Leave Gusu on Jiangnan Road.

The disfigured coachman was like a puppeteer, mechanically flicking his horsewhip, and he glanced at the map on his lap and followed a predetermined trajectory, as if calculating the time of someone's return.

The whole land was blackened by the sudden dark clouds, and the disfigured coachman looked sideways into the curtain, and then the carriage stopped under a tree.

The curtain was lifted, and the disfigured coachman turned hurriedly, as if listening to someone, and then, bowing his head, went to the back carriage to carry another jar of wine, took some dry goods, and lifted them up in front of the carriage window, as a sincere old scalper.

Soon, a pair of hands reached out in the darkness behind the window, and that hand took the wine.

The disfigured coachman held up the dry goods again, which were a packet of salted peanuts, a can of broad beans, and a small bag of dried lake fish.

Behind the window, the pair took it one by one.

It's just that it's too dark in the window to see the faces of the people inside anyway.

And then...

The curtain fell.

The disfigured coachman took some food for himself, and sat down in front of the carriage.

In the distance, a master of the White Tiger Torture Hall watched from afar.

Soon the rest of the people returned, looking at the master and shaking his head, signaling that there were no bandits around.

Immediately, these people also began to close their eyes and recuperate, but their consciousness was always locked in the direction of the carriage in the distance, once General Naxia encountered any danger, they would go to the rescue as soon as possible.

The spring rains fell quickly.

Rustle of falling leaves, snow and rain...

Landing on the thick tarpaulin of the carriage, the disfigured coachman sat down, cross-legged, with his head down, eating dry steamed buns bite after bite.

Is...

It's like a normal person.

...

...

Gusu.

The Murong family.

A small building in the middle of the lake.

In the rockery, the cold jade cave.

Murong Cheng, the head of the Murong family, was cultivating in the cave.

This hole is amazing.

A trace of cold air, mixed with the aura of Xuanqi, spread towards the person in the center.

Murong Cheng took a deep breath, and those extremely fine breaths penetrated into his body along the pores.

Exhale again, and exhale a cloudy breath through your nose.

Between these breaths, his complexion suddenly turned like jade, crystal clear, and suddenly very ruddy.

After his luck, Murong Cheng began to think about the hundred schools of law in his mind again.

As he pondered, his hands began to dissolve into afterimages.

The solidification of each afterimage is a unique kung fu, or the most wonderful and brilliant killing move in the method of not being transmitted.

As he pondered, he suddenly felt someone standing in front of the cave.

Murong Cheng shuddered, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

Can't see clearly.

When he opened his eyes again, he finally saw a blurry shadow.

The head of the Murong family said in a deep voice: "This is the holy place of my Murong family, Your Excellency came uninvited, should you report your name?"

The shadow didn't speak, but suddenly spoke: "Feng Shui always needs a point of qi gathering, and this qi gathering place always needs strange things to suppress."

Absorbing the surrounding feng shui aura and projecting it to a certain place, you can make a certain place become a realm that is almost like an immortal's mansion, and cultivating in such a realm is equivalent to five minutes, or even ten minutes of practice for others...

How long has the Murong family master been cultivating here?"

Murong Cheng's expression turned cold.

The person who came actually saw through the feng shui layout of the Murong family at a glance, I am afraid that the person who came is not good, but I don't know how much he still knows.

He got up and said slowly, "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting, it's just that you're not too young, why deceive a little girl?"

"My Murong family's family affairs, I don't need outsiders to take care of them, right?"

"You use a demon to gather energy, and this demon must have a lot to do with that little girl.

You exploited the demon, and on the other hand, you deceived the little girl, used her, made her willing to work for you, and made her think that this demon was treated well and cared for here.

And you don't let her approach, it's afraid that she will see that this demon is actually... It's so painful, life is worse than death, right??

Isn't that interesting?"

Hearing the word "demon", Murong Cheng's whole body was shocked, and his Adam's apple rolled, but he forcibly held back the shock in his heart.

This is the big secret of the Murong family!

And it is also a fetter that makes Murong Yanran obedient and obedient!

He was stunned for a few seconds, and then pretended to be calm: "Your Excellency is here just to judge right and wrong, good and evil?"

