me, I don't have much time, listen to me." Chikong's body twisted strangely, as if two different powers were competing for control of the body.

"What the hell is going on?" Yang Xuan asked loudly.

"My...I have another person in my body." Chikong said in a hasty tone: "I can't control it, you go, go."

Yang Xuan did not retreat, but went forward, and went two steps forward to get to the subject: "How can I help you?"

"If...If I am completely out of control, please kill...Kill me..."

The words of Chi Kong were not finished yet, his originally stiff body suddenly took a step forward, and his hands were like sharp arrows piercing towards Yang Xuan.

next moment, Yang Xuan's hands bloom like lotus flowers, and his fingers move in a wheel to bring out a cloud of mist, which is lithe and graceful.

Zheng Zheng.

After a while of gold and iron, the two took a step back.

"jié jié! So your name is Yang Xuan." That kind of weird voice appeared again, seeming to be far and near, unpredictable.

Suddenly, a golden long sword appeared in Yang Xuan's hand.

He is ready to capture Chikong, and then make plans.

Just as he was about to shoot, there was a sudden fluctuation in the distance.

"jié jié, Yang Xuan, we are not finished." Chikong suddenly retreated back and quickly disappeared into the night.

The voice came in, and Yang Xuan was sluggish for a moment.

Because of that voice, it gave him a very familiar feeling, as if he had heard it somewhere.

Just before he could think about it, a golden silhouette swept over directly behind him.

The guard of the imperial court, Song Qingyu.

"Where is the person?"

Song Qingyu's voice is very cold, like a cold pool in the cold night.

Yang Xuan retracted his thoughts and asked: "Who?"

"Lin Tongfang!"

Song Qingyu stood quietly in the void, her eyes like two cold blades , Stab Yang Xuan straightly.

Yang Xuan shook his head, indifferently said: "I don't know."

"I don't know?" Song Qingyu slowly approached, her voice like ice: "I just saw you and He played against him."

Yang Xuan chuckled: "Since you have seen him run away after fighting against me, come and ask me, isn't it nonsense?"

Song Qingyu's eyes are bad, coldly said: "You are out here alone late at night. What do you intend to do?"

"Do I have to report to you wherever I go?" Yang Xuan asked back.

"At this very time, I have the right to inquire." Song Qingyu exudes a chill.

"I can't sleep, so I can go for a walk, can't it?" Yang Xuan said indifferently, then turned around and left.

chi!

Behind him, a sharp sound of breaking through the sky sounded, accompanied by a huge chill, which pierced Yang Xuan's heart.

Yang Xuan turned slightly to one side, and turned around in an instant, with his right arm from bottom to top, holding a little starlight upwards.

Boom!

After a muffled sound, the two of them backed away at the same time.

Song Qingyu's eyes are even worse, coldly said: "Do you dare to resist?"

Yang Xuan's face also became cold, and said: "What does General Song mean?"

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Sneered Song Qingyu: "I now suspect that you are related to the Lin Tongfang murder case. I will formally arrest you. I hope you will not resist and cooperate with the investigation."

Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed After a long silence, he said every word: "General Song insists on doing this?"

Song Qingyu did not speak any more, but slowly pulled out a handful of limpid autumn water from her waist. The knife has a long and slender blade, and the chill is pressing.