After becoming a demon hunter, he found out that Lao Gong was the demon emperor

He Lan's kiss carried a hint of comfort.

Song Zheng closed his eyes, feeling He Lan's warm lips, and the palms rubbing against his waist.

After a long time, He Lan let go of him and looked at him with burning eyes.

"No matter what happens, we will eventually catch the people behind this and bring justice to all the wronged souls, those innocent lives lost."

Song Zheng settled down and relaxed slightly.

He Lan looked at the top of his head calmly, where the faintly glowing place had calmed down.

He discovered a pattern, whenever Song Zheng had a big mood swing, the relics would unconsciously form a protective system and begin to radiate the energy in it.

Song Zheng rubbed his chest, the tingling sensation had disappeared, he knew that this was not the time to explore this matter, the ultimate thing now was to find this man, they and their colleagues were in the hands of this man.

Whether it is life or death is unknown.

After He Lan comforted Song Zheng, he turned around and searched elsewhere, but found no important clues.

Song Zheng was thinking about what he saw just now.

The murderer was obviously not afraid of demon hunters like them, and even deliberately destroyed the positioning system to provoke him.

So if he wanted to make a verdict on the demon catcher, where would it be?

Moreover, judging from the information about the Teng Snake Sect, this person is [-]% sure to be a follower of the Teng Snake Sect. Since he wants to kill all the apostates, he must hope that the descendants of the Teng Snake Sect can see it. .

able to identify with him.

Thinking of this, Song Zheng dragged He Lan out.

"Sister Ke Ke, have they returned from the forest?"

He Lan: "They set off half an hour ago. According to their speed, it is estimated that this will come out soon."

Song Zheng: "Tell them to turn around, he may return to that cave."

The two got into the car, and Song Zheng explained his analysis and thoughts just now.

"These are just my conjectures, and I'm not sure if I just went there."

He still hesitated.

He Lan has finished sending the message, and has already transferred to the direction of the forest.

"You have to trust your own judgment."

It was getting dark.

Song Zheng hadn't eaten anything except the cake in the morning.

But strangely, I didn't feel hungry at all.

There is a mess of threads tangled together in my mind, and I can't figure it out.

This should be an important thing, but I can't think of it after racking my brains.

Song Zheng frowned subconsciously.

Teng Snake Sect, Xilu Village, and the Yaozu princess, what is the connection between them?

What is the connection between myself and these things.

His intuition told him that everything he had been confused about would be solved when the murderer was found.

When He Lan and Song Zheng arrived at the Death Forest, it was already completely dark.

The surrounding roads were not very smooth, so the two put the car at the foot of the mountain and hurried into the mountain.

Entering this forest for the third time, it is still difficult to tell the direction.

Song Zheng had left special incense powder along the way before, but there are traces to follow.

Unexpectedly, He Lan said in a low voice: "Hold tight."

As he spoke, he put Song Zheng's bracelet around his waist, and his figure floated up.

It really floated up.

Song Zheng looked at this man with some fascination. He has never been able to figure out where He Lan's real strength is.

But obviously much higher than himself.

In the space of wild thoughts, He Lan has already reached the depths of the forest.

There is no signal in the woods, and mobile devices are almost equal to none.

But there is obviously a special way of contact between He Lan and the members of the assault team.

He casually plucked a leaf from a tree next to him, slightly moved his fingers together, drew some kind of talisman, and the leaf floated up by itself.

Song Zheng: "So the leaves can also draw symbols?"

He Lan led him forward: "The former masters who practiced to a certain level can hurt people by flying leaves and picking flowers. Similarly, if the ability reaches a certain level, this simple talisman is not a problem."

Song Zheng felt that he had not cultivated yet.

The cave was close at hand, but there was no sound inside.

The two of them were in the woods outside the cave.

Song Zheng frowned: "Did I guess wrong?"

He Lan pressed his shoulder: "Don't be too anxious, he may not be so fast."

After a while, He Lan's green leaf flew back again.

He pushed the leaf, and the leaf became a dead leaf.

"A few of them are also nearby, and this time he will definitely not let him escape."

Song Zheng suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and waited quietly with He Lan.

Ten minutes passed, and he began to frown.

Twenty minutes passed, and he was a little uneasy. If his prediction was wrong, would those people lose their lives?

Ten minutes passed, and Song Zheng didn't intend to wait any longer.

At this time, He Lan said quietly: "Here we come."

Song Zheng glanced at him.

He Lan made a quiet movement.

The two climbed up the tree until they stood at the top, hidden among the lush branches.

He Lan said it was coming, there must be nothing wrong with it.

After waiting quietly for more than ten minutes, the sound of branches rubbing and people walking finally reached my ears from a distance.

Song Zheng calmly looked in that direction almost holding his breath.

The sky was very dark, but since the monster was dealt with in the cave that day, Song Zheng felt that he had somehow opened up the second channel of Ren and Du, and his eyesight was excellent even in the night.

Soon, a figure appeared in Song Zheng's sight, followed by the three missing colleagues.

