The killer's face, hidden under the mask, began to deform, as if it had been vigorously kneaded and squeezed by an invisible hand, and in the blink of an eye, his body was compressed to the size of a child.

But there was not a trace of blood oozing out, and obviously, even the blood in his body was compressed in his body by the huge pressure.

The cold watery light suddenly burst out, stabbing people's eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the killer was gone, and the place where he had been standing was the same, as if nothing had happened and that the killer had never existed.

The shock in Ling Chuxi's heart was incomprehensible, this killer was actually wiped out under that powerful air pressure.

At the beginning, under the joint efforts of several guardians of Mo Kongyuan, Chu Fengyun also ended up in the same fate, but the momentum of the five people joining forces at that time was so magnificent that even the top of Guanyun Peak was blasted out of a big sinkhole.

But now, even the few people who were close at hand didn't feel the existence of the qi, which showed how condensed this true qi was and how strong the control was.

It was only at this time that Ling Chuxi saw clearly that it was an old man who made the shot, with white hair and a long beard, and a peaceful face but his own majesty.

The power of that palm just now was not weaker than the joint attack of the five guardian masters, and its control was far beyond it! If it weren't for what he saw with his eyes, Ling Chuxi would almost not have believed it.

The old man was staring at the little boy, his gaze sweeping over the pitch-black pendant on his chest, then his eyes, his nose, his mouth, and his eyes, which gradually showed a kind smile.

"Grandfather, my lord!" A few men not far away shouted eagerly, and hurried over, judging from their body style, they all had strong strength.

The old man waved his hand to stop them from talking, still looking at the little boy kindly, as if he was afraid that the appearance of several people would scare him.

"Grandfather, is that him?" A young man with a long body looked at the little boy suspiciously, and asked in surprise.

"That's the Mo Yujing I gave her with my own hands back then, I can't be mistaken." The old man nodded.

"Found it, we finally found it." Several other men were also overjoyed and whispered excitedly.

"What's your name?" The old man leaned down and tried to stroke the little boy's hair.

The little boy was still confused in his eyes, but instinctively took a step back.

The old man's hand stayed in place, a little embarrassed, but there was no displeasure on his face, more of loss and regret.

"What's wrong with him?" The young man asked suspiciously.

"Maybe it's freaked out." The old man said uncertainly, and his hand suddenly stretched forward, touched the top of the little boy's head, and then withdrew it like lightning, but his face changed slightly.

"What's wrong?" The young man asked, noticing the old man's strange appearance.

"Nothing, nothing." The old man pretended to be calm and said, but Ling Chuxi was keenly aware of the shock and anger in his eyes, but it was just very well hidden.

"Grandfather, since you've found it, let's go back first." The young man said.

"Well, let's go." The old man said in a deep voice and nodded.

The young man was about to step forward and take the little boy's hand as he spoke, his movements were not fast, and the little boy suddenly turned around and hid behind Ling Chuxi and Lan Xinyu, tightly tugging at the corners of their clothes.

The young man frowned, stepped forward and grabbed the little boy.