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Qinglin punched away, and the majestic momentum splashed layers of turmoil, and the tree only shook gently, while the old man still concentrated on the, as if he had never stopped.

"Huh?" the golden cat looked strange and surprised.

"What's wrong?" asked Yu Yu strangely.

The golden cat looked at the two and whispered, "I can't even feel the breath of life from that person." ”

Qinglin's face was cold, and his expression did not change much, as if he had already noticed it.

"No breath of life?" Yu Ru looked at Qinglin in shock: "In this way, this person is either an immortal or a dead person, but he is obviously alive, is he a legendary immortal?"

"Where do you think he looks like a fairy?" Qinglin glanced at her, but he was very calm about her fuss.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and the old man in cloth turned around to see that his eyes were like dark holes, deep and bottomless.

The old man stared at Qinglin, and there was a faint light on his body, which was even more cold than this strange mist: "Are you laughing at me?"

"Laugh? We don't have that kind of work. Qinglin said sarcastically.

The old man in cloth had a cold look in his eyes, and raised the flute to his mouth again.

In the mist, the sound of the flute is sad.

A gust of cold wind rose, and the white mist gathered, pressing down towards Qinglin and the secluded sky.

Youru raised his sword, and although the powerful sword qi forced back the mist, in an instant, the white mist gathered again and rolled back into attack.

Qinglin's eyes seemed to rise two burning flames, he reached out to grab them, and those white mist scattered in all directions.

"Huh?" the old man wondered, a little confused.

The sound of the flute was raging, with wildness, and the rolling white mist formed a huge whirlpool, sweeping Qinglin and Youru into it.

The old man seemed to feel bad, but instead of stopping, the sound of the flute became more and more surging, and the hole of the huge whirlpool shrank sharply and was gradually closed.

Suddenly, a fire spread in the depths of the sea of fog, enveloping the whirlpool and burning into ashes.

"How can there be such a powerful flame in this world, who are you?" the old man in cloth finally spoke, his tone strong but shocked.

Qinglin stood in the vast sea of fog, his eyes were cold, and he was full of murderous aura: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that you haven't said anything yet." ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "What do you want me to say? ”

Standing beside Qinglin, she felt more and more that the old man did not look like an immortal, but like a demon who had cultivated to the point of transcendence. With a bang, the sword sounded, and the surrounding fog immediately became thinner, and all of them spread in all directions.

As soon as the old man saw the purple light, his cheeks seemed to twitch slightly, and he shifted his gaze to the holy maiden sword in Youruo's hand, his eyes full of doubts: "How did this sword fall into your hands?"

After the ghost dispersed the surrounding fog, he looked at the old man in cloth coldly: "Is there anything unusual?"

"It seems that you two have a lot of magical powers, I just want to know the purpose of your coming here?" The old man paused slightly, and looked at Youru and Qinglin in surprise: "Could it be that you are looking for something like that?"

"What's that?"

"Could it be that I guessed?" the old man asked secretly in his heart.

Seeing the old man's strange expression, she was instantly a little interested in what was in his mouth, but unfortunately, the old man was silent, and she asked suspiciously: "What kind of place is this, and what important things do you have in your hands?"

The old man in cloth glanced at Youruo, his eyes were bright, as if he was thinking about something, and after more than ten seconds, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's okay to tell you, anyway, you will soon become dead." ”

Qinglin and Youru didn't care too much about the old man's words, they just listened to him, anyway, he wouldn't really become dead people just by saying a word.

The old man in cloth glanced at the void and sighed with sadness: "I haven't seen the outside world for a long, long time!"

The outside world?

Qinglin frowned, it turned out that this old man in cloth knew everything, and he was not bound here from the beginning, but who was he, and what was going on?

The old man in cloth seemed to see what Qinglin was thinking, and after a little silence, he spoke again: "Everything here was brought in by the spatial crack after the battle between the four demons and the human world, and no one inside can get out. ”

Seeing the old man talking about a long time ago, he stared at him intently, as if he was listening carefully.

It turns out that this fog is the end, but the sea of fog is deeper and wider, and he is not the only one living in it, but now they have become undead from the body of the flesh, and these fogs are all made of tears, because the heart is cold, so the fog is cold.

After the old man finished explaining, his face showed a fierce light, as if he hated everything in this world: "Now that the story is over, you should know what you should know, and I don't mind letting there be one more undead in this Valley of the Dead." ”

"You used to be a human being, but the sky is unknown, you can't blame others for this matter, right?" Seeing that the old man in cloth was about to make a move, he looked at him sarcastically.

The old man was determined to kill the two of them, and no matter what Yu Yu said, he didn't seem to hear them.

The sound of flute resumed in the mist, and many people slowly walked from the depths of the sea of fog, all with empty eyes and murderous intent on their faces.

Because there were too many of these undead, Youru and Qinglin retreated behind them with the sound of footsteps, but they didn't take a few steps, but found that there was also a group of undead surrounding behind them.

"Since you are looking for your own death, then don't blame me for being rude. Qinglin said in a deep voice with a cold face.

He originally thought that the people here were very pitiful, and he had no intention of killing them, but the old man insisted on dividing them into two and treating them as people from two worlds, so Qinglin had no polite intentions, and with a wave of his hand, the flames burned and rushed towards the undead one by one, male or female, old or young.

Although the fire in Qinglin's body is many times stronger than before, the fire of the gods has always refused to give in, and it has not been refined after all, and there are too many undead here, and they don't wait to kill it at all, and batches are rushing in batches without stopping.

The bodies with dead faces fluttering, as if they were unsteady on their feet, and they seemed to fall when the wind blew, but they were indifferent when the wind rose.

Every time Youruo's sword is cut down, these undead will be shattered, but after a long time, Qinglin and Youruo's internal strength is about to be exhausted, but there are no fewer undead here.

The old man in cloth stopped blowing the flute with mockery: "The undead here are not ordinary undead, they will not be extinguished. ”

"Is that really the case?" Qinglin sneered, as if he had discovered something.