As the weather became colder and colder, the night became longer, and it was only past noon, but in the blink of an eye, dusk came, and the night came.

On such a cool night, the constant sound of insects chirping in the summer has long since disappeared, replaced by the sound of rustling leaves and the lonely autumn wind.

It's not as noisy and distracting as a midsummer night, but somehow it's unusually quiet. Like the whimpering voice of a girl in the depths of the boudoir, it echoes in people's hearts and minds, endlessly.

This situation is the envy of some literati and writers. In such a situation, not only can you sell the ink in your belly, but you can also invite a few confidants, listen to the wind under the moon, know in the song, and get drunk in the song all night.

On the black eaves, the barren sky leaned gloomily against the upturned eaves, one foot swaying back and forth in mid-air.

"This man is really delaying. "The desolate sky scolded this, and his heart was extremely unhappy.

With such refreshing weather and a beautiful night scene, he should have drunk with Bai Qianyu in the restaurant and tasted rare delicacies. Just to track down a person, a person who may not appear yet, he has to work the eaves, waste the beautiful scenery, and can't enjoy the joy of singing about wine.

Although he thinks about it, he can only complain because he is bored, but he understands the importance of things, and naturally he will not be unable to bear loneliness, so he gives up easily.

Of course, he is also mentally prepared, such a blind wait is very passive, and naturally there is a possibility of waiting for no result.

Do your best, obey the destiny of heaven.

Arathia could only comfort himself like this, having said that, he still had an intuition that that person would definitely appear tonight.

Left and right are not in a hurry, without Yun Yi's company, and without Bai Qianyu, a good drinking friend, by his side, he can't give up on himself, and he completely lives up to such a beautiful scenery. Huangtian yawned, dispelled some of the fatigue that came up, untied the red gourd on his waist, and raised his head to drink while the bright moon was still sinking in the west.

Knock, knock.

The sound of the night watchman's hand echoed in the streets. The crisp, faint sound makes the sleeping person more comforting in the dream, and also makes the sleepless person give birth to lingering sleepiness.

But it was such a long night as gentle as water, but a terrifying storm gradually brewed.

As the hour passed, the bright moon hung high in the center of the canopy, and as time passed, it began to slowly sink in the west.

"Huh?" said Akira and put down the gourd in his hand.

At this time, the blue dots that kept flickering on the white jade square plate that Chen placed in front of him suddenly began to move.

After waiting all night, the rabbit finally couldn't help but come out to forage for food. The long-awaited vulture in the night began to show its glaring talons. With a gust of breeze, a trace of smoke and dust stirred up, and the figure of the barren sky disappeared in place in a flash.

Unlike ordinary people, after reaching the beginning of cultivation, monks do not have to sleep. However, most people still don't like to wander around outside in the dark, perhaps for fear of getting into unnecessary disputes, and more people like to stay in their own territory and cultivate.

As a result, when it is not an important festival at night, the streets will be deserted and empty.

This black-clothed man who suspected of being a member of the Mo family had to say that he was very cautious in handling things, and he was not in a hurry at all, so he waited until nightfall to act.

The man was still dressed in black, and he walked from the dark corner, his whole body was restrained, and there was no spiritual power fluctuation around him, just like an ordinary person.

The man in black sneaked slowly against the wall, hiding his face in the shadow of his hat, so that people couldn't really see his appearance, and he didn't notice the desolate sky secretly following behind him.

In three days, it will be the day when the Ming Capital City will open, and under pressure from all sides, even the Tang family will not be able to cover the sky with one hand. On the day of the opening of the city, the news in the city of Mingdu scattered and swept through the Beichen domains. At that time, the reputation of the Tang family will be hit like never before, and its status will plummet.

At that time, there has been no change in the city for a long time, the situation will inevitably change, such an opportunity can be described as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the situation creates heroes, the time, the place, the people, sometimes, people create history, of course, also seek the opportunity to change the situation.

Thinking of this, the man in black walked briskly, everything seemed to be developing in the direction he wanted, and he could feel that he was in a good mood.

Although he walked to the main road and only walked around the alley, Arachi still found that his final destination should still be to listen to the wind.

In these days in Mingdu, Huangtian has not been idle, and he has a rough understanding of the terrain in the city through the identity of Thin Monkey and Tang Ming, so that he will not be in a hurry when facing some situations.

Around the corner is an empty alley, which is usually used as a place to prevent clutter, and is usually not visited by many people, and it is a great place to get your hands dirty.

