After Wu Yong's expression changed for a while, he returned to normal in a blink of an eye, and walked leisurely in front of the Sixth Company Hall as if nothing had happened.

Xuanhe Zhenren and another yellow-robed old man only swept their eyes towards Wu Yong, although they were a little surprised that Wu Yong's thin old man dressed up was not low in cultivation, but they didn't go much to their hearts, and took the other four Yuanying monks directly to the center of the city.

And Wu Yong also walked forward without looking back, it seemed that he was just passing by the shops of the Liulian Palace.

But at this time, the lips of the crane real person and the yellow-robed old man moved slightly, but no voice came out, and they began to talk about something with the sound transmission technique.

Wu Yong turned his back to the figures of the two of them and paused slightly, but then returned to normal, getting farther and farther away from Xuanhe Zhenren and the others.

After the last turn. Wu Yong walked into a store that looked quite magnificent.

It was a full hour before he came out under the bow of a monk dressed as a shopkeeper. But he didn't leave immediately, but walked into another nearby house When Wu Yong walked out of the fifth shop satisfied, he had already collected more than 100 high-grade spirit stones exchanged for magic weapons, ancient treasures, and some rare materials.

But when he walked out this time, he suddenly found that there were several unidentified Yuanying monks nearby, all of them seemed to be nothing, but there was a trace of different color flashing in their eyes.

Wu Yong sneered, immediately canceled his original plan, swaggered out of Fang City along the street, and finally walked out of Shicheng.

Most of those monks cast concealment spells and followed Wu Yong out of the city gate, but they looked at each other on their horses.

Because Wu Yong, who was obviously still shrouded in their divine thoughts before, disappeared strangely in front of everyone's eyes, and the vicinity was empty, and there was no light in sight.

Naturally, these monks were in a state of confusion.

Some of them were secretly sent by those shops, and some of them noticed that Wu Yong frequently entered and exited several shops, and every time the shopkeeper respectfully sent them out, they followed them up with a movement in their hearts.

Although the old man dressed as Wu Yong was a Yuanying monk. But under the lure of large enough interests, these people will not really hold back. Even before, there had been discussions about joining forces.

But now Wu Yong's mysterious disappearance made these monks stunned and could only search nearby for a while, but found nothing, and finally returned to Shicheng depressed.

And not long after these people left. A blue light flashed in the sky above the place where Wu Yong disappeared, and a figure flashed out in a blur. Immediately, the aura on his body froze, and the figure solidified and formed, and it was Wu Yong who had returned to his original face.

Wu Yong looked at Shicheng, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

If he hadn't suddenly had another plan, he wouldn't have wanted to startle the snake before that. Let the monks of the city discover its existence. He would never let the monks who came out with him go back alive.

They failed to see through Wu Yong's concealment spell, which should be a fluke. Otherwise, Wu Yong would never mind destroying these Yuanying monks with a wave of his hand.

After Wu Yong looked around in the sky, he identified a certain direction, turned into a blue light and left.

Time passed little by little, the sun in the sky gradually set from the sea, and finally at night, the entire Shiling Island fell into darkness.

However, the stone city was brightly lit, and the moonstones infused with spiritual power were shining, shining all over the stone city as if it were day. As a result, it became even more and more pitch-black around the stone city, and the sound of the sea breeze was constantly whistling, as if countless demons were hiding in the darkness.

Although it is said that the monk can see clearly at night with a little mana, it is only far less than during the day. But in the east of the fairy sea, there are many monsters in the outer sea, not to mention that they usually rush on the sea, even if they stay on the island at night, they may be secretly approached by some demon beasts who are proficient in the art of concealment, and then suddenly attack them!

After all, it is impossible for ordinary monks to release their divine thoughts on alert at all times, and the number of monks who fall every year is almost more than when they officially hunt demon beasts.

Therefore, unless there is an urgent matter or a high-ranking monk with great supernatural powers, at night, the monks on the island will try to be more vigilant. Naturally, the monks gathered at the full ban, and all the monks who had not gone out to sea shrank back.

In the stone city wrapped in the mountains, the eight stone towers lit up at the same time, and a layer of light blue light curtain protected the entire stone city in it, in case a demon beast sneaked into the city to carry out a sneak attack.

But on such a night, a few people with cloaks quietly arrived at a certain city gate.

Guarding the door was a Yuan Ying and several monks of the Jindan period. The leader only opened the cloak slightly, revealing his true face, and when the guard monk saw it, he immediately hurriedly opened a crack in the forbidden city and sent a few people out of the stone city.

