I don't care what those monks think.
Gu Xingyun didn't even know how to say the simplest courtesy. He let Murong Xuanlang say goodbye to those people and pretended not to hear the discussions behind him.
He didn't care about these strangers.
This kind of person, with whom he would never have any contact in his life after separation and with whom he could never use his help, was not worth his bother.
Anyway, he just came here to broaden his horizons and recognize his own strengths. There is no need to waste time on others.
After walking a long distance, Murong Xuanlang finally asked, "Why did you choose this side?"
Gu Xingyun paused, frowning as he pointed at the increasingly dense miasma: "Can't you see? The miasma is thickest in the southeast. The monster is clearly in that direction."
What's wrong with this group of people?
Murong Xuanlang looked in the direction of his finger, and it took him a long time to look away. His expression was a bit complicated: "I can't see any difference. To me, this miasma is all the same..."
"How can they be the same?" Gu Xingyun suspected he was joking.
The difference is so obvious, how can you not see it?
Murong Xuanlang's expression was serious: "So you didn't choose this direction on a whim?"
"I'm not that free yet." Gu Xingyun was too lazy to talk nonsense and continued walking forward.
Murong Xuanlang was very curious: "Xingyun, are you using any magical tools? This miasma has almost enveloped the entire town. Not only me, but all the cultivators who come here need to use magical tools to barely identify the location. It's difficult to tell the depth of the miasma..."
After he finished speaking, he found a suitable excuse: "It must be because of your Yuxu Sect's cultivation of the mental method. It really is worthy of being a sect that has been passed down for so many years."
Gu Xingyun's exposed eyes were stung by the miasma and he was in no mood to explain to him.
Even with a mask to block out the miasma, one could still smell a strange stench.
"We're almost there." Gu Xingyun rubbed his eyes and gently reminded, "Be careful, it's just ahead."
Although Murong Xuanlang was not as sharp as him, he still had the strength, so he immediately became cautious.
I was still a little skeptical, but when I saw the small lake that had been polluted into black, I became serious.
He blocked Gu Xingyun behind him and put his hand on his sword: "It's indeed here, be careful."
Gu Xingyun stood there without moving, staring at the bubbling lake water with a frown.
"Take a look at the situation first, then go back and inform those monks, don't act rashly." Murong Xuanlang reminded in a low voice.
The two retreated to a safer location, used a barrier to shield their own breath, and took advantage of the cover of trees to carefully observe the situation in the lake.
Every time the rolling black bubbles burst, liquid would splash out. The flowers and plants by the lake had all withered, and even the soil was an abnormal green color.
The two were silent for about a few minutes. The water in the center of the lake surged violently, and a thing surrounded by black mist gradually emerged.
Accompanied by hoarse and painful howls, the black fog became darker and lighter, and the two soon saw the appearance of the monster.
Its size was almost as big as the big tree next to it. It stood in the lake like a mountain, with two broken horns on its head. Its already ugly face no longer resembled its original appearance. One of its eyes had disappeared at some point, leaving only an empty eye socket with rolling flesh and blood.
There was an obvious wound from the center of the eyebrows to the lips, and it was not known whether black water or blood was flowing out.
The rotten flesh on his body kept falling down, and the black and blue fingers were still tearing his body apart.
The rotten meat seemed to have temperature, and bursts of hot steam came out when it fell into the water.
Gu Xingyun looked at the scene coldly, without any emotion in his heart.
It seems that this is where the miasma comes from.
Murong Xuanlang held his breath, carefully reinforced the barrier, and gestured to Gu Xingyun, indicating that he should leave with him.
Gu Xingyun nodded and followed. When he was about to leave the forest, he couldn't help but look back, and his eyes met those scarlet eyes.
He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but Gu Xingyun always felt that the monster was stunned when it saw him.
"Walk!"
Murong Xuanlang pulled his sleeve and left quickly.
Back in town again, Murong Xuanlang immediately comforted Gu Xingyun: "Don't be afraid, the monster won't live for a few more days. It can't leave the lake."
"Yeah." Gu Xingyun's eyes hurt a little, so he lowered his head and rubbed them twice.
Just at this moment, a small team came back noisily.
"I already said this isn't right. We should follow them to the northwest. That's where we're looking for the Demonic Disk!"
"Then go now. We're not forcing you to join our team!"
"Oh, forget it, forget it. They will definitely come back. Even if we find the monster's location, two or three people won't be able to deal with it. Stop arguing, stop arguing."
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When the fight was at its worst, they saw Murong Xuanlang and Gu Xingyun not far away, and they suddenly felt embarrassed.
A young monk laughed twice and tried to find a topic to talk about: "Young Palace Master, you are back too. Isn't the scenery over there nice?"
Murong Xuanlang nodded: "Yes, that's right. The monster is in the lake in the southeast. My junior brother and I came back specially to tell you."
"Ah? Southeast? Senior Brother Murong, are you sure?" The young monk couldn't believe his ears.
"I saw it with my own eyes, so I can't be wrong." Murong Xuanlang said, and glanced behind him: "I wonder what arrangements you have made? When will the others be back? Should we go and deal with it today or take a rest for a night and deal with it tomorrow."
The monks looked at each other, and no one could give a clear answer.
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