At that moment, Nan Shiyan turned around, and when he saw the shattered void, his eyes moved slightly, the corners of his lips hooked, and he immediately raised his hand, and his wide clothes swept through, and an enchantment was generated, protecting everyone.

Not far away, in the original empty air, at this time, a crack suddenly appeared, spreading like spider silk, and wisps of black mist came out of it and slowly dispersed.

Looking at such a strange situation, the Great Elder couldn't help frowning, flicked his sleeves, and hurriedly stepped forward, directly in front of Gong Zhaohui, looking at the ever-changing void not far away with a serious face, his palm condensed with profound spiritual power, and his breathing was a little heavier.

A moment later, the void collapsed completely, making a loud noise that shook one's eardrums.

Fragments of the transparent void fell one after another, smashing on top of the shattered ruins, turning into tiny points of light, and the dazzling light flashed before they were scattered.

Not far away, above the collapsed void, a man-high hole appeared, and a deep black whirlwind continued to rotate, flowing with strong spiritual power, blowing up a slight smoke and dust above the ruins.

Seeing this, everyone's faces were slightly gloomy, and they were also aware of the seriousness of the matter in their hearts, and their spiritual power was secretly working, and they looked at this strange scene not far away with a serious face.

The dull sound gradually calmed down, the trembling of the feet stopped, and the smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

Nan Shiyan's eyes moved, and the hand in his sleeve moved, and the enchantment was removed.

When everything was calm again, there was another crisp sound, the sound of the sword unsheathed, accompanied by the sound of the bell swaying, with a certain mysterious rhythm.

A thin figure slowly appeared in the black void, and the wide black cloak covered its entire body, but it still showed its slender figure, revealing a sense of weakness.

The sound of bells came one after another, with a certain sense of confusion, and the eyes of the Great Elder and the few dark shadows who listened to it were more or less confused, and the breath around them gradually relaxed.

"Jingle bells."

"Jingle bells."

The snow-colored skirt was raised, and the small embroidered shoes were lifted, revealing a small slender ankle like snow, on which a crystal bead chain was worn, glowing with a clear luster.

The black cloak was raised by the night wind in a cold arc, slightly revealing the white corners of the clothes inside, exuding a faint cold atmosphere, with a bit of weird taste.

The man's face was covered by a wide hood, a strand of green silk hung down from his chest, and the ends of his hair curled in a playful arc, with a faint halo at the ends of his hair.

The two children slowly walked out behind the black-robed man and came to the black-robed man's side, both of them carrying a small palace lamp in their hands, which was painted with mysterious dark patterns, and a faint light flickered in it.

Stepping on this ruin with bare feet, the bell on the ankle made a strange sound, and the red mole on the center of the brow seemed to be a drop of red blood, adding a bit of bloodthirsty and strange meaning to the young faces of the two children.

A gust of night wind blew, lifting the black robe's wide cloak, slightly revealing the snow-colored skirt inside, and the delicately woven palace silk was raised, and the pearl jade embellished at the end emitted a clear luster.

When they reached a slightly stable area, the three of them stopped and stood not far in front of the group.

As if seeing something, the Great Elder's pupils shrank suddenly, and a deep sense of surprise appeared on his face, and his old withered fingers suddenly raised, pointing at the three people not far away, and his voice rose slightly, with a sense of shock.

"That's the mark."

Taking a deep breath and trying to calm himself down, the Great Elder's breathing was slightly short, and he spoke in a deep voice:

"The mark on the left shoulder of their garment is exactly the same as the mark on those who were in the palace tonight."

"They're in a group."

Hearing this, everyone's complexion changed slightly, and the eyes of the few people in front of them were a little more judgmental.

"Shut up!"

A child carrying a lamp changed his complexion, his voice was full of dissatisfaction, his brows furrowed tightly, with undisguised disgust.

"Don't be rude to the palace master!"

"Little Winter."

A clear woman's voice came, and the little boy paused, glanced at the Great Elder dissatisfied, glared at him fiercely, and with a heavy "snort", he turned his head away and stopped looking at him.

However, the moment he heard this voice, Su Yunshu's pupils shrank suddenly, and the hand in his sleeve tightened a little.

The voice

How is it so familiar.

"Palace Master."

The little boy named Xiaodong flattened his mouth, raised his head slightly, and his immature voice had a bit of a hint of complaint.

"That bad old man dares to point his finger at you, Xiao Dong just wants to teach him a lesson."

"No problem."

The slender white little hand stretched out from the cloak and swung it casually, and a string of clear pearl and jade bracelets were worn on Ning Xue's wrist, which seemed to be a soft wave with a clear water color.

The wrists of the snow-colored woman lined with clothes were a little whiter, with a bit of a sense of sickness.

Su Yunshu and Gong Linggui were both shocked, a faint sense of surprise appeared on their faces, and they narrowed their eyes slightly, looking at the black-robed woman's gaze with a deep sense of inquiry.

"Palace Master."

Seeing the woman's indifferent appearance, Xiao Dong seemed to be unwilling, and spoke again, his voice a little lower, and it was also a lot longer.

"How noble your status is, how can you let this bad old man treat him so rudely?"

"Let Xiaodong teach him a lesson."

As he spoke, Xiao Dong raised his hand directly, and the surging spiritual power in his palm was about to attack the Great Elder.

Suddenly, the slender hand pressed on Xiao Dong's left shoulder, glowing with a jade-like luster, and the seemingly slight and powerless movement stopped all Xiao Dong's movements.

"Little Winter."

The woman spoke, with a strange calmness: "Don't worry too much, anyway"

After a pause, the woman chuckled softly, with a bit of weirdness.

"He's a dying man, anyway."

Hearing this, Xiao Dong immediately smiled, and there was still a child's temperament between his eyebrows and eyes, slightly immature, but with the ultimate cold.

"That's what the palace master said."

"Those who are dying don't need to be too careful."

The Great Elder snorted disdainfully, flicked his sleeves heavily, and made a distinct sound, with undisguised anger.

"Ignorant children, speak wildly."

When the words fell, the woman's smart chuckle sounded, which seemed a little abrupt in the deep night.

I saw the woman raise her hand, and her slender fingers hooked slightly at the Great Elder.

At that moment, a strange force struck straight towards the Great Elder, directly knocking his body far away, slamming heavily on the ruins, splashing smoke and dust all over the ground.