"It's all rubbish!" The man scolded lightly, and looked at the people in the cave who also sat down cross-legged, but he didn't want to become a 'black-robed man'.

I don't know what method he used, except for the white dress, the temperament of his body has changed greatly. An ordinary and unremarkable person, with a kind face, and even a shrewd businessman's treacherous and tacky eyes in his eyes, his originally tall body has become ordinary.

If the wind was here, I am afraid that it would be immediately understood, and the courteous vendors on the ice field street that day were not exactly like this.

The man was dressed up and was about to change into a luxurious robe, when there was a sudden cold in his neck, and a heart-piercing cold invaded his heart and lungs, and he couldn't help but gasp, and a long sword with a cold light had cut through the skin of his neck at some point, and blood flowed out, holding his throat.

When he looked back, his throat was cold, and a handsome young man was reflected in his whitewashed shrewd pupils.

He has a handsome face, his eyebrows are calm, and his body seems to have an air of elegance and reverence, just standing so easily gives him a kind of mountain admiration, unattainable reverence and power. No, it is completely the extreme emotion of wronging the person in front of him, horror and despair, or it can accurately express his mood at the moment.

This man is clearly that day... There is no doubt about exploring the identity of the exposed, and no more fear and despair can be born, the shrewd pupils have dimmed, and the next moment, a little green light shines through from the top of his head, but this light point has no intention of escaping, he is afraid and stunned, and he waits for the terrifying man to raise his hand to take away that little bit of light.

The man's deep and deep eyes turned to the cave, and with a wave of his hand, the long sword in his hand sent all the black-robed people who were meditating to the Yellow Spring.

He took the long sword and was about to leave, but for some reason, his body turned and walked towards the depths of the cave.

After walking for a short time, the cramped cave gradually became wider, and the audible sound of water dripping on the stones could occasionally be heard, and then the streams of mountain springs flowing through the cracks in the stones, slowly converging into one, and after a few more steps, I saw a trickle of water that zigzagged around the cave appeared in front of me.

The trickle flowed out of a pile of rocks, only half a foot wide at first, and slowly turned into a stream about a foot wide, and magically, one or two fish could occasionally be seen jumping out of the water in the stream, and the dead silence of the cave suddenly felt a little popular.

Walking further, I could already see the faint light refracted in my eyes. And at that moment, the young man stopped, flipped the long sword in his hand and flew out, shattering the vision of nothingness into countless pieces in an instant.

The seemingly ordinary cave still hides such advanced means, if you continue to walk like this, I am afraid that you will not be able to get out of this cave even if you die!

How powerful are the people behind this cave, and what is the origin? The road ahead was dangerous, but the young man's calm and elegant expression did not change in the slightest.

Putting away his sword, he took a seemingly random step, and the young man's eyes had changed greatly.

It is a deep and secluded valley, where a babbling stream flows quietly through the mountains, silently nourishing the fresh green trees of the mountains, and also nourishing the life of an old man with a rickety body and an old face.

The old man sat in a small wooden courtyard full of flowers and plants, looking up at the sky leisurely, like a scholar who explores nature, carefully studying, very obsessed and serious, even someone approached did not notice.

The young man suddenly felt that this old man was very similar to someone, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and chuckle lightly about something unknown.

He laughed a little louder, and the sound was not loud enough to wake up the old man, so he stood outside the bamboo fence and waited quietly for the old man to come back to his senses.

The old man looked very old, and his eyes were full of stories, but when he looked at the visitors, he suddenly became calm, as calm as the surrounding grass, trees, mountains and rocks, only quietly lacking vitality, without human vitality.

"You shouldn't be here." The old man's light tone was like the language of a bird in the mountains, so clear and natural, without a trace of hostility or other emotions, as if the young man in front of him was just a flower, a grass, a grain of dust, and could not arouse the slightest emotion from him.

Such a person, a young man had never seen before, and even in that unspeakable being, there was no such tone of eyes, and he was undoubtedly very old. An old man who has lived for a long, long time, has a lot of experience, and has a very peaceful mood, says that although he has no desires and no desires, it is unexpectedly very suitable for him.

Hearing such a sentence without a beginning or an end, the young man's eyes remained calm and unmoved, as if he had known that someone would be here and would say this to him.

"Why not?" The young man walked into the small wooden courtyard and looked around curiously, but when he saw the things in the courtyard clearly, there was a trace of admiration and puzzlement in his calm eyes, as well as strange doubts.

Outside the Mastial City, two slender figures flew through the sky quickly, over the mountains, and their destination was clear. The demon people on the ground only felt a strong wind blowing above their heads, and their necks felt a little cold, so they looked up curiously, but only grabbed two black spots in the distance.

"It's strange, who dares to be so fast in the range of the magic capital..." This demon muttered in his mouth, and before he could retract his gaze, he saw two sneaky black shadows chasing in the direction of the black dot, but these two black shadows were slower and could be seen clearly by him.

Frightened in the bottom of his heart, he turned into a small ape and burrowed into the bushes in an instant, and only when the sneaky black shadow flew away did he run out with palpitations, but he went straight to the Mast City.

Flying out of the jurisdiction of Mast City, the wind and Xuanyuan Demon slowed down and entered the primordial dense forest, seeing the two black shadows chasing after them, and were about to start grabbing, the black shadows suddenly stopped, and the two bangs were planted into the dead branches and leaves, accompanied by bursts of convulsions, as if they were having a sheep epilepsy, and the appearance of the disguise also showed its original characteristics.

The black shadow Hao Ran is the mysterious black-robed man!

However, the two black-robed men didn't twitch for long, and their bodies began to fester, and after a while, only two pools of disgusting black water remained on the dead leaves.

What's going on? They haven't used any means yet, why are they all dead?

Youfeng and Xuanyuan Demon waited quietly with a hidden breath, but after waiting for a long time, they didn't see anyone or any animal passing by this side, and then they realized that someone had moved their hands and feet in advance. But who could it be?

It is also outside the Mast City, a hundred miles away from the Demon Capital, on a beautiful mountain, there are about a dozen people, who are putting on a posture, leisurely enjoying the winter scenery that belongs to the beauty and Xi of the Demon Race.

Looking at the clothes of more than a dozen people, the costumes are beautiful, and they are exquisite. Observe its temperament, extravagant, arrogant and elegant. Once again, its members are loose and well-behaved. The origin of its cultivation is uneven, and it is difficult to figure out.

The only thing that is certain is that they are Spirit Realm people!