At this time, dozens of miles away from the three elves, five sneaky Nascent Soul monks, like ghosts, traveling through the forest.

Each of them had a strange silver-white sword and halberd pattern embroidered on their clothes.

Three of these five people have the cultivation level of the twelfth level of the Nascent Soul, and the other three are all on the 10th level of the Nascent Soul; the leader is about fifty years old, with a white face and no beard; he is wearing a black robe, with a gloomy face and a hooked nose, his eyes are as sharp as birds of prey, and his eyes are cold, and he knows that he is not an ordinary person at first glance.

"Brother, we have been wandering around here for so long, but we haven't seen any elves. It's not that the legends are all fake, right?" At this time, one of the Nascent Soul monks said to the old man in black robe.

"Hehe, you are too naive. With the fairy mountains and green waters of this dream forest, if there were no elves, do you think other forces would not come in?" The old man in black robe suddenly smiled, smiling as if two pieces of iron were rubbing, which made people feel scared and his body was covered with goose bumps.

"We continue to move forward. As long as we catch the elves, obtain the elves' blood, in exchange for the God Transformation Pill, we will be free from now on." He continued, and a flash of inspiration on his body continued to fly forward.

In the woods, the elf kept swinging, humming beautiful songs. The song was ethereal, floating in the mountains and forests, spreading far away.

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"Huh, who is singing?"

The old man in black robe who had been rushing, his ears trembled, and suddenly stopped in the air, and a look of shock and doubt appeared on his face.

"Someone is really singing, silence; this voice is so magical, it's not the elves." A slightly fat monk next to him narrowed his eyes into a gap, and the fat around him was trembling, and he said excitedly.

"Swish swish swish!"

The five people escaped lights together and shot up along the sound.

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"Hehe, I'll find it without any effort to find it. It's indeed an elf!"

The monk in black robe saw the little girl swinging in the air, his pupils shrank, his face with a smile that was even worse than crying, and his mouth made a series of terrifying laughter that was like a friction between iron sheets.

The five people moved and directly surrounded the three elves in front of them.

"Humans? Do you know what this is? You dare to come to the Dream Forest and leave quickly. Otherwise, you will wait to go to the cycle of reincarnation."

Looking at the five Nascent Soul monks who suddenly appeared, the elf was shocked; the two elves who had been guarding here flashed with a flash of inspiration to the elves; the elves carrying silver bows and arrows shouted at the group of monks.

"Hehe, in the eyes of our spirit hunters, there is only benefits; don't talk to us about the great truth!" The old man in black robe smiled strangely and said indifferently.

"Are you spirit hunters? Damn, a scum among humans!" After hearing the local words, the two elves' faces changed drastically.

Spirit hunters suffer from various hatreds in the Elf Forest World. Almost all of them live in the dark, live in a place without a fixed place, and are elusive; they sell female cultivators as cauldrons, monster cubs, and occasionally take the risk of attacking elves, which is simply a complete evil.

The biggest one was that ten thousand years ago, a god-transforming spirit hunter went to the dream forest to capture an elf, which attracted the pursuit of the elves, and chased them all the way outside the eight spirit cities, and killed an old god-transforming ancestor without leaving any armor and the Nascent Soul was shattered.

Since then, no one dared to come to the Dream Forest to hunt elves; although they dared not come to capture, they later changed their strategies and began to injure the elves and plunder the essence and blood.

However, this kind of thing rarely happens. Recently, I found that someone has obtained the blood of the elves in the Dream Forest, which was a thousand years ago.

Unexpectedly, the spirit hunter is now dead and dares to come to the Dream Forest again to challenge the elves.

"Do it! Go and get the blood of that little girl!" The old man in black robe flashed his eyes and said in a low voice.

"Boom!"

The next moment, five spiritual pressures that soared into the sky swept through the sky and the earth, penetrated through the void, and the terrifying spiritual pressure instantly locked the space within a radius of thousands of feet.

"Afu, protect the princess, I'll cushion behind me!" The elf wearing green armor, a trace of resoluteness rose in his blue eyes, and said with an unquestionable attitude.

"Hehe, want to escape? It doesn't exist!"

The old man in black robe suddenly surged a surging blood halo on his body, and his whole body seemed to be in a surging sea of ​​blood, with a strong smell of blood lingering between the heaven and the earth.

The spiritual energy surging into waves, and the laws of heaven and earth are surging!

"scold!"

Then, he slapped the storage bag on his waist, and a strange magic weapon that looked like a fishing net suddenly appeared in the air; countless unjust souls could be seen crying and roaring in this net, and a creepy aura burst out.

As he muttered something in his mouth, his magic tricks were pinching, and the magic weapon flashed, and it turned into a blood-colored curtain to cover the elf wearing green armor.

It's time to say it, it's time to go!

The momentum of this woman is rising steadily, and her terrifying and vast spiritual pressure is even better than that of a black-robed monk.

A layer of green halo burst out from her body, mysterious magic tricks formed in her hands, and countless green runes were emitted by armor all over her body, and the majestic vitality flowed between heaven and earth.

The green light flashed in her hand, and the silver longbow behind her suddenly fell into her hand. A layer of silver halo burst out from the bow. Runes surged, shining brightly, rising into the sky, and a terrifying aura rose from the silver bow.

A light flashed in the woman's hand, and a spirit arrow with a green body engraved with strange runes appeared in her hand.

The bent bow is like a full moon, the laws between heaven and earth are permeated, and an invincible sharp aura stirs the void, the void shakes and the spiritual energy is raging.

"Buzz! Wow!"

The green spirit arrow broke through the air, making a whizzing sound in the air, bombarding the strange blood net.

"Bang! Boom!"

The spiritual energy was raging, and a powerful spiritual pressure swept across all directions from the center of the impact. A huge mushroom cloud rose slowly, and the terrifying aura made people stand upside down when they heard it.

The two of them flew backwards; the green spirit arrow swirled and flew back into the elves' hands again; on the other hand, a hole the size of a fist appeared in the Blood Net, with green light intertwined, like a maggot attached to the bones, and could not be removed; the spiritual energy on the Blood Net dissipated, and it seemed that the spiritual energy was about to be greatly damaged.

"You... what kind of bow and arrow are you? You dare to destroy my magic weapon; haha, today, the heaven is chasing by your elves and has no way to escape, and I want to kill you here." The old man in black robe looked at the blood net, his face slightly changed, and he was frightened and angry.

"Second, third brother, hurry up, if something happens, don't be too late." A trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly turned around and shouted at the four monks who were pounced on the elf.

Between the same level, he had no confidence in defeating a mysterious elves. All of this was just his bluff, and the main purpose was to let the other four people seek the blood of the elves.
Chapter completed!