The night is dark, and the stars are thick.

The night is fair, it plunges Yujing City into darkness, and at the same time, it also shrouds Dayu Mountain in the night.

The altitude of Mt. Owayama is not very high. Although it is not far from Yujing City, even if you stand on the crown of the tallest tree on the top of the mountain, you can't get a glimpse of the whole picture of Yujing City. It's not entirely about height and distance, either. Yujing City is an imperial city, protected by imperial qi and many formations, and it is impossible for outsiders to see the whole picture of Yujing City without using their strength alone. In fact, even if it is the power used, it must be an earth-shattering supernatural power.

In the layers of fog on the top of the mountain, a figure shuttled back and forth in the fog. The figure was a woman, and every time she shuttled through the mist, the mist would roll over, and then her soul power would roll outward like ripples. But these soul powers are not like water that can't be recovered, but they spread around and then return to her body, and when they come back, they are mixed with a different kind of power. The power was cold and soft, like the moonlight at night.

A woman meditates under the mist, her eyes unblinking, and her body looks extremely stiff in every part of her body. On closer inspection, the woman's appearance was exactly the same as that of the woman in the mist.

It's clearly the same person!

The difference is that under the fog is her body, and in the fog is her water god!

The soul guest of the Water God Realm, who can go out of the body at night, already has a strange means of being out of the mind and entering people's dreams.

The water god of the cold moon suddenly emerged from above the mist, stepping on the surface of the mist, his eyes flashing with a faint green light.

"Why do you have such a strong premonition? This premonition is so bad!"

As the protector of the worldly sect sent by the Moral Sect, Leng Yue was obviously a person worthy of promotion in the sect. In an immortal sect like the Daode Sect, which has immortals in charge, the process of cultivating people is to first cultivate the realm, then learn soul arts, and then go down to the mundane experience, and when they return to the sect again, they will be promoted to positions in the sect. The higher the position in the sect, the more resources you will get, which will be of great help to your own cultivation.

Leng Yue's water god raised her arms, and she didn't see her make any big moves, and her arms were actually separated from her body by themselves.

"Do you really want to make a hexagram?"

Leng Yue hesitated.

She was well aware of the cost of hexagrams. The secret technique of divination of the Tao Dao Sect can be said to be the most accurate method in the current soul world, but the problem is that the hexagram has to lose ten years of life at a time.

With soul art at the cost of lifespan, Leng Yue naturally needs to consider it.

"Ten years of life is considered a life expectancy, and if I can enter immortality, it will not be ten years short. But if the Dharma protection work of the three altars is not done well, and the sect looks down on it and loses its future, then the gains outweigh the losses!"

"Hexagram!"

Leng Yue weighed the pros and cons, and felt that although the ten-year life span was important, it was insignificant compared to the future in the sect.

The water god of the cold moon becomes a shining crystal, and the mist under his feet is also reflected brightly. When the arms are separated, the legs are also separated, and finally the head is separated, and the body is divided into several sections. Each section became a separate entity, parallel to the mist, converging in a circle, and then rotating back and forth.

The speed of rotation increases and increases, until finally a circle of light is formed that is blurred by speed. I don't know how long it took for these separate bodies to combine again and merge into the water god of the cold moon.

The water god sank in the mist and entered the body of the cold moon, and the water god returned to his shell.

The next moment, Leng Yue opened her eyes.

It was a pair of bright eyes, full of confidence and pride.

Only now she frowned.

The brow is furrowed.

"The hexagram of the great murderer! is not good, the three altars are in great danger. Sima Fei is no longer in the human realm, and my danger is approaching!" Qi Gu can actually predict that danger is coming to him, then the person who brings danger to himself must be stronger than himself! Leng Yue deeply understood this, and was already thinking about whether he should ask the sect for help.

If they ask for help, will the sect think that they are too incompetent? They can't even protect a vulgar little sect? But if they don't ask for help, how can they deal with the danger that is stronger than themselves?

Who exactly wants to oppose the Three Altars? Doesn't he know that the Three Altars have Dharma protectors from the Daode Sect? Isn't going to go against the Santan Sect to slap the Daode Sect in the face?

Who has such a big ability?

Leng Yue really couldn't figure it out. She grew up in Daodaozong since she was a child, she was an outcast picked up by the people of Daodaozong, and in her cognition, Daodaozong is the most powerful existence in the world. In her eyes, there were no other sects, and there was no palace. People who don't even care about the palace naturally won't take other soul guests into their eyes.

Still, she felt a hint of fear.

Because the enemy in the hexagram is too strong.

It's so powerful that it makes his Dao heart unstable.

Why does it feel this way?

There is only one possibility, and that is that this person has arrived!

As soon as she thought of this, Leng Yue's eyes suddenly widened, and her back was cold.

Then she felt that there was indeed an aura behind her. This breath seems to have just come, and it seems that it has been here all along, and I haven't noticed it at all!

By the time it was discovered, it was too late. Because that person has already shot.

Leng Yue only felt that a huge hand grabbed her neck and lifted herself up.

She struggled desperately, but the strength of this hand was so great that she couldn't break free no matter what. So Leng Yue thought of the water god coming out of the shell, and used the power of the water god to deal with the opponent again. But what made her feel strange and even frightened was that she couldn't even earn the water god!

This hand seems to have some kind of magical power, and once it grabs you, it is as if it seals you in the palm of his hand. So nothing that concerns you can escape.

Leng Yue's beautiful face became a little distorted by anxiety and pain, and her eyes widened as she stared at the owner of the hand in front of her.

This is a middle-aged man, very handsome, especially with a pair of eyes full of magic.

"You...... Scold...... Heh......" Leng Yue's breath was not smooth, and her voice seemed to come out by crushing: "Who are you?"

"Yang Juzheng. The man said lightly.

Leng Yue's pupils shrank, and the name was like a sharp knife piercing deep into his heart, making her almost suffocate.

"It's not easy in the Water God Realm, it's a pity that you die like this. So I suggest you don't think about detonating your Soul Pill and don't try to try other ways to escape. If you are obediently captured, I will only destroy your body and protect you as the god of water. I will send your water god back to the Daode Sect, and if you are worth saving, I believe they will not abandon you. ”