"No, I'm just here to talk to you. ”

"I see... Looks like you're here for that girl, right?

Your Excellency's martial arts are high, and the old man is even ashamed of himself, but Your Excellency may not know that if you help this girl now, you will really offend Jiang Yuhe and the Nanhai Dao Sect.

Your Excellency is so capable, you should know the person I am talking about, and the terror of this force. ”

"I'll go find them. ”

"Since Your Excellency has said it so clearly, and the old man is not Your Excellency's opponent, then I naturally understand what you mean, I see that the girl's marriage will be slowed down in your face first, and as for the demon in this gathering array, it will also be suspended, okay?"

"Good. ”

The person who came was very direct, he turned around and left, and walked three steps, which was the spring rain.

But at this very moment...

Murong Cheng suddenly moved.

He's extremely fast.

The left hand pinched the seal, showing a blood-red color, that is the bloody hand of the demon gate, the legend has practiced to the advanced realm, as long as you hold the flesh and blood, the flesh and blood will turn back into blood completely.

And if you hold someone else's true qi to attack, then this true qi will also be pinched and exploded and turned into nothing.

The right hand was flipped, and the two fingers were together, and a powerful true qi visible to the eye penetrated through the arm, rushing to the fingertips, but it was not released.

Sou!!!

Silently, Murong Cheng's whole person turned into a cold afterimage, and rushed straight towards the mysterious powerhouse who turned around.

His [Small Star Shift Phaseless Method] had reached the eleventh layer.

His Murong family's peerless [Shenhe Divine Finger] was almost to the eleventh layer.

The bloody hand on his left hand has never been seen in his cast, after all, this is the infamous Demon Gate's powerful secret method that integrates attack and defense.

But at this moment, he came out in three ways.

Coupled with the sneak attack, coupled with the weakness, he even considered the air current, considered that the wind direction was a headwind, and considered that the environmental changes when stepping into the spring rain from the entrance of the cave would make people feel a short blank in their hearts...

All he wanted was for this mysterious man to die.

It doesn't matter who he is.

Knowing so many secrets, you can't live!!

However...

The man didn't turn around, he kept walking.

Murong Cheng's eyes couldn't help but show joy.

Is it a pretending to be a strong man?

His left hand was pulled away, and the bloody aura was full of blood, flowing like substantial blood, and the powerful energy accumulated in the fingertips of his right hand had shot out wildly, stabbing straight towards the man!!

The man still didn't turn around.

"Die!!"

A roar.

Merely.

Murong Cheng suddenly felt weird.

He instantly sensed the source of this strange feeling, and the sky seemed to be strange?

Theoretically, the battle should not be distracted, but at this moment, he had a strong sense of threat in his heart.

This sense of threat made Murong Cheng quickly glance up.

At this glance, he was completely terrified.

The sky of spring rain is a phantom Buddha.

The Buddha was not merciful, and he folded his hands and prayed slowly, slowly pressing towards him.

And the spring rain in the sky has become a sharp arrow of death in the sky.

Viewing the world.

Embroidery.

Whoop!!!!

In the true sense of the word, all arrows are fired.

The qi of the divine finger was directly annihilated by the vast qi of heaven and earth.

The bloody hand carried ten percent of the true qi, attacked and blocked one after another, and barely dissolved a few spring rains that condensed the strength.

However, there is a real lightning bolt hidden in the middle of the rain.

Charm Electric!

Spring rain thunders!

In an instant, the purple thunder had already passed through the head of the middle-aged man in white, and it entered from the center of his eyebrows, instantly tearing apart the meridians and body of the middle-aged man.

The next moment, the spring rain returned to normal.

Syllable...

The head of the Murong family fell to his knees with weak legs, his eyes wide open in horror, looking at the back of the mysterious man.

Buddhism and Taoism?

This... Who is this predecessor?

Why can't you get along with my Murong family?

The mysterious man turned to look down on him, and the hood of his hood was blown open by the spring breeze at the right time, revealing the Yama mask.

He took off his mask and took a few deep breaths...

It was a young, somewhat lonely face, and the rain wet his hair, which was pressed against his forehead.

Murong Cheng's pupils widened a little, showing disbelief, and then he threw himself forward, kneeling down in front of the young man, his breath was gone.