At the end of the long street, a fog gradually rose.

Fog, initially light. Gradually, it fills the entire long street, and then becomes more and more intense.

The fog was so thick that it seemed to condense into droplets, but it didn't feel wet.

It's late autumn at this time, how can it be foggy?

Chen Shao'an was still half-lying on the grinding plate, but his hand was already on the row of knives around his waist.

"It's really annoying, let Lao Tzu look at the stars in the night sky for a while, will he die?" Chen Shaoan scolded.

"I won't die, but, you will!" someone in the fog.

"You're not afraid of him?"

"Why am I afraid of him? I was not afraid of him when he had the Night Knife. Now that the knife is destroyed, I won't be afraid of him!"

"Mo Qingli, you don't stay honestly in the hidden mansion, but you want to come out and make ghosts. You're not afraid of him, why didn't you come out when he was there?"

The mist churned and suddenly split in half. This situation is extremely strange, the white mist on both sides is rolling and boiling, but the middle place is clear.

In the clear place in the middle, I don't know when a silver-haired man stands.

The silver-haired man was very young, there was not a trace of blood on his face, and his skin was so white that it was almost transparent, and even through the skin, he could see the cyan veins underneath.

The silver-haired man's good-looking two eyebrows look even more black and slender on his snow-white face. Under the eyebrows, the eyes are so dark that people can't see the bottom. It's just that on the left forehead, there is a faint knife mark.

The knife marks, lacquered eyebrows, dark eyes, and snow-white face should be a face that makes people feel eerie.

But combined with the face of this silver-haired man, there is a kind of bewitching and feminine handsomeness, but people don't feel a trace of terrible feeling.

"It's really you! Mo Qingli, what are you doing?"

"What do you say? I heard that he wants to hide in the mountains and forests, right?"

"What is he going to do? How would I know?"

"Huh...... There was a chuckle, but there was a hint of hatred in the laughter.

"If he really hides, how can I find him?" Now he wants to take the holy daughter of Lingyan Pavilion to live the days of immortal couples. If it weren't for him, Mei'er would be by my side now, how could she sleep in the cold pool? How could I be miserable until now? How could I let him be at ease?!"

The more Mo Qingli spoke, the angrier he became, and his silver hair danced to himself without wind. His complexion gradually turned hideous, and he had gradually gone crazy.

Chen Shaoan looked at him and sighed softly.

"What are you sighing again? Do you pity me? If it weren't for the night nineteen, how could my father have walked into the devil's path and finally died of his own efforts! If it weren't for the night nineteen, how could I be a single shadow of Mo Qingli? How could Lin Mei'er become like that? He once said that he would give me an explanation! But now that the sword has been destroyed, and he has released his oath, he will go into hiding? What about the explanation he wants to give me? Where is it? I have now achieved great achievements, and I want to seek revenge on him!" Mo Qingli said to the end, and he was already screaming.

"Who can tell you about your grievances? He knows that you will come, and he asks me to pass on something to you, will you hear it?"

"What did he say?"

He said that he and Miss Ling went to the Southern Wilderness Vortex and went there to guard the Dream Soul Grass. As soon as the dream soul grass blooms, it will be picked and given to Lin Mei'er, which should be able to wake up Miss Mei'er. ＂

"Haha...... Mo Qingli looked up and laughed wildly.

"Who is he fooling? haha...... Go pick the Dream Soul Grass? That Dream Soul Grass is just a legendary thing, and there is it in the Southern Wilderness Maelstrom? He, and he still wants to lie to me! Haha...... Obviously, he ran to have a good time!" Mo Qingli laughed and pointed.

Chen Shaoan looked at Mo Qingli, who was laughing wildly, shook his head and said nothing, looking helpless.

As soon as the laughter stopped, Mo Qingli looked at Chen Shao'an and said, "The Hanyoutan Circle protecting Mei'er needs to be maintained by me, and he knows that I can't leave the Tibetan Mansion for too long, so he made up this lie to deceive me!, isn't it?"

Mo Qingli stopped talking, his eyes turned cold, and his dark eyes turned into a pool of deep water. The pool of water in his eyes is like ink, spinning endlessly, as if there is a suction force there, constantly sucking at the depths of people's souls.

Mo Qingli said word by word: "Actually, it's not difficult to find him, I, I want him to come to me!"

