Huang Yan left the Qingxu Palace, went all the way north, passed a city, and finally arrived at a mountain stream.

The mountain stream is unfathomable, and you can hear the sound of running water, but you can't see the water, and there is a fog below.

This road has always been rarely pedestrianized, and it is generally passed by monks who go into the mountains to hunt for treasure.

Next to this road is a ruined temple, and the statues in the broken temple are no longer visible, and I don't know which god is enshrined.

And in front of this ruined temple, a person sat on a stone chair, and this person was on a cold night.

His eyes were closed, and he was here waiting for the word to be spoken, and he was sure that the guy would be back.

After waiting for a while, sure enough, a man came on the path below.

Huang Yan, the chief disciple of the Qingxu Palace.

Dressed in white, he carries a bamboo tube behind his back.

"Brother Han, the grace of saving my life last time, I will never forget it. Huang Yan came up and clenched his fists and said.

"I want to ask Brother Huang about something this time, and I hope Brother Huang can solve my doubts. "The cold night is solemn.

"I don't know what Brother Han wants to ask, I must know everything, and I will say everything. I think Brother Han might as well follow me to the Qingxu Palace, there, even if I can't solve it, I can also consult the elders of the sect. Huang Yan said.

"There's no need to ask the masters of the Qingxu Palace. You will be able to explain this clearly, because this is about my master. "The cold night is authentic word by word.

"Eh, about Wu Qishan's predecessors? Huang Yan said.

At this time, his heart was a little wary, because it reminded him of something bad.

"I heard that my master was saved by you here. Cold Night asked.

"It was a good coincidence that I came here to train, and at that time I was just a breakthrough spirit general. I believe that even without me, with the strength of my predecessors, it will be fine. Huang Yan said with a smile.

"You saved him in the first place, and you left something behind, right?" said Han Ye's voice a little colder.

"Did you leave something? Brother Han didn't know who he was talking about. Huang Yan asked calmly and calmly.

"What my master said, this suicide note left by my master is written. The curse of words and ink, this is a curse used by Confucianism to control demons, and you used it on my master's body. Moreover, it has cursed our disciples of Ying Tianzong for generations. ”

"In order to get rid of the curse of words and ink, my master used his own life to dissolve it, otherwise, he should break through the god. ”

The more he spoke, the angrier he became, and the killing intent in his eyes was fully revealed.

His master took it into account, if he saw the truth, with his character, he would definitely find Huang Yan desperately.

Therefore, among the suicide notes left behind, he just asked him to obey Yu Huangyan's orders, and then put away the suicide note.

When he left, he took the suicide note with him.

Some time ago, Xuan Han suddenly came to him and asked him to help Xuan Han run errands, and Xuan Han broke through to the spiritual void for him.

After breaking through the spiritual void, he found that after the suicide note reached the spiritual void, another layer of content could be seen.

And beauty is to say some things about his master and God's words at the beginning.

Seeing this, how could he endure it, thinking that he had fought desperately for Huang Yan to block the attack of the Fallen Lin Beast, his heart was filled with anger.

However, he was also a little fortunate at this time that he did not let Liu Yi leave Huang Yan in Daijun City. His own revenge can be avenged by himself.

"Let's go!" said the voice of the person in the painting.

And God's words didn't say a word, and quickly flew away.

"Do you still want to leave? do you think you have a chance?" said Han Ye mockingly, and then, I saw his hands sealed, and then I saw a light curtain appear in front of him, blocking Huang Yan's way.

Huang Yan slapped his palm on it, but his spiritual power instantly merged into it, and then he saw that there was an additional light curtain on the side of that light curtain.

"Ying Tian's decision?" Huang Yan was shocked in his heart, he naturally understood Ying Tianzong, and this Ying Tian's decision naturally understood its power.

He turned his head, looked at the cold night, and said in a cold voice: "If I hadn't saved your master at the beginning, he would have died that day." I used the Word Ink Mantra, but it was just to make him obey his orders, so that you should obey the orders of the Heavenly Sect. This is the way of the world, and now that you know, your master has cracked the curse of words and inks. Then you Ying Tianzong and I have nothing to do with each other, just leave separately. ”

"You are indeed speaking lightly, the Yanmo Mantra is to control the evil spirits, and it is the first time you have used it on people! How much my master has suffered from the Yanmo Mantra over the years, it is better to live than to die. Today, let's find out here. If you win, I won't dwell on it, and if you die, don't blame me. Cold Night said coldly.

"Since you insist on this, then fight! However, if you lose, I will hit you again with this curse. Huang Yan said suddenly.

"You don't have that chance anymore. After finishing speaking, he summoned the Ying Tian Bow in his hand, put an arrow in his hand, and shot it directly with an arrow.

The Izumo Arrow was shot out, carrying the sound of thunder in the air, and it was obvious that he had cultivated the Izumo Arrow to the transcendent realm.

Looking at the flying arrow, Huang Yan raised his hand and slapped it with a palm, only to see that the air seemed to be stained with ink.

And the arrow shot by the cold night was eroded by this ink little by little, and the murderous aura on it continued to decrease. When it flew into the hands of Huang Yan, it turned into a brush.

He grabbed the brush with one hand, dipped the tip of the pen in the air, and then wrote in the air.

The big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing appeared, and between the lines, the murderous spirit of Jin Ge Iron Horse was revealed.

When he finished writing, he waved his hand, and saw the ink-colored war horses, chariots, and soldiers in front of him.

"Kill!"

At the sound of an order, thousands of troops and horses slaughtered towards the cold night.

The cold night sealed his hands, and then he saw a huge yin and yang sword formation appear around him.

On both sides are swords of one water and one fire.

He had long known that there would be a battle here, and he also knew that Huang Yan, as the chief disciple of the Qingxu Palace, was extremely strong.

Therefore, he had already made preparations, and the Yin and Yang Sword Formation had already been laid down by him.

The soldiers, chariots, and horses that rushed over were strangled for a while, and finally turned into ink.

"The formation has already been laid out, and besides, these two swords have been unsealed and restored to the heavenly level? Your strength is not enough to unseal the Liangyi Sword and the Ying Tian Bow, who is helping you. Huang Yan said coldly, and at the same time, there was an extra book in his hand.

Originally, he could also use heaven-level martial arts himself, so he didn't have to worry about the cold night at all. However, the sword and bow of the cold night are both heaven-level weapons. If he continues, he'll suffer.

If you want to deal with the cold night, it seems that you need to use the Book of Forgetfulness.

Forget the world and the book came out, and countless pages flew out, coming towards the cold night.

"This is the moment I was waiting for. "The cold night stared coldly at the book of forgetfulness.

Sure enough, everything that ordinary Xuan Han said was ordinary, and Huang Yan finally used the Book of Forgetfulness. However, because of Xuan Han's guidance, this is a good opportunity for him to kill Huang Yan.