It's getting dark.

After the sun went down and the last rays of sunset dissipated, the sky became very dark, and in an instant, a gray patch, the darkness showed its fangs, and rushed from the sky, towards the earth, and was about to swallow it in one gulp.

The big locust tree in the locust tree was swaying in the evening breeze, and the branches and leaves rustled, falling like rain.

It's a rare sight!

Under the locust tree, the old people who like to sit and chat here at night look at each other, and for some reason, there is a panic in their hearts, something is weighing heavily on their hearts, making them unable to breathe.

Suddenly, there were old people in tears.

It was an old man who was blind, and now he twisted his head, like a chicken and duck before an earthquake, and kept swinging, revealing his sallow eyes, and cloudy tears were streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"Woe to you! Woe to you......"

He muttered to himself, his face full of trepidation.

In the market outside the manor, people were silent, driven by the soldiers of the Scarlet Battalion, like docile cattle and sheep, into some empty courtyards, no one resisted, and no one raised objections, even if there were powerful factions of the three major families among these people, there were also Jianghu guests who traveled from south to north!

Soon, the streets were empty.

Whether it was a long-sleeved and dancing figure like Tan Kui, or an insignificant pawn like Tan Er, they were all driven away from the Yunlai Inn and imprisoned in a nearby house, silent like a quail under the gaze of the soldiers of the Scarlet Battalion.

The weak have no right to speak out.

The only thing they can do is to be silent, wait silently, wait for the strong to make a decision, everything about themselves, their own life and death, is not controlled by themselves, all in the hands of the strong, and a single thought can decide their life and death.

Nangong is surrounded by ten zhang square, and there is no one else except Ning Zhen.

Even the soldiers of the Scarlet Battalion were far away from him and were not in his line of sight, and now, Xin Cone was still in the inn, but he also retreated to the courtyard, allowing Nie Yuan to be exposed in Nangong's sight.

At this time, there was also a distance of more than ten zhang between Nangong and Nie Yuan.

Nangong stopped on the street outside the inn gate, he held his head high, looking at the two-story building of the Yunlai Inn.

Ning Zhen's figure floated into the inn like a wisp of green smoke and appeared in front of Nie Yuan.

When his figure flashed in the courtyard, Nie Yuan took half a step back, his body was filled with green energy, and the expression on his face was extremely solemn, as if he was facing a great enemy, as if a fierce demon beast suddenly rushed out in front of him.

Choke!

With a soft thud, the long sword at his waist popped out of its scabbard for three inches.

Ning Zhen tilted his head and stared at him.

Ning Zhen was wearing a red robe, which was embroidered with dense runes with gold threads, forming a golden pattern, even if the sky had become gray, it was still shining, just like under the rising sun, there was an indescribable evil aura, not a simple bloody aura, mixed with an extremely special smell in the bloody aura, like a stinky ditch faintly disgusting and wanting to stay away.

In addition, Ning Zhen's appearance is also very weird.

His face was coated with a thick layer of white * powder, layer by layer as if it was brushed on top of it, this white * powder was smeared on his face, and the whole face seemed to be a flat painting, as if someone had drawn facial features on the white paper.

"Ouchi guards?"

Ning Zhen smiled and said softly.

"I haven't seen this thing yet......"

Although he was talking, his lips were tightly closed, and his voice echoed in the courtyard, ethereal, coming from all directions, and if he listened carefully, he could not hear where he was coming from.

As he spoke, he beckoned to Nie Yuan.

"Show it to someone!"

At that moment, as if Linghu Xingzhi was standing in front of him, Nie Yuan suddenly felt in a trance, subconsciously took two steps forward, stretched out his left hand, and was about to hand over the jade pendant in his hand to Ning Zhen.

Confusing Dafa!

Similar hypnotic spells abound!

However, it is not a simple matter to confuse a martial artist of Nie Yuan's level, at least he is also a strong man at the grandmaster level, or the original little novice Huiyuan.

Ning Zhen is definitely not a grandmaster, and his strength is far inferior to the original evil ghost's true body, however, Nie Yuan was in a trance, and he hallucinated in the sea of consciousness, and subconsciously listened to Ning Zhen's greeting, and handed the jade pendant representing his identity to the other party in his hand.

That's the terrible thing about mages.

It's just that Nie Yuan is not a weak person after all, after all, he is from a famous family in Huashan.

Just as he stretched out his hand, the dantian qi was in the sea, and the true qi suddenly boiled, as if there was no wind and waves, and the soul seemed to be lightly pricked by a small needle, and suddenly regained its clarity.

"Demons!"

He let out a loud cry and unsheathed his sword.

On the other side, he withdrew his left hand holding the jade pendant.

At this time, Ning Zhen waved lightly, and in the void, a black skull suddenly flashed, just a foot away in front of Nie Yuan's door, the black skeleton opened its big mouth, spewed out a breath of black gas, and sprayed towards Nie Yuan's front door.

Nie Yuan naturally didn't dare to let this black gas spray on him.

