Dark Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 109 Falling into the Trap

An unnamed ancient ruin.

The forest was dense and the ruins were everywhere, and the cawing of crows came from somewhere.

It sends chills down your spine.

This place is not far from the Black Mist Zone, and ferocious beasts and evil spirits often roam around here, making it quite dangerous.

Lang Kun turned his thick neck and glanced in the direction from which the crows were cawing, a sinister look appearing in his mostly black eyes.

He habitually licked his sharp canine teeth, a thirst for blood welling up inside him.

"Old Lang—"

The gray-robed cultivator beside Lang Kun frowned and complained, "Searching aimlessly like this isn't going to work. We can't just waste all our time here. Who knows where that stray cat is hiding?"

Lang Kun scoffed, "You know nothing! Do you know how much this stray cat that Boss Wu had us catch could sell for in the city?"

The gray-robed monk was taken aback: "How much?"

He really didn't know.

Lang Kun sneered, "At least twenty or thirty spirit stones!"

Twenty or thirty spirit stones!?

The gray-robed cultivator gasped, blurting out, "Damn it!"

He had been secretly complaining that Wu Laoda was just wasting his time by making everyone search for a catwoman in this ancient ruin every day.

Wouldn't it be better to use that much time to rob someone?

Now, having learned of the catwoman's value from Lang Kun, the gray-robed monk immediately realized his shallowness: "Really?"

Why would I lie to you?

Lang Kun replied in a deep voice, "Some wealthy people in the city have a taste for this. That stray cat is probably still in its original state; if it's trained properly, it'll be even more valuable!"

As he spoke, the demon wolf cultivator spat angrily onto the ground.

I don't know if it's jealousy or resentment!

However, at that moment, he caught a glimpse of a figure flashing past in the distance out of the corner of his eye.

Lang Kun suddenly looked up, his wolf-like eyes gleaming, and shouted sharply, "Found it! Send the signal now!"

Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly tensed and exerted force, and he sped towards his target like an arrow released from a bow.

The gray-robed monk reacted a beat too slow, but he still immediately flicked his wrist and fired a whistle arrow into the sky.

Beep~

A sharp whistling sound instantly shattered the tranquility of the ancient ruins, spreading in all directions.

At this moment, Lang Kun unleashed his magical power to the fullest extent, and combined with his agility, he instantly shortened the distance between himself and his target.

He had seen the catwoman's true appearance clearly.

The latter looked terrified, turned around and darted into the depths of the woods at an extremely fast speed.

Having finally spotted his target, how could Lang Kun possibly just watch his prey slip away right under his nose?

A low growl came from his throat, and his wolf eyes turned a crimson hue as he reached into his storage bag and pulled out a grappling hook.

He was about to throw it at Catwoman!

As a wolf descendant among the demon race, Lang Kun inherited his ancestor's strong physique and sharp mind, as well as his cruel nature.

Although his cultivation level was not very high, his perception was more sensitive than that of cultivators of the same level, and he was very good at hunting in mountainous forests.

The black grappling hook he had just grasped was one of Lang Kun's most proficient weapons.

Once entangled by the grappling hook, even ferocious beasts at the level of lions and tigers cannot break free!

Lang Kun was 90% confident that he could take down this cunning wildcat with a single blow.

But just as he was about to make his move, the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end, and an indescribable, intense sense of crisis arose in his heart.

wrong!

A beast-like intuition told Lang Kun that he was facing great danger.

However, before he could react, a bright sword light slashed from the right.

At that moment, Lang Kun's boiling blood froze instantly, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, with cold air rising from his feet to the top of his head!

We've fallen for their trap!

He was so focused on pursuing his target that he never imagined that the other party's appearance was actually a trap to lure him in.

Lang Kun has already stepped into a trap!

He just realized it a little too late.

puff!

The next moment, Lang Kun felt a chill on his neck, and then he was lifted into the air.

His vision suddenly rose, and his consciousness plummeted into an abyss.

The last thing this wolf-like demon saw was a familiar body lunging forward, its headless neck spurting several feet of crimson blood—a truly bizarre sight.

boom!

The headless wolf's body crashed heavily into a crumbling wall, bounced off the ground, twitched a few times, and then went still in the blink of an eye.

This scene was also witnessed by the gray-robed monks who were lagging behind.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He was like someone trapped in an inescapable nightmare, his limbs stiff.

At the same time, the gray-robed monk also saw the murderer who killed Lang Kun.

He was a young, plain-looking cultivator in blue robes wielding a long sword, but his eyes were colder and sharper than the sword's edge!

run!!

The gray-robed cultivator and the green-robed cultivator exchanged glances, and a large character suddenly appeared in their blank minds.

"what!"

He screamed in terror, then turned and ran away with all his might.

They completely lost the will to fight.

Actually, the gray-robed monk's reaction was quite normal.

Because his cultivation level was inferior to Lang Kun's, and his combat strength was far inferior to the latter's, he was always in a subordinate position when teaming up.

If Nalang Kun was killed by the opponent with a single sword strike, what qualifications does he have to dare to confront the opponent head-on?

With no chance of winning, the gray-robed monk could only hope that his companions would arrive in time after hearing the signal arrow.

At this moment, he wished he had two more legs.

Run as fast as you can!

But only a few breaths later, the gray-robed cultivator suddenly felt a wave of heat silently sweeping towards him.

He felt the temperature rising rapidly on his back and the back of his head.

The gray-robed monk subconsciously glanced back and was immediately dumbfounded.

He saw a fiery raven, its long wings outstretched in the air, swooping down on him with lightning speed!

"what!"

The gray-robed monk didn't even have time to dodge, letting out a desperate scream before being swooped down by the fire crow.

boom!

Thousands of sparks flew everywhere, instantly turning the gray-robed cultivator's clothes and part of his flesh to ashes. The power of the explosion mercilessly tore his body apart, engulfing him in flames.

The gray-robed monk was enduring unimaginable pain at this moment!

He tumbled to the ground and, in the blink of an eye, followed Lang Kun.

A few dozen steps away, Zhang Qing slowly withdrew his raised left hand.

Meow~

The kitten girl darted past him.

A moment later, she returned with two storage bags, proudly showing off to Zhang Qing: "Meow!"

One of the storage bags had its dial charred black.

But it was not damaged.

Zhang Qing smiled and reached out to rub the little cat girl's head.

His gaze simultaneously turned to the distance!

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