Chapter 425: Black-robed Monk
"Uncle Master, we have been tracking that kid for nearly a month, but we have not found any trace of him. Could it be that he has disappeared from the world?"
"It's absolutely impossible. Although this person has been able to advance after inheriting the ancient monk's inheritance, he is only in the late stage of foundation building, but he is not qualified to enter my Dharma Eyes. He must have used some concealment techniques to hide it. However, he has been hit by my 'Yin Yang Seven Brass Curse' and after so many days of exhaustion, he will not be able to escape very far. As long as we search patiently, we will definitely find him."
"Yes, this mantra of Master Master tortured a senior at the same level as you in the Mana Stage to death. That boy was only in the late stage of Foundation Establishment like me and had just advanced to the next level. How could he resist Master Master?" magical power?"
"Hmph, this person dares to seize the treasure in front of me. Planting this curse on him will be easier for him. When I catch him, I will definitely let him know what life is truly worse than death."
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The above conversation came from a middle-aged man in the early stage of magic power and a young monk in the late stage of foundation building.
The middle-aged man was wearing a green Tibetan robe, and half of his face was wearing a silver iron mask, which gave off a cold light under the refraction of the sun.
The young monk in the late stage of foundation building was wearing dark blood-colored clothes and looked a bit feminine. The aura of the two people's skills was slightly cold, and they seemed to be evil cultivators.
At this moment, they were flying at low altitude in a snowy plain, their consciousness constantly scanning the surroundings, not missing any hidden place, obviously looking for the whereabouts of certain people.
But after searching for a long time, they found nothing.
A few more days passed like this, and the young man in blood-clothed clothes couldn't help but frown, and said gloomily: "Uncle Master, did that kid really disappear? How come there is no trace at all?"
"He can't escape." The man with the iron mask stopped and said, "I originally planned to search for a few more days, but now it seems I can only use some means."
As he spoke, he made a secret in his hand and recited a low spell in his mouth. Several lines of light appeared on his palm, gradually turning into blood red. With one finger of his secret, he immediately spread out in all directions and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Traces.
However, after using this technique, a few drops of sweat appeared on the forehead of the iron-masked man, and half of his face under the iron mask became a little pale, as if he had consumed a lot of real energy.
"Uncle Master, what are you doing?" the young man asked doubtfully.
"This technique is my unique tracking secret technique. It has the same origin as the 'Yin Yang Seven Brass Curse'. Anyone within a hundred miles can sense the other party. However, it needs to be activated by my own blood. I will not use it unless I have to." "It's a trick." The iron-faced man said solemnly: "That kid's hiding skills are far beyond my expectation. He can be proud of me using this trick to track him."
After saying this, he raised his hand and waved, and after the auspicious clouds gathered under his feet, he flew away in the direction where the light pattern disappeared.
The young man did not dare to hesitate in the slightest and hurriedly followed.
"Uncle, look, what is this?"
Not long after flying away, the young man suddenly stopped with a condensed expression on his face, looking somewhere below with a look of surprise.
After hearing this, the man with the iron mask followed the young man's gaze and saw a white brocade handkerchief looming in the snow. It looked like a magic weapon made from some kind of spiritual cloth. However, at the moment, the light was dim, lost its aura, and became an ordinary handkerchief. things.
However, this object is not so much a brocade handkerchief as it is a fragment that fell from the original body of the magic weapon.
Taking the cloth in his hand and measuring it carefully, the iron-faced man seemed to think of something. After a slight start, his face suddenly turned cold.
The young man's eyes flashed, and he seemed to be sure of something, and said: "Uncle Master, if I remember correctly, this rag seems to be the magic weapon from that kid. He used to control it in the ancient monk's cave. Use this thing to fight with us."
"That's right." The iron-faced man nodded, with a ferocious smile on his face, "This magic weapon was shattered by my magical power. He must have accidentally dropped it when he escaped. Hehe... Now as long as you follow this fragment The breath will surely find that boy!”
He pointed his fingers together, and the light pattern reappeared in his hand and penetrated into the rags.
There was a soft sound of "chi", the rag trembled a few times and then slowly rose into the air, the light pointing faintly somewhere.
When the two saw this scene, they both chuckled. The man in the iron mask cast a spell to take back the rag and then pursued it in this direction.
This rag has the residual aura of its owner, and if you follow it away, it will be invisible.
"Eh? My fellow Taoists, please stay."
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from not far behind, and there seemed to be a bit of surprise in the words.
The uncle and nephew paused for a moment, then turned around with equally surprised faces. They saw a young man in black clothes slowly descending on the auspicious clouds, looking at the rags in their hands with surprise.
The man with the iron mask took a look at the man who came. He had a round face and an unattractive appearance, but he was also a magic monk. His cultivation was not weaker than his own. So he suppressed his temper and asked politely: "Your Excellency, please call us two. I don't know who is there." What advice?”
The monk in black clothes also looked at the two of them, with a vague look in his eyes that no one could detect. After a moment, he chuckled and waved his hand, saying: "I don't dare to give you advice, I just feel that the piece in my fellow Taoist's hand is The magic weapon is slightly familiar, and it seems to be an acquaintance, so I want to ask you two questions."
