My sect is a bit weird

Chapter 12 Scum
In the forests of the Qiling Mountains, generally you have to be led by a foundation cultivator to enter, but some dangerous areas must also be avoided. He is a sixth-level Qi Refiner and is still alone. The beast must not be cold.

Zhou Ziming complained.

"According to the routine, the second senior brother should go to leveling. It's hard for me to have fun with his leveling. But what is the strange eye that came out of the void just now?"

Thinking of what happened just now, Zhou Ziming felt lingering fear. The suffocating feeling was like being targeted by a bloodthirsty demon. It was creepy.

……

At this time, somewhere in the forest.

There is a team of monks being chased by a cloud of black air
This group of people ran desperately, and there was only one person who ran slowly.

dead!
As soon as this cloud of black air touches a person, the person will bleed from the seven orifices and emit black air. In the blink of an eye, the whole body shrinks and becomes a skeleton.

After walking in the forest for a while, Zhou Ziming was taken aback when he saw a few people running over in a panic, thinking that they were going to kill people to seize the treasure, and wanted to hand over the few spirit stones on his body to save his life. It's okay to take off the clothes on your body, as long as you leave a pair of pants for him.

I don't want to lose face or anything, it's more important to save my life.

But he never thought that this group of people shouted at him from afar.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Seeing them running past like a gust of wind, Zhou Ziming looked dazed, "It turns out that they didn't come here to kill people and seize treasures. I was shocked."

But just as he turned his head back, he was really frightened this time.

What the hell!

A few more people ran towards here, but there were more clouds of black air winding from behind.

At this time, a crack was torn in the sky again, and the frightening blood-red strange eyes appeared just now, looking down on them, to be precise, looking down on Zhou Ziming.

"Ah uh, don't think about it, the second senior brother must have triggered some kind of perverted dungeon." Zhou Ziming ran away.

Among these people, there seemed to be quite a few people with excellent running talents. Although he was running ahead, some people surpassed him one after another.

It's okay to go on like this, so he won't be the last one?

So Zhou Ziming put on various talismans and ran vigorously, finally throwing some people behind him a distance away.

He was relieved that at least someone was at the bottom.

However, there is one person who has been keeping pace with Zhou Ziming. This person is wearing a white robe, looks talented, and looks quite gentle.

"My fellow daoist, can you tell me how you got into this monster? By the way, have you ever met a man with dark skin and a relatively strong figure carrying a big sword on his back?" Zhou Ziming took a breath, Asking while running, running like this is not the way to go.

I have to find a thigh to hug, so why don't I blame it in seconds.

But this man just didn't speak. There was fine sweat on his forehead, and he looked a little frightened. He must be too nervous, and Zhou Ziming didn't want to make fun of himself.

None of this group of people is a foundation builder and cannot fly with a sword, or there were foundation builder monks who escaped early.

Everyone was out of breath during the escape, but the black air behind them, like thousands of black snakes, still pursued closely.

He Buren has never been seen. Zhou Ziming understands that at least he will not appear until all the cannon fodder is gone.

He hates this law, cannon fodder is also human, at least leave someone to call 666.

……

While running, a female disciple immediately behind suddenly fell down and asked for help from the people around Zhou Ziming.

"Senior brother Qing, save me! Please, don't leave me behind!"

The desperate and helpless voice was pitiful, and Zhou Ziming couldn't help but look back.

This is a female disciple with a delicate face, she fell softly on the ground and stretched out her slender hands to ask for help from this person called Brother Qing, her eyes were full of tears and pitiful.

But this person didn't intend to stop at all, the woman shouted again: "Senior Brother Qing! Help you and don't leave me..."

Hearing this helpless and touching voice, Senior Brother Qing, who was dressed in white and looked gentle, finally hesitated for a while, looked back, gritted his teeth, turned and ran.

It is conceivable that the woman turned into a dead bone in despair, and her little hand was still stretched forward before she died...

Scum!

Zhou Ziming labeled this person a scum in his heart. He had a gentle face for nothing. At first, he had a modest and gentlemanly face and he was quite fond of him, but now he was swept away.

Zhou Ziming chased after her and said, "Scumbag, why didn't you save her just now?"

"Oh, save her, why not? Why don't you save her? And do you think I don't want to? But at this time, I don't need to risk my life."

……

"It seems to make sense, but it's not what I should say..."

Zhou Ziming thought that he and the fallen female monk were not related, so there was no need to take risks, but this person was her senior brother. When she first fell, if she went to rescue her immediately, she could basically come back safely, but unexpectedly Ran.

In any case, Zhou Ziming had already labeled him a scumbag. Although it was someone else's business, Zhou Ziming was still a little angry.

So I have always been angry with this white-clothed monk named Senior Brother Qing, keeping pace with each other, keeping a constant distance.

"Scum, you can run faster, or you will be caught up, and you will die."

"You're talking about a scumbag try, believe it or not, I'll kill you?"

"Scumbag!"

"you!"

While they were bickering, screams kept coming from behind, scaring them all to shut their mouths.

Just looking back, the strange eyes in the mid-air emitted a dark red light and swept towards the ground, and the ground was suddenly full of blue smoke.

Zhou Ziming was afraid for a while, "Fortunately, I hid quickly, otherwise I would be the one smoking."

After the blow just now, the speed of the black air is getting faster and faster, and it is very restless, and it will attack when it sees a living thing.

As soon as Zhou Ziming got up from the ground, a cloud of black air hit him. He moved his body to avoid it, and then ran for his life, followed by the black air.

Seeing the friar in white running ahead, Zhou Ziming ran up, panting and said: "Scum, why are you still alive? Sure enough, the disaster will last for thousands of years."

The monk in white turned his head to look at Zhou Ziming, and seeing the black air behind him, he immediately made a decision, kicked Zhou Ziming in the abdomen, and sent him flying back.

"Scum, I'll fuck your mother!"

Zhou Ziming's stomach twitched for a while, and he flew back on all fours and rolled on the ground like a bastard.

"Scum, you wait for me, even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go!"

The monk in white looked back at Zhou Ziming.

"You forced me, so that no one will know what I did. After I go back, I will still be their good brother. No matter what method I use, I must go back alive and not die in the hands of this monster." Yes, definitely..."

Then he ran away without looking back, leaving only Zhou Ziming to attract the monster's attention.

This monster looked at Zhou Ziming on the ground with its eyes in the void, and its eyes were full of contempt.

There were streaks of black air coming out of his eyes. Zhou Ziming quickly pasted on the speed talisman, the wind talisman, and the magic talisman. All the talismans that could accelerate were used. If these black air came into contact, he would have only one Dry bones.

But as soon as he took the first step, he was frozen, blood was flooding around him, and the whole earth was like a strong magnetic field that tightly sucked him and the earth together, making him unable to move.

Zhou Ziming was lucky to resist with spiritual power, but the more he resisted, the stronger the magnetic force on the ground seemed.

Both of his feet were directly sunk in it, and he couldn't help kneeling on the ground, with one knee directly embedded in the soil.

(End of this chapter)