"Senior Sister Angel, goodbye, let's talk ...... next time" Zhang Lang did not hesitate and hung up the phone decisively, after all, there was such a thing out of time and space in front of him.

What is happening in front of you?

Originally, it was supposed to be Sanjin Mountain, but later, it became a valley.

Now, before this valley, a big river has appeared out of thin air, and this big river is extremely yellow, as if it is the source of the Yellow River, the origin of life in Chinese legends.

Mysterious, treacherous.

And above this great river, there stands a magnificent black castle.

The castle rose from the ground, tall and majestic, even from a distance, it was like looking at a towering black fan.

What's more, now that it's under the castle, the feeling of majesty and majesty is even greater.

……

"Finally, I've found you!"

A desolate voice rang out from the sky.

"Hahaha, for more than 100 years, I can still find you, I'm so lucky, God in this world treats me well, the wind is clear, today, is your death!"

What the?

The wind is clear!

Isn't that the name of your master?

Zhang Lang finally knew that the voice coming from mid-air was completely to trouble his master!

In the air, a flame knife more than 100 feet long descended, and that kind of power was like a long knife from the Nine Heavens God, which suddenly appeared in the human world.

Even if he was thousands of meters away from this sword qi, Zhang Lang could still feel the coldness of this sword qi.

He wanted to shout, he wanted to tell his master to run.

But it was all in vain.

Zhang Lang opened his mouth and couldn't say anything.

It's as if my vocal cords have been torn apart.

What the hell is going on?

Seeing that the sword qi was about to fall.

Even though Zhang Lang had not yet cultivated such a huge and peerless sword qi, Zhang Lang could feel the supreme power coming from above the sword qi.

This sword qi that is more than a dozen battles long can cut mountains and rivers off!

Wait, Sidrani is still by his side.

Sidrani is completely ignorant of ancient martial arts, if this sword qi comes down, Sidrani around him will definitely be affected early, and even die like this.

But when Zhang Lang looked around, he suddenly found that Sidrani was gone.

What the hell is going on?

Where the hell did that little girl go?

Although Zhang Lang was very worried about Sidrani, it would be better if Sidrani was not here at this time, so that he could avoid being affected by the battle.

If Sidrani was here, Zhang Lang would definitely believe that if the sword qi came down, Sidrani would definitely die.

Even if you have the Yin and Yang Divine Skill, you may be seriously injured.

was thinking about the true qi of the luck yin and yang magic skill to protect the body, but Zhang Lang was shocked to find that he couldn't do anything.

Surrounded by this ancient castle and sword qi, let alone luck, now Zhang Lang found that he couldn't blink his eyes.

Wait, I can't blink my eyes, but how did I look around and find Sidrani just now?

Suddenly, Zhang Lang discovered a terrible thing, that is, it seemed that his field of vision was very huge/large, and he could see everywhere around this ancient castle.

But he couldn't see himself.

What is this?

Isn't this the legendary perspective of God?

Could it be that he is dead?

No, if you really die under the sword qi, then you will definitely not be able to think, and you will not be conscious.

But what is this state now?

I can see and hear, but I don't know where I am.

……

At this moment, the sword qi had already fallen sideways, unstoppable, and swept through thousands of troops.

The flowers and trees around the castle were burning one after another under the pressure of the sword qi at this time.

The power above this sword qi was so huge that it actually caused a change in the vision of heaven and earth.

Just when this round of sword qi was about to ride into the black castle, suddenly, from the castle, a shocking sword intent came out!

His master jumped out of the castle and leaped across the sky.

Sonorous!

A sword, Shengsheng blocked the domineering sword qi.

Yes, it was a sword, a blue blade less than three feet long!

The three-foot Qingfeng is nothing compared to the big sword of more than a dozen battles.

That person is his own master, and the wind is clear.

At this moment, her facial expression is still the same for ten thousand years, neither sad nor joyful, as if there are no feelings of joy and grief.

"Hahaha, Feng Qingqing, I really forced you out, it seems that it won't work if you don't come out, hum, I know that all your dozen apprentices are not in this black iron castle, you are dead......"

In the sky, the clouds and fog dispersed, and on the hill opposite the ancient castle, stood a man in the prime of life.

However, it is not very accurate to say that he is a person in the prime of life, because in addition to his skin and hair like that of his prime, his beard and hair are all white, as if he is an old man in the prime of life.

However, this person does not have the immortal wind and Dao bones of a Taoist, but his eyebrows are full of vicious anger, and his body is full of murderous aura.

It can be seen that the white-haired man in front of him has more than a thousand murders in his hands?

Zhang Lang was shocked, you must know that this is a period of peace in China, not a Warring States era.