As soon as these people left the city, they immediately turned into a few rays of light and disappeared into the dark night sky. In the blink of an eye, it was gone.

A few people did not slow down, but none of them spoke, just hurried away.

But Fang left the stone city for more than a hundred miles, and suddenly a light "huh" sound came from the retreat, and after a pause, a slender white line shot out from the retreat. In a flash, he disappeared into the void behind him.

The rest of the monks were stunned, and they couldn't help but stop retreating, and they all turned their heads to look back.

The monk who had released the treasure of the needle was startled, and hurriedly covered his divine sense into the distance, searching carefully.

As a result, a moment later, his face under his cloak became unsightly, and there was no sign of anything in the area.

Surprised, his lips moved slightly, and then the other monk raised his hand without saying a word, one released a small turquoise hammer, and the other raised countless slender white silks between his hands, and the two treasures protected themselves in the blink of an eye.

"Which master is following us, don't be sneaky. Come out and see it!" the monk who released the white silk shouted, and at the same time, his eyes swept around, and his body suddenly released an astonishing momentum.

The surroundings were silent, and there was no figure in the darkness, as if there was no one in the vacuum.

The monk who was drinking was suddenly furious in his heart, and immediately snorted coldly, pinching his hands with both hands, and was about to cast some spell to force the other party out.

But at this moment, a vague humming sound came from all directions, and the sound became louder and louder, as if it was rapidly approaching.

Suddenly, the monks' hearts froze, and their eyes widened.

A moment later, a little bit of golden light appeared in the darkness, and in each bit of golden light was Wu Yong's flying sword, more and more, densely packed, and actually surrounded several people in the center.

At this moment, there was a commotion among the masked monks.

Even the two monks headed by them. I was also secretly surprised.

The face hidden under the cloak instantly became gloomy, and his consciousness kept sweeping around, trying to find the monk who drove these flying swords.

But no matter how much he searched repeatedly, the other party's invisible movements were completely gone, and he couldn't find anything unusual at all.

It made his heart sink!

This shows that the other party does not have a secret technique that can hide his deeds. It's that the other party's cultivation is far above them. Either way, it doesn't seem like a good thing!

"Since the sword is trapping us, you have to wait for a reason for me. He still refuses to show up, is it true that Daoist friends are really hiding their heads and showing their tails?" Another masked monk who sacrificed the jade hammer shouted loudly in his mouth, and the treasure in front of him trembled at the same time, and the green light flashed.

"Hehe, it's easy to see me. I'll be there right away. Xuanhe Daoyou, Wu is here specifically for you this time, how can I not meet you. Suddenly, a sneer came from the darkness, and then a man's faint voice sounded from all sides at the same time.

Listening to the tone, it seems that people are still far away.

"Who is the surname Wu? When has the poor Dao ever offended?" Hearing the man's words, the masked monk's body trembled, and he raised his hand to tear off the cloak on his body, revealing a seemingly young face, dressed in Taoist clothes, with a look of surprise on his face.

It's the Xuanhe real person who took the relinquishment!

The monk who offered white silk also ripped off his cloak. But it was the yellow-robed old man who accompanied Xuanhe during the day, but his expression was gloomy, and he kept looking into the darkness in the distance.

As for the monks behind him, they were naturally the disciples of these two god-transforming monks.

It's just that I don't know why these people left Shiling Island in the dead of night, and they still looked sneaky.

Hearing Xuanhe's inquiry, only a wild laugh of an unknown man came from all directions. Then he stopped suddenly, without the slightest intention of answering.

This made these people look at each other for a while!

"Xuanhe Daoyou, is this person your enemy?" asked the yellow-robed old man with a frowning brow.

After all, listening to the other party's words, it seemed that he was seeking revenge against Xuanhe Zhenren, which made him hesitate a little in his heart.

"I don't know. The enemy surnamed Wu, I don't have any impression?" Xuan He shook the dust in his hand and replied expressionlessly. But I was really suspicious in my heart, and I couldn't remember that there was such a powerful opponent.

"It doesn't matter where this man comes from. Since you dare to take the initiative to come to the door, it seems that the person who came is not good. Daoist friends should be more careful. The yellow-robed old man seemed to be a little jealous of the mysterious monk who had not yet appeared, hesitated for a moment, and reminded him.

"This poor way naturally knows. However, this person is obviously also a god cultivator, an enemy of such a level, how could I not remember at all, surnamed Wu" Xuanhe Zhenren muttered a few words, and fell into deep thought for a while.

And after a moment's delay, the sound of breaking the sky in the dark night suddenly came. Immediately, a dazzling blue rainbow shot out from the sky, and after a few flashes, it suddenly entered the group of swords.