The man in black still looked completely unaware, and as Aratian had expected, he turned around and flashed into the chaotic alley. However, just as he was about to jump over the wall, his figure just rose, and he felt an invisible force pressing from the front door, directly pressing him to the ground.

"Are you in a good mood? What are the happy things, can you tell me to let you know your happiness? ”

"Who is pretending to be a ghost?" said the man in black in a cold voice, and at the same time put on a stern appearance and looked around, warning any trouble.

The barren sky walked out of the corner slowly, and looked at the man in black in front of him with his arms crossed and smiled. The moonlight slanted down and shone on Aratian's face, brightening his countenance.

"Is that you?" said the man in black, in a deep voice, "Looks like you've noticed." In this case, you are really impatient to live a young boy who didn't take the opportunity to escape, and took the initiative to find the door alone!"

The man in black snorted coldly, and the violent aura stirred around him, and a surging and majestic momentum came towards him, and the fierce killing intent permeated, making the already dark alley even more gloomy. Aratian's shoulders sank, his eyes narrowed slightly, feeling the heavy aura emanating from the other party.

"Sure enough, it's a free-spirited ...... I really can afford to be a wasted person. ”

"What's the matter, boy, you're going to take me with you now. I promise you that you will have no worries, and when the matter is over, I will give you back your freedom, how about it?" the man in black smiled strangely, as if he had already regarded the desolate sky as something in his pocket.

"Huang was still in a hurry, and he also promised others to find out the ins and outs of the matter. In this case, it will be difficult to obey the fate. Wasteland looked at the man in black apologetically.

"If you don't eat and drink in a toast, then don't blame your subordinates for being ruthless, and if it hurts your life, you can only blame yourself. As he spoke, the man in black shot out, holding the magic trick in his hand, and conjured up more than a dozen black dragons that covered the water and attacked towards the barren sky.

"It's really an impatient! It seems that there is no way to calm down......"

Huang Tian shook his head helplessly, in the face of the aggressive attack of the man in black, he did not sit still and condensed all the red spiritual power in his palm, a fiery red palm appeared, and with every move, he opened and closed directly to meet the dragon coming from the sky.

The attacks of the two sides collided, and the black and red spiritual power exploded in mid-air. Under the tremendous force of the impact, half of the black dragon was wiped out in an instant, and the black scales were scattered into the air. At the same time, the surface of the fiery red palm shimmered, crisscrossing with cracks of different shades.

For a while, the smoke and dust were billowing out, and the aftermath swept and directly swept away the surrounding tiles and shattered them.

The red light in Huangtian's eyes lit up, and he saw the light of the red palm splendor and waved vigorously, shattering a few dragons, and then leaning forward, holding the two dragons to death, and a huge force came and directly shattered them.

In the end, with the dying counterattack of the remaining dragons, the giant palm could no longer hold on, and everything with the dragon was shattered and the two sides became invisible.

This time, the two sides were evenly matched, and neither side took advantage. The man in black didn't keep his hand, he knew that Huangtian was not a simple primordial realm cultivator, so he didn't test it, and went all out as soon as he came up.

But even so, he did not have the slightest advantage, and such a result was obviously unacceptable to him.

"Mid-Primal Realm!?"

The man in black was shocked and angry, he didn't expect that in a short period of time, the desolate sky would be able to break through and improve his cultivation to another level. Wasteland's birthday is in winter, and it will be fifteen years before he celebrates his birthday, which means that he has already become a monk in the primordial realm at the age of fourteen, and he is still in the middle stage.

Breaking through the realm so quickly, I'm afraid he didn't think about scratching his head. Moreover, in the middle of the Aetheric Initial Realm, it is hard to shake the strong people of the Easy Realm. It can't be said that the strength of the man in black is not good, in fact, he is also an outstanding figure in the same realm, who would have expected that the combat power of the desolate sky is too much to surprising.

When planning, he was given enough attention to overestimate his strength as much as possible, but who knew that he was still underestimated.

"Is this the strength of the wasteland people, it is indeed shocking enough, but today no matter what, you will not escape death. The man in black let out a loud shout, and black spiritual power poured out of his body, turning into two thick black strands around his arms.

The terrifying fluctuations came out, and the two arms of the man in black were like two majestic gods, the thick and vast aura was hidden, and the invisible pressure made people a little breathless.

His two arms were filled with domineering power, and the inky black luster became deeper and richer, like a broken chain, like a torrent pouring down, and the spiritual pressure that was several times stronger than before suddenly erupted, and it was rising steadily.

"Escape, Phase II. Arathia gasped, but he was not afraid, for fear was useless, and he did not need to be afraid.