His figure shot backwards, and the sword in his hand pulled out a wisp of sword flowers, and swept it from the bottom up, towards the black skeleton.

Although he is an Qi Sect, Nie Yuan's swordsmanship is not bad.

Before the black gas sprayed into the front door, the sword took the first step to hit the black skeleton, but when the blade swept into the black skeleton, it was slashed into a void, and only air existed.

At the same time, Nie Yuan's left hand was empty, and the jade pendant in his hand was taken away by Nan Ning Zhen without knowing what method to use, floating in the air, and was flying towards Ning Zhen's hand, just like the returning bird.

Nie Yuan was shocked and angry, his body was like electricity, and he galloped forward.

A ray of sword light jumped out from the tip of the sword, and it was like lightning, stabbing at the careless Ning Zhen.

In the face of this sword, Ning Zhen did not dodge or dodge.

When a sword falls, it is no longer slashed into the air, but it is not slashed on the human body.

The divine thought turned, and Nie Yuan was shocked in his heart.

This sword split was his own jade pendant, the tip of the sword fell, and the jade pendant that represented his identity was crushed, turned into dust, and fell in a swoop, Nan Ning Zhen's figure was a foot away from his left, and he was shaking his finger at him and said with a smile.

"Ouchi guard, you can't do it, change someone to talk to someone!"

Nie Yuan couldn't grasp Ning Zhen's body shape at all, under Ning Zhen's magic powers, his perception of space was biased, and he was easily confused by illusions, in this case, he could only be beaten passively.

I can't show my strength.

This is the reason why it is not innate and therefore not transcendent.

Only after being promoted to the innate and communicating with the inner and outer heaven and earth, not only can you mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth for your own use, but more importantly, you have your own understanding of the drive and control of divine thoughts, so that you will not be fooled by this little technique.

If you have never been promoted to the innate, even if you have the ability to conquer the mountains and seas, and you can't hit the target, it doesn't mean anything!

Although Nie Yuan was angry in his heart, he never lost his mind.

He no longer stepped forward with his sword, but took several steps back.

At this time, Du Rui and Huiyuan were already standing at the door of the inn lobby.

Because Ning Zhen never made a dead move, Du Rui did not intervene, in this kind of battle, if Nie Yuan has enough understanding, he will also have gains, as long as he can calm down, not afraid, not impetuous.

Du Rui's gaze fell on Ning Zhen, who was also staring at him.

There is no sadness or joy in his gaze, and there is no emotional outpouring, like a pool of autumn water.

Ning Zhen is different, there is a strange expression on his weird face, his eyes are hot, like lovers who have been reunited after a long absence, at that moment, he can't wait to swallow Du Rui in one bite, in short, even if Du Rui is so calm, he has some resistance to this gaze.

Hui Yuan was also looking somewhere.

In the eye sockets, there was a golden Buddha light shining in the depths of the pupils, clashing with a blood-colored afterimage.

Outside the gate of the inn, Nangong sat on the Iron Throne, his eyes fell on Huiyuan, and he was like a statue, motionless.

"Amitabha!"

Huiyuan chanted the Buddha's name, bowing his head and bowing his eyebrows.

In the depths of his sea of knowledge, I don't know when it started, I don't know where it came from, there was a sea of blood floating, and the blood-colored ocean filled the entire sea of knowledge in a blink of an eye, submerging a golden Buddha statue.

In an instant, the Buddha statue was blood-red.

At the same time, Nangong's knowledge of the sea.

His sea of knowledge is a sea of blood, except for the dazzling red, there is no other color, floating in the sea of blood, suddenly, there is a golden Buddha, the Buddha light is shining, Zen sound is curling.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot......"

These eight words are repeated, in an infinite loop in Nangong Zhihai.

Just one eye!

A glance at each other from afar!

It's a clash between life and death!

In the courtyard of the inn, an autumn leaf fell from the courtyard wall with the wind, and floated to the empty area of about three zhang between Ningzhen and Du Rui.

A red figure pierced through the void and suddenly appeared in front of Du Rui.

A pale face that seemed to be a paper piercing man was attached to Du Rui, his eyes were like black holes, and there were whirlpools, as if he wanted to suck Du Rui's soul into it, and in this gray sky, the scene was very terrifying.

Du Rui didn't even blink his eyes, as if he was blind, as if he didn't see the face that was close to his face.

He took a step forward, the soles of his feet landing in the courtyard.

When he moved forward, Ning Zhen's figure in front of him was shattered, dissipating like a bubble on the surface of the water, and then, it appeared at the back of Du Rui's head, clinging to Du Rui's back, as if he was being carried by Du Rui.

He hovered on Du Rui's back and bit down on Du Rui's bare neck.

It's not accurate to say bite, it's more like sucking, like sucking liquid with a straw!

Previously, this was how he absorbed the remaining black qi from the dried corpse.

A wisp of black aura escaped from the jade pillow point on the back of Du Rui's neck and drifted towards Ning Zhen's nose.

At that moment, the expression on his face was extremely intoxicated.