If you have so many murders in your hands, you have to kill how many people you have to kill to form a murderous aura.

"White eyebrows......" Feng Qingqing spit out two words.

Zla-

A line of blood fell from the sky.

The middle-aged man named Baimei covered his mouth, and a terrifying opening was cracked on it, and the blood was not stopping.

"You...... You've actually refined the art of mantra! His eyes were full of fear.

God, I didn't expect that in a hundred years, the opponent's strength has improved like this.

How do you escape?

After Bai Mei knew that the other party had learned the ancient martial arts mantra against the sky, he had no intention of fighting at all, and hurriedly thought about running away.

It was at this time that a mutation suddenly occurred.

Feng Qingqing, who confided in the true words, was in pain between her eyebrows at this time.

"Poof—"

A bright red line of blood appeared at the corner of Feng Qingqing's mouth, and the huge aura weakened instantly.

"Huh?" Bai Mei, who was about to escape, was stunned, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

The other party has obviously reached the point of running out of oil and running out, wait, Bai Mei remembered.

"Hahaha, the wind is clear, scare Lao Tzu, it turns out that your strength has regressed so much," the white-eyed old man was proud, but he was still a little puzzled, "It seems that your strength is less than five percent of the peak, is it meant to be taught to someone?" It's weird, it's weird, but it's going to be cheap today, haha, let's die. ”

"Today, I'll let you taste the power of the Hundred Ghost Night Walking Knife refined by the old man with the souls of eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight virgins, hahaha, go die, you stinky woman!"

On top of the fiery red sword qi, more than 100 powerful ghosts suddenly appeared, like a cone of tarsal bones, which made people feel disgusting at the same time, but also had an inexplicable chill.

At this time, Feng Qingqing's face showed a huge/great pain, but she spit out one word with difficulty: "Escape." ”

Here's a look.

The wind and sunshine that used to be above the castle have disappeared.

It's like you've never been here.

And the white eyebrows, who were originally in control, suddenly showed a stunned expression.

"Damn, let her run away, damn it!"

Thinking of this, Bai Mei's face appeared angry and resentful, and the long knife was cut down, and the black castle was completely shattered.

But what is surprising is that what fell from this castle was not stones, but mud and sand.

Along with the mud and sand, there are also plants and trees.

Wait, this isn't some castle --

It's the Three Sacred Mountains!

It was the knife of the old man named Baimei in front of him that killed the entire Sanshen Mountain!

His master was injured, but it seemed that he had escaped and was not in danger of his life, which made Zhang Lang feel a little relieved.

Wait, the master is not in danger, but what about himself? What about Sidrani?

Hula――

The white-eyed old man's gaze suddenly turned to the place where Zhang Lang was, which made Zhang Lang's heart tremble.

What a fierce look it was, it was like the reincarnation of a killing god.

Oops, found out!

This time it's definitely going to die.

But what made Zhang Lang strange was that the white-eyed old man just glanced in his direction, then shook his head and walked down the mountain.

How did he ignore himself......

Wait, how do you feel that your body is inexplicably tired......

What the hell is going on?

Just now, on top of the Sanshen Mountain, what is going on?

The reason why he was not discovered by the other party is that the master helped him do something?

Zhang Lang's consciousness became more and more blurred......

……

"Zhang Lang, Zhang Lang...... Zhang Lang, wake up! ”

"Uh...... You are ......" Slowly opening his eyes, Zhang Lang found that it was Sidrani's anxious little face.

"Where are we?" Zhang Lang felt that his soul had returned to his body, as if what had happened before was unreal.

"It's still in the valley, what's wrong with you, you've been fainting for more than half an hour, how can I give you massage treatment, pinching people doesn't work, I almost called the hospital." Sidrani asked worriedly.

"Uh...... That's ......" Zhang Lang propped up his body, and suddenly found that his body was not as tired as when he watched the battle, but was full of energy.

And so on -

Good guy, how did you advance to the fourth layer of your yin and yang magic skills?

Could it be the result of watching the battle?

Zhang Lang, who woke up, already knew it thoroughly, and just now, he actually entered/entered the illusion.

The previous battle was just a remnant of the battle left by Master Fu Feng Qingqing and Bai Mei.

What a terrible battle between the two.

It's been a few months, and I'm still able to leave such a strong vision.

"It's great if you're okay." Sidrani looked at Zhang Lang, who was standing up again, and was in good spirits, breathed a sigh of relief and patted his leg.

"Thank you for the knee pillow, I'm recovering well." Zhang Lang said.

"Ah, this...... Well, something is urgent. "Sidrani is generous.

"But right now, we're not fine." Zhang Lang looked into the distance, there were more than a dozen people in black, walking towards them, and obviously they had already found the two.