Late at night.

Xia Yuan stood in the shadows as an "observer".

He watched as Senior Brother Bai's door opened a crack, and it seemed that something had come out, but he couldn't see anything.

He looked through the crack in the door, and saw that his junior brother had already lit the candle, and was standing barefoot on the ground with his sword in his hand and looking around, apparently not being attacked.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

After the end of the ritual in Hongyan Temple during the day, he felt that something was wrong, so he began to divinate non-stop after a short rest, thinking that "the shadow puppet club will find a way to rush to the Wuxin School Palace", he was immediately alert, so he rushed back before dusk, and then did not appear, but quietly observed everywhere.

The little junior sister gave three invitations to Hongyan Temple to Senior Brother Bai, and he saw it.

There was a sudden movement in Senior Brother Bai's room, and he heard it too.

Fortunately, the junior brother did not act excessively, otherwise I am afraid it would be another result.

He remembered that there was a kind of person in this world, and that kind of person would immediately go to the Dao Break if he saw some strange scenes, and then he would die directly before the Dao was broken...

Obviously, the junior brother is a man of luck, and he firmly believes that the chance of encountering strange forces is equivalent to winning the jackpot, so he didn't think about it, let alone Liflegg, otherwise he would definitely be GAME OVER.

And what is the shadow?

Where did it go?

Xia Yuan walked along the lakeside.

Suddenly, his expression moved, because the moonlight condensed in the lake water showed that there was something abnormal behind him.

The mirror has a "condensing" effect, and the lake is calm, and it is also a mirror.

Xia Yuan looked at the lake.

Behind him stood a tall nun more than two meters tall, dressed in a miserable white monk's robe, with a dark and white face, and a gray ceramic-like crack, and her lips were bright red.

Xia Yuan didn't look back, but locked on to this weird nun for the first time.

The strength began to skyrocket, all the way to the realm of the Earth Soul Grand Master.

But he didn't move.

He was waiting for five minutes.

After five minutes, he will be able to refresh the locked CD to prevent losing money when he encounters the stronger one in battle.

And the nun didn't move, just stood motionless.

Xia Ji guessed that the nun could faintly sense that she was nearby, but she didn't know where she was.

Suddenly, the nun walked back and disappeared.

Xia Yuan clearly locked her position and followed step by step.

The nun was walking aimlessly on the corridor, and if one of the younger brothers and sisters ran out at this time, and saw this nun, I don't know if she would be scared to death.

Walked for a while.

The nun suddenly stopped and stood outside the Dustless Pavilion.

There was still a light in the pavilion, and Xia Yuan could see that it was the master who was practicing the Wuxin Sword Dao.

Lao Zhu is the second grade of the heavenly seal, because of the state of mind, the third grade is extremely difficult to break through, but he has not given up his efforts, at this time on both sides of the general outline of the sword heart, there are still more than ten pictures of immortals holding swords, he is facing these more than ten pictures alone, is trying to immerse himself, trying to understand.

So this terrifying nun was attracted by Lao Zhu's popularity? After all, he was still sweating on such a big night...

Lao Zhu obviously didn't know what was outside the door, he kept taking out his sword, putting it away, and pondering.

The miserable white nun apparently had a law of action that she could not comprehend, and she stood silently.

And Xia Yuan also stood quietly.

Suddenly...

Xia Yuan had a strange emotion in his heart.

In addition to the difference between his appearance and these strange forces, how different is the other?

It's all hidden out of sight.

is all in the moment of appearance, and can kill others in seconds.

According to the measurement of this nun's "tyrant" talent, it may only be at the level of the Heavenly Seal Nine Grades, but its attack method is not from the real world at all.

According to Ning Bao's words, there is nothing else to do except the Grandmaster's golden light that can harm them, but pay attention... This is just "can hurt", not "can kill" or "kill".

As for their Tyrant Second Flame Form, they can be injured by the heat.

...

Minutes and seconds passed.

Lao Zhu had finished his cultivation, and a touch of loss flashed in his eyes, although he had mastered the fixed form, he still failed to find the opportunity to break through the third grade heavenly seal.

A soft sigh came from the Dustless Pavilion.

Squeak.

The door was pushed open.

Lao Zhu walked out.

And at this very moment.

The nun took a step forward.

Lao Zhu felt something, and suddenly turned his head sideways, and he was a little stunned on this side of his head.

In the moonlight, a terrifying nun two meters tall was standing straight, staring at him motionless.

