The two of them were not at all prepared. After hearing this faint sound, their hair all over their bodies exploded, especially Wu Feng, who had already used the skills of listening to the ant before. There was absolutely no sound made by living people when they walked around. When did this person appear? Could it be that he was an extremely master? Even if he could not even realize his existence with his own cultivation, then this person's cultivation is already considered to be against the will of heaven.

These thoughts were just in the flash. Wu Feng immediately turned around. While turning around, the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword was already tightly held in his hand. But what surprised Wu Feng was that except for the living dead people hanging on the cave wall, there was no expert in making any decisions.

Oh my God, is it haunted? This is? Who was talking just now, Liao Xiaoniu suddenly felt even colder. He subconsciously approached Wu Feng a little, and looked around in a panic, but he was like Wu Feng. Apart from the people hanging on the wall, there were no living people there.

Don't look around, it's the sound of the monk talking again. He was still very weak, so weak that he couldn't hear it without listening carefully. Fortunately, the cave is very empty, so the sound still sounds very obvious.

Since he couldn't see the others, Wu Feng's gaze quickly fell on the wall of the living dead people. Finally, he finally found the person who was talking just now. He would never have thought that the collarbone was pierced and there was a monster on his back sucking blood. The person who had been hanging on the wall for several days could still speak.

The person who spoke was an old monk. I don’t know if it was because he was sucked in blood and essence, or if he was very old himself. At this moment, he was turning his head and looking at Wu Feng and Liao Xiaoniu. His eyes were as weak as his voice, but very clear.

Master, are you talking? Wu Feng looked at the old monk and asked in disbelief.

All the people hanging on the wall here should not be able to speak except me. The old monk said weakly.

Immediately afterwards, the old monk said: I heard the donor say that you came from Xingguo Temple. This is true.

Wu Feng walked over quickly, nodded quickly, and said excitedly: Yes, I did come from Xingguo Temple. This evening, I met Master Mo Chen, the abbot of Xingguo Temple. This time I came to Guanyin Cave to save Xue Gui Doctor. The master must be a monk from Xingguo Temple.

The old monk coughed, and even his movement seemed extremely weak. He took a breath and said: I am not bad, I am the monk from Xingguo Temple, and the abbot of the Dharma name Mo Yun Mo Chen is the junior brother of my monk.

Master, why are you caught here

Since he is Master Mo Chen’s senior brother, his cultivation must be quite high. It is hard to imagine that such a master would have ended up in such a field.
Chapter completed!