It's just that those colleagues all lowered their heads, and wherever the man went, he followed him, even the movements were exactly the same.

"Advanced puppetry."

Song Zheng was surprised, this person's ability is really strong.

He heard his master mention puppetry.

Low-level puppetry can manipulate simple inanimate things, and a higher level can control small creatures such as animals, while high-level puppetry can control higher creatures such as humans.

However, the strange thing is that Song Zheng didn't feel the evil spirit in this person.

It wasn't until that person brought three colleagues into the cave that He Lan issued another order.

This cave is the only way out here, as long as the entrance of the cave is blocked, he will have no way out.

The only worry was the three colleagues who were hostages.

He Lan and Song Zheng fell to the ground quietly, and the two of them approached the entrance of the cave quietly.

A needle can be heard in the quiet cave.

A strange whisper came from inside.

This man speaks the language of the demon clan.

But the strange thing is that Song Zheng understood everything.

"Great ancestors, I am Ji Wen, the eighth generation suzerain of Teng Snake Sect. Today I bring sacrifices to condolences to the heroic spirits of the sect."

The man didn't realize that Song Zheng had already guessed the location here.

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the three colleagues in front of him, and snapped his fingers.

A terrified voice came from inside.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh..." The only female colleague was screaming desperately.

"Here... what is this place?"

"who are you?"

As soon as the three colleagues regained consciousness, they were faced with a coffin in a cave, and the man in front of him who could almost be said to have a very sunny appearance.

Ji Wen was very satisfied with the fear of the people in front of him, he laughed until he almost went crazy.

"My magic weapon is gone."

"mine too."

Ji Wen sneered: "It's only your half-baked level, you still want to catch me, enjoy this moment, today is your last day."

He Lan and Song Zheng looked at each other, and they jumped forward without hesitation for a moment.

Song Zheng's mahogany sword flew out instantly and slashed straight at Ji Wen, while He Lan stood in front of the three of them.

"Back off."

"Teacher He!"

There was a moment of surprise on Ji Wen's expression, and then he dodged to avoid Song Zheng's blow.

"I didn't expect you to come here so quickly."

Song Zheng spun and fell from the air and stood straight in front of Ji Wen, pointing his mahogany sword at him, and said coldly, "There are many things you didn't expect."

Ji Wen sneered, but when he saw Song Zheng's appearance clearly, his pupils shrank.

"You... who are you?"

Song Zheng's brows were stern, and his eyes were calm: "Grandpa who took your life."

Ji Wen looked at Song Zheng but took three steps back: "No, it's impossible, how could it be?"

Song Zheng didn't know how his face offended him.

He tilted his head: "About this demon-killing case, do you admit it or not?"

Ji Wen looked at the mahogany sword pointed at him, and suddenly shouted: "You shouldn't belong to them, you should be like me."

Song Zheng's eyebrows moved slightly: "What do you mean?"

Ji Wen looked him up and down again, and said, "No, you're not him, he wouldn't point his sword at his people."

He Lan said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense with him, take him down first, take him back and ask if you have anything to do."

Song Zheng nodded: "That makes sense."

Ji Wen seemed to have heard some joke: "It's ridiculous to want to catch me, it's ridiculous, hahahaha."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers suddenly, and the three colleagues standing behind him suddenly shot at He Lan.

The puppetry has never been lifted.

He Lan dodged and knocked the three of them unconscious.

Song Zheng knew that Ji Wen was not an ordinary character.

He held his sword across his chest, and the sharp sword slashed across his palm, and the smell of blood spread in the hole.

He Lan's eyes darkened, and his eyes were obscure.

Tao Mujian was awakened instantly.

"Go ahead!"

There was a faint light in Song Zheng's eyes.

Ji Wen made a strange cooing sound, and the evil spirit instantly filled the entire cave.

He didn't know how to hide his evil spirit before, and even Song Zheng didn't recognize it.

A pair of huge wings stretched out from behind Ji Wen's torn clothes.

The clothes on the back were instantly burned to ashes.

The wings are very strange, with sparse and black feathers.

"You thought you could catch me."

Ji Wen groaned twice, his huge wings fluttered twice and rose from the ground, a gust of wind was blown up on the ground, and he had already flown into the air.

Nie Keke, who came to help following the order, froze at the entrance of the cave.

"After a long time, it turned out to be a birdman."

When Ji Wen heard this, hatred popped out of his eyes.

"You stupid humans, this is a divine representative, this is a symbol of inheritance."

Song Zheng was in the center of the battle, but strangely, he felt very calm, and even looked at Ji Wen with indescribable pity.

Nie Keke ran to He Lan's side: "Boss, do you want to help?"

He Lan raised his hand: "Wait a little longer."

Gentle light radiated from Song Zheng's whole body. The light was not very dazzling, but warm, like the sun.

Wu Xi and the others stared wide-eyed, watching Song Zheng rise from the ground without any help.

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Song Zheng: I can fly without wings, what are you talking about?