Lao Zhu hurriedly rubbed his eyes, and when he looked again, the nun had disappeared.

He had been through a lot of battles, and at this moment, he only felt a fatal, chilling feeling of horror, and he turned his head suddenly, only to see that the nun was already standing behind him at some point, and her hands were spread out, and she was grabbing him.

Lao Zhu fell into an ice cave, his whole body froze, he wanted to come up with a sword, but he only felt that his whole person was pressed by a ghost in a nightmare, and he couldn't move at all.

At this moment, a strange scene appeared again in the void.

Brush!

A magic hand burning with pitch-black flames suddenly appeared from the air, grabbed the nun roughly, and in an instant, the five fingers grabbed the nun, and suddenly grasped it, clenched it tightly, and the nun was immediately deflated.

Yes, it's deflated.

It's like that kind of inflatable paper figure, which is suddenly pinched tightly, and it directly becomes a ball of waste paper in the palm of your hand.

And then...

The terrifying nun who pounced on Lao Zhu was suddenly caught by this demon hand and plunged into the netherworld.

Followed by...

The nun disappeared.

The Demon Hand is gone.

It's as if it hadn't happened.

Lao Zhu looked at the scene in front of him in a daze.

He rubbed his eyes desperately, and there was nothing in front of him, except for the moonlight slanting from the edge of the eaves, casting a cold shadow.

Lao Zhu didn't want to think about it, took advantage of the fact that his heart palpitations disappeared at this time, hurriedly drew his sword, and then vigilantly searched around, but the scene just now was like his own hallucination, leaving no trace in the real world at all.

Xia Yuan's left hand was burning in the depths.

The nun couldn't make a sound anymore.

The ultra-high temperature had already crumpled its whole body into a ball and burned it out, leaving only a yin jade the size of a baby's fingernail.

Brush.

Xia Yuan stopped.

The Demon Hand is gone.

Xia Yuan stood in the shadows, and the arrival of a tyrant at the level of his Earth Soul Great Grandmaster also began to disappear, which meant that the target was really completely dead.

But he remembered the scene just now.

There is a particularly strange feeling in my heart.

"It's like pinching a paper figure, and this nun seems to be made of paper. ”

Looking at the yin jade in his palm again, he frowned even more.

Because the size and quality of this yin jade are at the same level as the previous "girl in the well".

And the "girl in the well" is just a "shadow puppet" that has been polluted for the second degree.

This means...

It is also very likely that this nun is the product of secondary contamination and not the main one.

So, where is the right master?

What are the rules of conduct of these strange forces?

Or does each one have their own completely different style?

...

At this point...

Hongyan Temple, mountainside Zen Temple.

Fang Ming looked at his youngest son with fear: "Don't draw, don't paint, don't paint anymore!!"

But the boy did not listen to him at all, but lay down beside the thick pile of drawing paper in front of him, and mechanically put down his pen, drawing quickly and skillfully, while beside him there was already another stack of extremely thick paper, on which only one thing was drawn:

- The nun's face.

Keep your eyes closed.

Pale and terrifying, with cracks.

And the lips were red and chapped with blood.

"Xiaoliang, stop drawing, stop drawing... Daddy, please..."

But the boy was indeed deaf, he couldn't hear anything from the man, his pupils were bloodshot, and he even looked like he was about to pop out, which was very abnormal.

Fang Ming finally couldn't help it, he pounced directly, grabbed the boy's arm with both hands, and wanted to forcibly pull him up.

But his pull is like pulling a heavy iron lump.

No, none of the iron is that heavy.

The weight was a strange substance he had never heard of.

Fang Ming tried to stop it again, but the boy's movements were filled with a strange force, and he couldn't stop it at all.

His pupils constricted suddenly, because he found that the boy's eyes were extremely weak, his cheeks were pale, as if he could not hold it at any moment, and the green tendons all over his body burst out, obviously he was just a thin boy, but at this time he gave people the feeling of practicing a strong man.

Fang Ming took two steps back in fear, and he suddenly ran out of the door.

Only two steps.

Boom!!

The window was blown open by an abrupt demonic wind.

Inside the house, the paper was blown up and flew all over the sky.

As soon as Fang Ming raised his head, he saw a sky full of human faces.

These miserable white and horrible nun faces.

Suddenly...

The closed pupils of these big faces were all opened.

Fang Ming pushed the door in fear.

But the door was so locked that it couldn't be smashed open even with a hammer.