Cyclops is not a nocturnal animal, but is forced to forage at night for survival reasons.
The daytime of Star Dou Great Forest is the world of those top Soul Beast.
Although Cyclops is powerful, he does not dare to compete with those overlords during the day.
So they chose night, chose darkness, and chose the time for those powerful Soul Beast to rest.
Those who forage at night are most of the young adults in the group, accounting for at least 40% of the entire group.
Those young adults are in their prime, powerful and agile, and are the most energetic part of the ethnic group.
They go out at night, scatter in search of food, and return to their nests before dawn.
Long Zhanye's target is them.
But when I thought about it, Cyclops went out to look for food and scattered in all directions. There was no fixed route at all, so it was difficult to catch them all in one go.
Some of them are heading east, some are heading west, some are deep into the forest, some are close to the edge, some are in groups, and some are alone.
It is almost impossible to kill a hundred of them in half an hour.
If you want to realize Secret Spirit Bone Technique, you must kill them all in a short time.
This is absolutely impossible for a person, and the Cyclops years of those young and middle-aged people are more than ten thousand years.
Even if Level 7 Soul Tool doesn't hit its vital point, it's impossible to kill it with one blow.
What's more, Secret Spirit Bone Technique killed a hundred of them in a short period of time, which is even more difficult to achieve.
Long Zhanye was suspended in mid-air, looking at the familiar basin in the distance, his brows furrowed, and his mind filled with thoughts.
He needs to think of a way, a way to catch them all...
Just when Long Zhanye was about to hit the road again, suddenly, there was a warning sign Regeneration.
His Double Pupil suddenly looked in one direction, the light flowing rapidly in his eyes.
It penetrated the layers of branches and leaves, penetrated the dim light, and penetrated the diffuse mist.
A total of three figures entered Long Zhanye and Divine Power.
But this time surprisingly it wasn't any Soul Beast, but three people.
The auras of the three people were deep and restrained, like three pools of bottomless stagnant water. They were calm on the surface, but there was an undercurrent surging underneath.
There is no doubt that the one who can go deep into Star Dou Great Forest is naturally Spirit Master.
Those ordinary Soul Hunting ers only dare to operate on the periphery, hunting some centuries-old and thousand-year-old Soul Beasts; and those who can get here are at least Soul Saint level experts.
Meeting people of the same mind does not make Long Zhanye feel any sense of intimacy.
In this Star Dou Great Forest, meeting other Spirit Master is not necessarily a good thing.
Because everyone comes here to hunt Soul Beast to obtain Soul Ring.
Once several groups of people encounter the desired Soul Beast at the same time, conflicts become inevitable.
What's more, in this barren mountainous and inaccessible place, it is not uncommon for people to commit murder, steal goods, and seek wealth.
They were three old men, all of whom looked to be at least seventy years old.
Their faces were covered with deep wrinkles, like cracked earth.
Surprisingly.
These three old men actually looked exactly the same and were dressed in the same way.
The same gray robe, the same black cane, the same aquiline nose, and the same thin lips.
They seem to be carved from the same mold, but they stand in different positions, making it difficult to tell who is who.
They were all very thin, as thin as three dead trees, as if a gust of wind could blow them down.
There are many wrinkles on the face, layered and densely packed, like a thousand-layer cake.
Her gray-white hair was simply spread on the back of her head, as messy as a bird's nest.
The eyes are dim, cloudy and lifeless, giving people a feeling of twilight.
What is more distinctive is that they all have a hooked nose, which is pointed and long, like an eagle's beak.
The lips are very thin, as thin as two lines, tightly pressed together.
The three old men were all wearing gray robes. The robes were large and shabby, with a few patches on them, and they were washed white.
Everyone is holding a crutch in their hand, and the crutch is completely black.
I don't know what kind of material it is made of, but it's over a foot long, a bit taller than their men.
There is a gray gem the size of a human head on each top. The gem is dull and dull.
It was like being covered with a layer of dust, exuding heart-stopping Soul Power fluctuations.
As soon as the three old men appeared, their eyes fell on Long Zhanye.
Those three pairs of dim yellow eyes stared at him.
At this time.
The three people's movements were uniform, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.
The long staff in their hands touched the ground a little, and their bodies flew forward.
Starting at the same time and landing at the same time, just two times, you have arrived in front of Long Zhanye.
The speed was astonishingly fast, and the pace was strangely neat, like three marionettes, controlled by the same hand.
"A little baby." The old man in the center frowned slightly and murmured.
His voice was hoarse, harsh and unpleasant, as if his throat was filled with gravel. It was really unpleasant.
The nose of the old man on the left twitched a few times. His hooked nose sniffed the air and said, "You seem to smell a little like blood."
His voice was equally hoarse, but a little colder than the old man in the center.
The old man on the right asked directly, with a hint of impatience in his voice. "Who are you? Where do you come from?"
Long Zhanye smiled slightly, took a step forward, bowed slightly and said, "Hello, three seniors, boy Po Hongchen."
When the old man on the left heard this, a trace of doubt flashed in his dim eyes, and he shook his head.
"Po Hongchen? I haven't heard of it, but I have heard of Jing Hongchen."
Long Zhanye heard this and said, his voice calm and natural. "Jing Hongchen is my senior brother, and I am his junior brother."
The old man in the center said "Oh", and the voice was long and drawn out, with a hint of realization. "I see."
The old man on the right smiled, and looked Long Zhanye up and down. "Well, you guys can do something for me and the other three."
"You should understand that it is absolutely impossible for you, Soul Emperor, to compete with the three of me."
His tone was calm, but with a kind of threat.
The meaning couldn't be more obvious--
A Six-Ring Soul Emperor has no room to resist in front of three strong men who are at least Soul Douluo level.
The old man in the center said, with a bit of gentleness in his voice. "Yes, help us finish this matter, and you can leave."
The old man on the left added, with a hint of temptation in his voice:
"Maybe it will be of some benefit to you."
"If the Soul Beast I hunted on the way is suitable for you, just absorb Soul Ring after the matter is over."
Long Zhanye said calmly, "With the cultivation level of the three of you, it's probably not that easy for me to help you."
He secretly thought that these three old guys were all Soul Douluo level experts.
With their strength, what else do they need help from?
That matter must not be simple, it must be very dangerous, and it may even lead to his death.
The old man on the right said, with a bit of urgency in his voice:
"You are actually Jing Hongchen's junior brother. You must be an outstanding Soul Engineer, right?"
"Just do us a favor, it's not far away..."
He paused, and a trace of expectation flashed in his dim eyes. "Don't worry, I won't let your work go in vain."