Yin Lingyue woke up with a crackling sound, she was lying flat on the grass, and the blood-stained grass around her was full of wolf corpses.

Before her vision could become clear, she saw the corpses of several wolves, which fell heavily in front of her from a high altitude, the wolf's head was blurred with flesh and blood, and she could no longer distinguish the appearance of the wolf, and a large hole suddenly opened in the wolf's stomach, and the internal organs could be vaguely seen.

The blood droplets splashed on the wolf's body on the ground, several drops of blood were splashed on her face, and the warm, fishy blood droplets stimulated Yin Lingyue to retch.

Yin Lingyue knew that her head was still chaotic, she vaguely remembered that she had fallen into a coma due to physical exhaustion, surrounded by wolves, and she was already lacking in skills, and it should be a corpse lying now, how could it be......

Yin Lingyue groped her way to her feet, searched for Mo Yuan's figure in all directions, but saw nothing, she curiously opened the corpse of the wolf next to her and examined it.

There were no traces of sword stabbing on the wolf's body, they were all killed with their bare hands, and the blood in the wolf's mouth flowed, the muscles and bones were broken, and the death pretended to be miserable.

The more Yin Lingyue looked at it, the more frightened she felt, what kind of divine place could there be such a terrifying power?

Will it be a senior brother? Among the people Yin Lingyue knew, her senior brother's martial arts were the highest, but Mingyuan Valley was so hidden, how could the senior brother come over in such a short time?

Could it be Mo Tang? Mo Tang is the master of this Mingyuan Valley, and the person who has such a strong ability and knows Mingyuan Valley well can only be Mo Tang.

Could it be Mo Tang? Yin Lingyue didn't have time to think too much, she already knew the answer.

At this time, the moon has reached mid-rise, and the moon shines a silvery white light under the vast dark green sky.

Under the moonlight, a man in white stood majestically, the gentle wind gently lifted his clothes, his black hair like a waterfall was scattered, flying gently with the wind, his figure was handsome and straight, standing outstanding, and his gestures were full of the breath of a king.

His self-confidence, arrogance, and uninhibitedness, at this moment, eclipsed the heavens and the earth, and he is the master of the night!

Yin Lingyue was stunned, she had never seen such an amazing person, evil and arrogant, peerless and gorgeous, even if he left her only a back, it could give people a sense of nobility, sacredness, and awe.

He can never be a senior brother, although the senior brother has the same extraordinary temperament and the same demeanor and charm, but he does not have this kind of domineering spirit that is only self-respecting in the world.

He is not Mo Tang, although Yin Lingyue has never seen Mo Tang, but she knows that Mo Tang is the kind of man who is both righteous and evil, enchanting and evil, yin and evil, not violent, although I have to say that the temperament of the two is very same, but Yin Lingyue's intuition tells her that they are not the same person.

So, who could he be?

Also, Where did Obuchi go? Could something have happened to him? Yin Lingyue's heart was in turmoil.

At this moment, he slowly turned around, and then walked towards her step by step, closer and closer, closer and closer, until finally he was less than ten meters in front of her, and by the faint moonlight, she could see his appearance clearly.

Obuchi!

Yin Lingyue's heart chuckled, and she couldn't close her mouth in shock.

How could he be Obuchi?

Such a fierce and violent person, and that cute, cute, simple and kind Xiao Yuan, are simply like two people.

Yin Lingyue's feeling for him is no longer the noble, sacred and awe-inspiring he used to be, where is this immortal, he is clearly a messenger of hell! She was no longer obsessed with him, but fearful, a creepy fear.

There was no warmth on his face, the smile disappeared from his face, and a sharp light shot out of his pupils, not angry but terrifying.

If he didn't know that he couldn't see with his eyes, Yin Lingyue wouldn't have believed that he was a blind person, because those deep pupils were about to burn her out of the hole.

Such a small abyss made her feel so strange. His expression was so indifferent, as cold as a hundred feet of ice, making her feel like a 10,000-year-old ice cellar.

In the moment when Yin Lingyue lost his mind, Mo Yuan killed several wolves in a row, still one punch at a time, resolute, resolute, ruthless, without a trace of emotion, without a trace of hesitation.

Just by listening to the sound, he can accurately judge the position of the wolf, and he never makes a mistake.

He walked towards Yin Lingyue while fighting, but anyone who was a wolf in his way would turn into a corpse in an instant.

I saw one wolf corpse after another, drawing a long arc in the air, before falling heavily to the ground.

The ground was covered with the blood of wolves, stained red with weeds, red with flowers, red with leaves, and his white garments were as fine as snow.

He seemed to have red eyes, and the crimson of blood inspired the devil within him, and he frantically attacked every wolf, punch at a time, tirelessly.

The wolf's corpse fell like rain in the sky, crackling down, and everywhere he passed, it was covered with wolf corpses, and he, still stepping on the corpses with a blank face, slowly approached Yin Lingyue. Every time he took a step forward, the wolves that were blocking his way took a step back, perhaps because his anger was too heavy, and even the wolves felt the eerie chill from him, which was the breath of death.

He opened his bloodthirsty eyes, which he couldn't see, and he pursed his lips with a smile instead of a smile, but it was more chilling than when he didn't.

His killing intent was so obvious that the direction of the wolves' movement changed, and after realizing that he was not easy to provoke, the wolves no longer blocked Mo Yuan's way, but threw their targets at Yin Lingyue.

The persimmon picked up the soft pinch, and the wolf also understood this truth, she had just woken up, and now she was trembling with fear, although it was not powerless, but it was not much better. At least even in the face of a wolf, she didn't have the strength to fight back.

Soon, there were many wolves around Yin Lingyue, looking at her with fierce eyes, and Yin Lingyue's gaze was still fixed on Mo Yuan, and she didn't notice that there were many wolves around her silently, and she hadn't recovered from Xiao Yuan's crazy consternation.

The speed of Mo Yuan's progress did not change with the change in the direction of the wolves' movements, and he was still unhurried, slow and logical, without the slightest emotion.

Somehow, when Yin Lingyue saw Mo Yuan like this, she felt a fear from the depths of her heart.

He didn't have his usual cuteness, his usual warmth, and his usual shy smile, such a small abyss, so cold, so violent, so terrifying, Yin Lingyue involuntarily stepped back, subconsciously wanting to keep a distance from him, but this didn't work at all, and the distance between them was still getting closer and closer.