Ignoring Ourut's surprised gaze when he got something, Zilong didn't think of the answer and stood up and walked out the door, he wanted to go back and think about the future path, he couldn't continue to look blindly like this, maybe finding those fifty-two people was the shortcut.

The faint light emitted from the building made the City Lord's Mansion look hazy, as if he was in a fantasy world, the breeze gently swept the flowers and plants, and also stroked Zilong's cheeks, and the coolness that came to Zilong's face suddenly made Zilong sober.

The slender corridor winds in front of him, the Juxinglou towers in the distance like a hill, and Zilong strolls on the path, feeling the cool breeze while sorting out the chaotic thoughts.

Without warning, Zilong stopped and looked around alertly. Although he didn't feel any breath, he could clearly feel that there was no trace of wind around him now, and looking at the gently swaying green leaves not far away, he knew that someone was nearby, and it was most likely a night ghost.

As if to prove Zilong's guess, just when his idea was generated, there was a strange movement behind him, and before he could react, a hand swept past his face, and the pale color flashed, and then the abnormal movement disappeared, followed by a slight distortion in the space not far in front of him, and the black shadow fluctuated and slowly showed its rushing face, and the lips under the mask outlined the arc of the upward rise, and the good-looking smile seemed to be laughing at Zilong.

"You're here again!" Zilong said flatly, his sharp gaze shuttling across the black shadow's body.

"Don't worry, I just want to ask you what you need?" The elder is already impatient, if you don't know what it means to be a person who knows the times, the elder will come to teach you personally, and then you won't be able to escape so easily, a little flesh and skin suffering is still inevitable!" The night ghost's cold voice seemed to come from a distance, without a trace of warmth.

"It would be best if you could disappear in front of me and stop bothering me, but it seems like you don't want to do that, so there's nothing to talk about!" Zilong resolutely refused.

The Shadow Killing Technique was operational, and the Yuan Spirit swarmed out from the colorful spirit clouds, Zilong stretched out his palms, allowing the powerful Yuan Spirit to come out of his body, condensing into a purple light cluster in the palm of his hand, and countless Yuan Spirits in the light group were surging, Zilong stared at the night ghost, and without saying much, he directly pushed out a palm, and the Yuan Spirit Group flew towards the night ghost like an arrow off the string.

The night ghost smiled slightly, his right hand swiped in the air, and the shaking space writhed and swallowed his figure instantly, and Zilong's Yuan Spirit Regiment suddenly lost its target.

The disappearance of the night ghost did not surprise Zilong, the corners of his mouth hooked a sneer, the Yuan Spirit Group turned into zero into countless particles floating in the air, the faint purple light converged into a circular halo and continued to expand, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi surged towards Zilong's body, instantly replenishing Zilong's surging Yuan Spirit, and the Yuan Spirit of exploration was constantly powerful, instantly spreading to dozens of meters away.

The night ghost hidden in the shadows immediately sensed something bad when he noticed Zilong's sneer, but he didn't feel anything, and when he paid attention, he saw Zilong rushing towards him violently, and the powerful pressure swept towards him like a surging angry wave, impossible, the night ghost was sure that he didn't leak a trace of breath like last time, and how Zilong found out, the night ghost can only be explained by coincidence.

Thinking of this, the night ghost showed a contemptuous smile, his right hand flew in the air, when he finished this set of familiar movements, he only felt as if his body was tightly strangled by something, and the essence elements were like ropes winding him layer by layer, and the tighter and tighter he was, the opening space crack was in front of him, but he couldn't move a step, he looked at Zilong who was running towards him at extreme speed in horror, and suddenly raised all his strength......

When Yuan Ling really captured the moment of the night ghost, Zilong was also pleasantly surprised, after all, this method was only imagined by him out of thin air, but he didn't expect it to really work, when he noticed that the night ghost wanted to teleport at that moment, Zilong didn't want to move at night, and mobilized the Yuan Spirit everywhere to rush to his position frantically, and the Yuan Spirit condensed into an entity under his control and instantly wound the body of the night ghost.

The Yuan Spirit continued to gather rapidly, and the power wrapped around the night ghost became stronger and stronger, a purple band of light floated in the air, and the night ghost was surrounded by purple light in the sky.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zilong jumped up, waved his hands, and the Yuan Ling transformed into a big knife with substance, the purple brilliance was beating up and down like a vigorous flame, Zilong's body fell straight down from mid-air, and the knife condensed with the powerful Yuan Ling roared and pressed, and the rapid friction with the air splashed countless pale red starlight, and the huge power was excited like magma, and the wind instantly rolled up, sending countless stones and dust to the sky, and the trees were in pain**, the sound of rattling is like an undead in the night.

