The man in black dared not stay there, took back his magic weapon, turned around and ran away.

He swept into the air, stepped on the leaves, his body suddenly became empty, and he no longer cared about being easily discovered, so he wanted to control the air and leave.

Who would have thought that the moment his toes left the leaves, the sky suddenly darkened.

There was a black mist at the top of the woods, as if waiting for him there.

The black mist fell directly on his face.

The man in black saw darkness in front of him.

He fell straight down, landing on the accumulated leaves, and no longer resurrected.

The black fog trembled lightly with the wind, but did not dissipate, and a pale face appeared and disappeared.

The wind grew stronger, and the black fog shook away from the ground and walked forward silently, looking like the black eaves of Taichang Temple washed by rain - that was the horns of the Canglong.

The black fog penetrated into the cracks on the cliff, and it was about to disappear, but suddenly it started to twist violently.

The pale face in the fog had no expression at all, and was extremely indifferent, but at this time it suddenly twisted, full of shock and anger.

A giant hand that came from nowhere... grabbed the black mist.

The giant hand was glowing blue.

The green color is as fresh as green grass, but it is like rotten corpse.

It is obviously two completely different feelings, but it is unified in this giant hand, giving people an extremely strange feeling...

Cyan giant hands closed.

The black fog struggled and twisted desperately, trying to escape, but it was impossible.

Soon, accompanied by an extremely low roar, the black fog suddenly dissipated and shattered into countless groups of soul fires.

These soul fires have extremely high levels. Even after countless miles of journeys, they still remain in a state of colorlessness and breathlessness.

If these soul fires are allowed to scatter across the cliffs, it is difficult to be discovered by human practitioners, and they may become resentful spirits in hundreds of years.

Unfortunately, these soul fires are not as lucky as those on the God's Last Peak, and are directly poured into a hole with a gust of wind and all the remnants of black fog.

The black fog disappeared without a trace, and the vision became clear again. It turned out that the hole was a mouth.

There were many fine teeth in that mouth.

The man's nose was thick and round, and his nose was a little red, looking like a carrot that was not well developed.

The man's eyes were as deep as a hole.

The man was a short old man with no breath on his body, but he gave people an extremely powerful feeling.

After devouring these soul fires, the old man stopped stopping, his arms flapped, like a big bird quietly passing through the dense forest, instantly turning into a small black dot in the distance. When he appeared again, he had already reached the edge of a cliff hundreds of miles north of Chaoge City.

A young man sat by the cliff.

The young man held a bamboo pole in his hand, and the thin line was tied to the end of the pole. The line hung into the flowing clouds between the cliffs, and seemed to be fishing.

How could there be fish in the clouds? Is he fishing for birds?

"I admire you, I didn't expect you to let the underworld use you."

The short old man looked at the young man and said, "This little ghost in the underworld is of good quality to kill the Nascent Soul Elder from the Zhongzhou Sect so far away."

The young man did not look back, staring at the Liuyun under the cliff, with a very focused expression.

The clouds are gradually chaotic, and black spots are hidden through them.

The invisible birds stared at the food tied on the bamboo pole line, making a rattle, and seemed extremely greedy.

Looking at the chaos in the clouds, the young man shook his head and then began to answer the old man's questions.

"The third disciple of Master Underworld is of course good - although he only dares to come with shadows - otherwise how could I ask you to take action?"

The old man let out an ugly laugh and said, "When can you catch Master of Underworld? I haven't seen him for a long time, and I haven't seen him for a long time. I think it will be very lively."

The young man said, "There are all poor old gentlemen who have been killed by my Qingshan Mountain. If you dare not show up, how dare he show up?"

The old man was silent for a while and said, "Are you sure the Qingshan Sect doesn't know that I'm coming out?"

"Who in the world knows Qingshan best?"

The young man inserted the bamboo pole into the crack of the rock on the edge of the cliff, turned around and looked at the old man, raised his thumbs up and pointed at his face, and said with a smile: "It's me, I..."

His originally cold face suddenly became cute because of this smile, with a scattered smell, and it was very friendly.

Looking at this face, the old man didn't know what happened and sighed and said, "I have been hiding in the ground for hundreds of years. The world has changed so much. People like you can only hide. It's really sad."

The young man raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm talking too much."

The old man suddenly said seriously: "I want to eat a few people, but I'm really a little hungry. Those soul fires have no taste. Even if there are no girls, eating a few men is good."

"Okay."

The young man was a little helpless, put away the bamboo pole and led the old man to walk out of the cliff.

The old man quickly followed.

The young man squinted his eyes and said, "Why do I feel like I have a dog now?"

"Woom."

The old man said with a pleasing voice: "As long as you can destroy the green mountains and eliminate my future troubles, why not be a dog for you for another three hundred years."

The young man said, "Then you have to protect me first, don't let me be killed by those two foul disciples."

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "I can't beat them now."

"So, we have to hurry up."

The young man sighed and reached out to touch the old man's head.

The clouds flowing under the cliff gradually become quiet, and the birds gradually disappear.

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The forest was illuminated by a cold sword light, and then ignited by a thousand golden light.

Nan Wang and Jin Gongfeng arrived first, and the other Qingshan disciples arrived one after another.

Looking at the corpse of the man in black, their expressions changed slightly.

The man in black had a sword wound on his hand, and the remnants of the magic weapon aura were also clear. It should be the murderer who took action against Zhao Layue.

But why did he die here?

Nan Wang brushed his sleeves.

The cloth on the face of the man in black was lifted up.

His breath was gone, and the appearance changes made by the Taoist Dharma could no longer be maintained, revealing his true face.

"Wei Chengzi?"

Jin Gong was shocked.

Nan Wang's face looked ugly.

The scene was dead silent.

The one who wanted to kill Zhao Layue was really from the Zhongzhou Sect, and he was also an elder of the Nascent Soul.

Nan Wang asked, "How did he die?"

The golden worship waved his hand, and something like gold powder fell on the ground a hundred feet in a radius of around it.

The gold powder gradually faded, and some pictures could be seen faintly, which were extremely blurry, but it could be judged from the breath.

Soul Fire!

The Qingshan disciples couldn't help but exclaim.

The demon in the underworld actually appeared again!

"It's very strong, not much weaker than you and me, and it's just a shadow."

Jin Gong felt the breath of the remaining soul fire and said solemnly.

Nan Wang didn't say anything.

No wonder Wei Chengzi, the Nascent Soul Elder of the Zhongzhou Sect, died after a meeting, and even the Nascent Soul could not escape.

The disciples of Qingshan looked at each other speechlessly, the atmosphere was extremely depressing and strange.

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Chapter completed!