It was a mass of black hair, scattered in the corner, and stained with blood.


    After scanning the hair, Yang Xuan finally determined that it was chikong''s hair.


    At this time, footsteps sounded, and then a voice came from behind: "what are you doing here?"


    Yang Xuan turned around and saw that the first thing that came into his eyes was song Qingyu''s eyebrow, which looked like a centipede scar.


    "I want to see if there are any clues." Yang Xuan is honest. There''s nothing to hide. It''s human nature.


    Song Qingyu came over and looked at Yang Xuan coldly, then asked, "did you find anything?"


    Yang Xuan shook his head: "No."


    Song Qingyu''s eyes were cold and said coldly, "do your job and don''t come here again."


    This time Yang Xuan didn''t speak, but after looking at Song Qingyu, he turned and left.


    Just where song Qingyu couldn''t see, the hair in the corner of the wall had disappeared quietly.


    Back in the room, Yang Xuan took out the hair directly.


    His mind submerged his hair like running water. The breath of life belonging to the red sky was completely detailed under Yang Xuan''s omnipresent scanning.


    After a long time, my eyes fell in a certain direction through the window.


    The breath in this hair has a strange connection with a certain point.


    That is the soul breath belonging to the red sky.


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


    Outside the medical department, there is a vast, undeveloped virgin forest with towering ancient trees and vines everywhere.


    During the reproduction of various animals and plants, they run their own way, showing a vibrant scene of vitality.


    Yang Xuan shuttled between the dense forests 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 looked with my hand. The blood had not solidified yet. It looked like it had been left not long ago.


    Just as he was about to fly up, his mind suddenly moved, and his mind had stretched back.


    A black figure flashed away and swept away to a darker place.


    Without any hesitation, Yang Xuan followed him directly.


    The speed of the shadow is very fast. It shuttles between the dense forests. If there is no entity, even at the speed of Yang Xuan, it can''t be approached in a short time by speed alone without shrinking into inches.


    The shadow seemed to deliberately lead Yang Xuan to somewhere and change direction from time to time.


    Yang Xuan was not in a hurry. He just followed.


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


    Yang Xuan fell down and looked at his back to his body. After a long silence, he suddenly sighed.


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


    It is the first son of the holy mountain, chikong.


    Chikong had a strange smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth turned up, like a cloth doll with a cracked mouth, which looked very terrible.


    He slowly stretched out his fingers, pointed at Yang Xuan, and said in a very hoarse and cold voice, "who are you?"


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


    Chikong Jie smiled strangely. His body suddenly leaned forward and tiptoed. The whole man rushed towards Yang Xuan in a very strange posture.


    Before people arrived, the sharp white nails under the night had torn the void and brought out five narrow dark space cracks.


    Yang Xuan''s eyes coagulated, his arms shook, and a jade like palm greeted him with a little golden awn.


    Boom!


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


    Yang Xuan looked dignified, because from the fight just now, he had revealed chikong''s cultivation at this time.


    Days later.


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


    Chikong couldn''t succeed in one blow. Jie jumped up again with a strange smile. It was very fast. It looked like he didn''t stop until he killed Yang Xuan.


    Yang Xuangang was about to meet him, but he found that Chi Kong suddenly stumbled across from him, and then the whole man was stiff in place.


    After a long time, a familiar and anxious voice suddenly came out of chikong''s mouth: "Yang Xuan, go quickly."


    Yang Xuan was stunned and tried to ask, "Chi Kong?"


    "It''s me. I don''t have much time. Listen to me." chikong''s body twisted strangely. It seems that there are two different forces competing for the control of the body.


    "What''s going on?" Yang Xuan asked loudly.


    "My... There is another person in my body." chikong said in a hurry, "I can''t control it. Go, go."


    Yang Xuan did not retreat but moved forward. He took two steps and went straight to the theme: "how can I help you?"


    "If... If I completely lose control, please kill... Kill me..."


    Before Chi Kong finished his words, his original rigid body suddenly took a step forward, and his hands stabbed Yang Xuan like sharp arrows.


    At the next moment, Yang Xuan''s hands bloomed like lotus flowers, and his fingers moved, bringing out water mist. It was very graceful.


    Clank clank.


    After a roar of gold and iron, they took a step back.


    "Jie Jie! So your name is Yang Xuan." that strange voice appeared again. It seemed far and near, which was unpredictable.


    The golden awn suddenly appeared, and a long golden sword appeared directly in Yang Xuan''s hand.


    He is going to catch chikong and make plans.


    At the moment when he was about to shoot, there was a wave in the distance.


    "Jie Jie, Yang Xuan, we''re not finished." chikong suddenly retreated back and quickly disappeared into the night.


    The sound came to his ears, and Yang Xuan was dull for a moment.


    Because the voice gave him a very familiar feeling. It seemed that he had heard it somewhere.


    Just before he could think about it, a golden figure came directly behind him.


    The guard of the imperial court, song Qingyu.


    "Where are the people?"


    Song Qingyu''s voice was very cold. It was like a cold pool on a cold night.


    Yang Xuan took back his thoughts and asked, "who is it?"


    "Lin Tongfang!"


    Song Qingyu stood still in the void, looking like two cold blades, stabbing Yang Xuan directly.


    Yang Xuan shook his head and said faintly, "I don''t know."


    "Don''t know?" Song Qingyu approached slowly, his voice like ice: "I saw you fighting with him just now."


    Yang Xuanxiang smiled: "since you saw him escape after fighting with me, you still came to ask me, isn''t it nonsense?"


    Song Qingyu''s eyes were not good and said coldly, "what do you want to do when you go out here alone late at night?"


    "Should I report to you wherever I go?" Yang Xuan asked.


    "At this extraordinary time, I have the right to ask." Song Qingyu sent out a chill.


    "I can''t sleep. I can''t go out for a walk?" Yang Xuan said faintly, then turned and left.


    Hiss!


    Behind him, there was a sharp sound of breaking the air, accompanied by a huge cold, which stabbed Yang Xuan''s back heart.


    Yang Xuan turned to one side slightly, and his right arm was held up from bottom to top with a little starlight.


    Bang!


    After a dull sound, they retreated at the same time.


    Song Qingyu looked even worse and said coldly, "do you dare to resist?"


    Yang Xuan''s face was also cold and said, "what does general song mean?"


    Song Qingyu sneered: "I now suspect that you are related to Lin Tongfang''s murder. I issue a formal arrest for you. I hope you don''t resist and cooperate with the investigation."


    Yang Xuan''s eyes narrowed. After a long silence, he said word by word: "general song insists on this?"


    Song Qingyu didn''t speak any more, but slowly pulled out a long autumn water knife from her waist. The blade was slender and cold.