The purple light in the sky lit up the entire night sky in an instant, and suddenly burst out of the night ghost's body with a burst of white light, white light and purple light intertwined, a transparent humanoid object struggled in pain in the purple light, the voice was as mournful as a wail from hell, and the body of the "person" was twisted, like a rope with excellent elasticity being stretched.

With a bang, the humanoid object suddenly exploded into countless blood-red human shapes, beating in the purple light like a baby, and a huge and incomparable energy appeared with the vision, hitting the embankment like a flood, and the majestic and powerful instantly drove back the primordial spirit of Zilong, and followed.

As if a rock had smashed on his body, the force of the explosion hit the unsuspecting Zilong with a huge force, and a mouthful of blood gushing up the corners of his mouth was spurted out by him, and his internal organs were violently stirred, as if he had left his original position, and the huge pain spread to his whole body.

Wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, Zilong looked in the direction of the night ghost, where the purple light had long since dissipated, and the sudden burst of power disappeared in the night, replaced by a drop of blood scattered everywhere, as if the blood in the body had been drained, the body of the night ghost fell to the ground and the clothes were dark bloodstains, Zilong's divine sense was entangled around him, and what he felt was a faint breath that was almost imperceptible.

Suddenly, the blood scattered everywhere dripped like ants, and gathered together at a slow pace, forming a drop of blood, which grew larger and larger until it became the size of a fist, and the color of red looked extremely attractive.

When all the blood droplets were gathered, the blood beads jumped and rushed towards the night ghost to gather, the night ghost's hand was moved, the head slowly turned, the mask that split into several pieces slid down from the face, and a miserable white almost transparent face was displayed in front of Zilong, he looked at the blood beads that jumped to the palm of his hand with gentle eyes, and gently dragged it to his chest.

The blood beads jumped in his palm, as if performing a wonderful dance, the night ghost looked at the blood beads and smiled slightly, with a temperature that seemed to melt ice and snow, that smile was very charming, with a sad sense of vicissitudes, Zilong was also deeply attracted, he looked at the different night ghosts, moved his feet and walked towards him, wanting to see that smile clearly.

"Your Excellency. Although I don't know why the organization values you so much, but since they have made a decision, they will not give up, and now that the elders have come in person, please be careful, if it is you, you may be able to escape the fate of being controlled, if I had met you earlier, then maybe and I will have the courage to fight against my own fate, instead of being at the mercy of others like now!" The night ghost said in a weak voice, his eyes were dilated and he couldn't find his target, and a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, as if he couldn't stop it.

Blood beads squeaked in his palms, and his throbbing body became weaker and weaker, and the body coagulated with blood gradually collapsed.

Looking at the night ghost's unusually young face, Zilong realized that he was just a teenager, maybe not his own age, without any hesitation, Zilong hurriedly stepped forward, and cut his palm with the "Yuan Spirit Blade", and drops of transparent liquid fell on the corner of the night ghost's mouth.

Feeling the breath of the night ghost gradually recovering, Zilong couldn't help but put his mind at ease, why did he save him? Zilong thought in his heart, there was no reason, at that time he only had one thought was to let him live, maybe it was because the eyes that were full of endless vicissitudes and melancholy infected him, but he was sure that at that moment he didn't think that the other party was a member of the Imperial God Pavilion, but regarded him as a person, a real person.

"Squeak!", a sudden voice interrupted Zilong's thoughts, Zilong turned his head to look, but it was the blood droplets jumping towards him, as if thanking himself.

Looking at the blood-red body, Zilong thought, he didn't expect that the true face of the phantom was actually a drop of blood, which was very different from the various shadows he saw.

The night ghost's breathing had gradually stabilized, and Zilong waved his left hand and sent him into the spatial ring.

There was silence in the Juxing Building, I am afraid that everyone had already fallen asleep, standing in front of Qixiang's door, feeling her steady breathing, Zilong smiled softly and walked towards his room.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Zilong carried the Yuan Spirit from the limbs and hundreds of bones in his body, repairing the damaged body, although the final blow of the night ghost did not cause him much damage, but a little damage still existed,