"Do you know the owner of this magic weapon?"
The two of them looked stern and immediately became alert.
The origin of this person is unknown, and he recognizes the fragment of the magic weapon. He is afraid that it has something to do with its owner. They are going to hunt down that person this time. If the monk in black clothes intervenes, things may be in trouble.
The monk in black clothes paused for a moment, as if thinking about something, then sneered and said, "How could you not recognize it? The owner of this magic weapon killed one of my disciples. I have been looking for him for a long time, but this person is He is very cunning, and has allowed him to escape several times. I just saw you two holding this thing, and I recognized it at the next glance. I wonder if you two are related to that person? "
At this point, the monk in black clothes narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the two of them with a slight chill in his eyes.
The iron-faced man had no expression on his face. After looking at the monk in black clothes for a long time, he said: "I see, but you may have misunderstood. That man also has some grudges against my uncle and nephew. I am also looking for his traces and preparing to take him away." Killed him."
He did not mention that the man had snatched the treasure in front of them not long ago.
"Oh, that being the case, do you two know her whereabouts?" The monk in black clothes asked lightly.
The iron-faced man frowned slightly and became gloomy and silent.
There were several things in that man's hand that were important to them. It took a lot of energy to track them all the way. They could probably lock the other person's whereabouts now. How could he reveal them to others so easily?
What's more, this monk in black clothes came in a strange way. Even though he said that he wanted to seek revenge on that person, it was impossible for the man with the iron mask to believe him easily.
The monk in black clothes seemed to see something from the expressions of the two men, and immediately smiled lightly and said: "Just now I saw that fellow Taoist has magical powers. If my guess is correct, fellow Taoist should be able to find that person through the aura on this fragment." , But fellow Taoist, don’t worry, after that person killed my disciple, he also took away my disciple’s treasure. If I can rely on my fellow Taoist’s magical power to find this person this time, I will directly take the disciple’s relics, and then that person His life will be taken care of by fellow Taoists."
The iron-faced man and the foundation-building young man looked at each other, but both said nothing. After thinking for a long time, the iron-faced man said: "If the Taoist friend only takes the disciple's relics, it is okay to take the Taoist friend with me to find the person. However, at the moment, I can only determine the direction of the person's escape from the fragments of this magic weapon. The specific location is still unknown. Unable to lock."
The monk in black clothes looked happy when he heard this and said: "It doesn't matter, my fellow Taoist can determine the direction in which he escaped. He has extraordinary powers. As long as we follow the traces and search, it will not be difficult to find him with our cultivation."
"Your Excellency is absolutely right."
The man in the iron mask shook one hand, and light patterns flickered on his palm. The rag flew into the air and then disappeared in a certain direction.
When the man in the iron mask saw this, he sneered on his face and said: "This person is in the southwest of the ice valley. Your Excellency, please follow me and go there."
"Thank you, fellow Taoist." The monk in black clothes smiled and handed over his hand.
The man with the iron mask waved his hand, returned the salute and then left first.
Afterwards, the foundation-building young man glanced at the monk in black robes, with a somewhat strange look on his face. However, facing such senior masters, he did not dare to say anything, and he and Yu Bao immediately caught up with the man in the iron mask.
Looking at the backs of the two of them, the monk in black clothes smiled and followed them slowly in the mist.
After walking for a while, he looked around and asked, "I'm very grateful for the help from fellow Taoist, but I haven't asked my Taoist for your name yet?"
The iron-faced man frowned and had no intention of answering. After being silent for a while, he said: "Your Excellency and I just met by chance. Once we catch that person, we will part ways. It doesn't matter whether we know his name or not. Why do you need it?" Confused about this?”
"No, no, we are destined to meet each other. We, the monks, should make friends and explore the way of practice together. If everyone is stuck in their own way, how can we make a breakthrough?" The monk in black clothes shook his head in denial, and then looked at it for two more times. He glanced at it and said with a smile: "The aura of the martial arts of the two of you is slightly special. I guess you are not from the northern range of Tian Chong Mountain. Could it be that you are from the southern boundary of the mountain?"
The iron-faced man suddenly stopped and looked at the monk in black robes up and down, with a sharp look in his eyes.
"Your guess is correct, my master, uncle and nephew are from Nanshan."
After a while, the iron-faced man nodded. Although his tone was calm, his expression was gloomy, and he was obviously wary.
The monk in black clothes didn't seem to notice the vigilance of the iron-faced man, but still smiled softly and talked to himself: "It is said that the magic of Nanshan is prosperous, and there are many second-rate or even first-rate demon sects gathered together. They are famous and have great bearing. Extraordinary, he must come from a certain sect.”
The two looked at each other and saw strong vigilance in each other's eyes. The iron-faced man's eyes showed a cold light and he didn't answer coldly.
Obviously he was very dissatisfied with the temptation of the monk in black clothes.
At this time, the monk in black clothes coughed twice as if he had realized it, and said: "You two seem reluctant to mention the sect. In this case, I won't ask any more questions."
The iron-faced man snorted coldly and continued to move forward without saying anything more.
But at this moment, the broken piece of magic weapon skin in his hand suddenly trembled and emitted a faint shimmer, causing him to look downwards with a ferocious look on his face.