As soon as Chen Shao'an touched his gaze, his heart was cold, as if his soul was about to go with it. Busy running his skills tried his best to break free from his gaze, and said in shock, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to kill all the people he knows and the people he cares about! I'll kill all the people in this world who have anything to do with him! At that time, he will naturally come to me! Haha...... ＂

"Are you crazy? How did you become like this? Could it be that you also cultivated the Demon Dao?" Chen Shao'an asked in surprise.

"Yes, for Mei'er's sake, what's the point if I fall into the devil?!"

"Do you want to follow in the footsteps of your father?"

"You are not allowed to mention my father's name! I will kill all those who have anything to do with Night Nineteen. And you, the first! The one in the palace will be the second! Kill you, and he will come to me! haha...... ＂

fog, tumbling even more violently.

At the moment when he realized that Mo Buli implied murderous intent, Chen Shaoan had already crushed the warning jade pendant on his waist.

"Within fifty breaths, the masters of the dark hall can come, but can they hold on to this time?" Chen Shao'an thought secretly.

"Waiting for a helper? haha...... Don't wait, they're here!"

The fog on the left suddenly dispersed, and Chen Shaoan looked there.

Seven or eight people were scattered on the cold bluestone road on the street, and among these seven or eight people were two Yuan magicians wearing magic robes.

These people have long since died silently, and several of them still retain their pre-death movements. Some of the blades in their hands were half drawn, some were still holding hidden weapons in their hands, and the sorcerer holding the staff was still with his mouth open, but the incantation he wanted to recite could never be finished.

All this is only because their opponents are too strong, and it seems that in just an instant, they will die at the hands of their opponents.

"Your subordinates are still loyal, you let them go, but they are just a little farther away from you, but they haven't really evacuated. Chen Shao'an, these people's lives should be counted on you, haha...... "Laughter and pride.

Just when Mo Qingli was smiling the happiest, Chen Shao'an moved.

With a twist of his fingertips, thirteen slender flying knives as thin as cicada wings shot towards Mo Qingli like locusts.

If the lightning turns, the speed of the knife is even faster than lightning. So fast that people just saw the knife, and the knife was already in the throat.

As soon as the knife was shot, Chen Shaoan's body had bounced. The knife bag on his waist has reached his hand, the orange light on his body is shining, his fingers are flicking, and the flying knives with orange light form a large net towards Mo Qing's cover.

Chen Shao'an was already a ninth-level peak martial artist, and if he advanced to another level, he would have reached the primary holy realm. At that point, he will have his own domain.

If it could only be if, Chen Shao'an knew that with these flying knives, he would not be able to hurt Mo Qingli, who had entered the Holy Domain a few years ago.

There were seventy-two knives, and as soon as thirty-six were issued, Chen Shaoan had already rushed towards the street corner. Just cross the street corner and sweep the houses in a straight line, which is closest to the palace.

If he wants to run, he must run. He wants to escape into the palace and use the special device in the palace to spread the news of Mo Qing's departure from the Demon Cultivation Dao to Night Nineteen.

The dense fog in front of him suddenly condensed into a wall of fog, and Chen Shaoan slammed into it. He believed that even a wall could knock a passage out.

The body was suddenly bounced back, and the force of the shock caused the orange energy emitted from his body to flicker and disappear. He was injured in the crash. The wall of fog had only been partially extinguished, and the surrounding fog had filled it even thicker.

"Haha...... In my realm, you still want to escape?"

Chen Shaoan smiled bitterly secretly, yes, the domain is invincible. If you fall into someone else's domain, you can only be slaughtered by others, unless you have your own domain.

Chen Shao'an secretly regretted at this time, if he didn't become this superintendent and spent more time cultivating, with that Vermilion Bird Tribulation Technique, he was afraid that he would have broken through the Holy Domain earlier.

This ninth-level peak looks like it is only one step away from the Holy Domain, but this is the watershed between the martial artist and the Holy Domain, and this step is very different.

Chen Shao'an withdrew the energy he had released, stood calmly, and said with a smile: "Since you can't escape, then don't run." Mo Qingli, you come and kill me! just don't mess with my face. ＂

Mo Qingli moved slightly, stood in front of Chen Shao'an, and said, "For the sake of the love you have helped Mei'er, I agree to your request." I will take your soul and let it dissipate in the wind. ＂

The pool of ink in his eyes swirled wildly, tearing at Chen Shao'an's soul incessantly.

With a sharp pain in his head, Chen Shaoan gritted his teeth and stiffened. After a few moments, his consciousness blurred.

It seemed that he saw those clear eyes again, and a familiar cry came from his ears, "Third Uncle!"