As soon as the light flickered, a young man in a green shirt appeared.

This person is Wu Yong, he looked at Xuanhe and the others, and sneered a few times:

"Yes, it's not in vain that I've been waiting here for a long time. A few of you really plan to go to Shiling Island. Do you take the initiative to hand over the spirit stones on your body, or do you want me to pick them up myself?"

Wu Yong's face was full of indifference, and he actually regarded Xuanhe and the old man in the yellow robe as if they were nothing.

But the two Xuanhe on the opposite side swept away their thoughts, and their faces immediately changed greatly, and there was a trace of fear in their eyes.

The two of them couldn't even see the depth of each other's cultivation. But judging from the terrifying spiritual pressure faintly coming from the other party's body, the cultivation is definitely far beyond the two, and nine out of ten is a cultivator who transforms into a god or even an immortal king. And the other party told the secret of their trip as soon as he opened his mouth, which made the two people even more shocked.

"This fellow Daoist, the old man is Wang Kun of Yinglong Island! What do you mean by talking about a high-grade spirit stone? Could it be that Daoist friend has listened to the rumors of others and misunderstood what I am waiting for. The old man in the yellow robe was also cunning, and seeing that the other party seemed to be invincible, he immediately changed a smile on his face and said politely.

"Misunderstanding, hehe, I heard the two of you with my own ears. This is still fake, I complain that you shouldn't have found Xuanhe, let alone just let me meet him. Xuanhe, do you still recognize Wu?" the young man first sneered noncommittally, and then his eyes turned to Xuanhe Zhenren, and his expression became cold.

Naturally, he used his divine sense to find Xuanhe and his party. Then followed Wu Yong, who was chasing.

When the yellow-robed old man heard the other party's unceremonious words, the smile on his face couldn't help but freeze, "You, you are Wu Yong, you have condensed and turned into a god." At the same time as Wu Yong answered the old man in the yellow robe, Xuanhe Zhenren felt that the other party was a little familiar, and after a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he remembered the events of the year, and finally recognized Wu Yonglai, with a look of disbelief on his face, as if he had seen a ghost in the daytime.

"Brother Xuanhe, do you recognize this person, what is the origin of the other party?" The old man in the yellow robe was shocked and angry in his heart, and when he saw that Xuanhe seemed to recognize this person, he asked with a heavy expression.

Since the other party has no room for anything. The First World War is unavoidable, and it is impossible to get out of it, so it is naturally best to find out the origin of the other party first. Although the other party is a Great Perfection Cultivator of the Transformation Period, with the two of them joining forces, there is no need to be too afraid of the other party.

At this time, Wu Yong was floating in the air, holding his shoulders with his hands, looking at this side and sneering.

"Wang Daoyou, this person is the one who got the Evil Dragon Ding back then. I didn't expect that after all these years, the other party turned into a god. Xuanhe Zhenren said with a cloudy face.

"What? It's the man who was hunted down by the Alliance's Killing Order. I said that this person is also a little familiar. But isn't he a junior in the Yuan Infant Stage? Why haven't you seen him all these years, and he has advanced to the Great Perfection of Transforming Gods?!" The old man in the yellow robe lost his voice in shock when he heard this.

"The poor road is not clear, but since the Evil Dragon Ding is known as the first secret treasure of the Immortal Sea in the east, maybe there is some unimaginable elixir in the Ding, let the other party cultivate for a while. No one has ever opened it, and it's not impossible. The greedy color in Xuanhe Zhenren's eyes flashed, and he said guessingly.

"If that's the case, we're in big trouble. This person's cultivation is already so terrifying, and with that evil dragon tripod in hand, I'm afraid the two of us won't be able to fight him together. The old man in the yellow robe stared at Wu Yong with unusual vigilance, but he suddenly used the sound transmission technique to convey his voice to Xuan He.

"Of course I know that. But even if we really can't resist, if we want to escape, can he really keep us?" The corners of Xuanhe Zhenren's mouth twitched, but he smiled with confidence.

As for those Yuanying disciples, when it really came to a crisis, they naturally wouldn't scruple or anything.

"That's just as well. The old man in the yellow robe was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then laughed dumbly.

"Hmph, you're done. When we're done, I'll send you two on your way. If you want to escape, you will be daydreaming! Wu Yong, who was on the other side, looked moved and spoke with a sneer.

"Oh no, we forgot, can he overhear our transmission?" the old man in the yellow robe changed his face.

When Xuanhe Zhenren heard this, he was also stunned.