It's no wonder that none of the passers-by who walked on the road paid attention to Shi Rui's anomaly. After all, how can it be exaggerated to say that Shi Rui is just standing still now. Not only that, but Shi Rui also happened to be in a relatively sparsely populated place, not particularly so eye-catching, and being in this huge capital was just a drop in the ocean.

Shi Rui's actions became a little stiff, he slowly raised his head and looked at the sky, the divine light in his eyes was clear, and there was not a trace of panic in it at all, only a terrifying state that was calm to the extreme, and a small wisp of determination faintly revealed. Other than that, Shi Rui didn't have any other expression or expression of even the slightest emotion.

In the distant morning light, a faint line of sky rose, and a black filament as tiny as a mustard seed faintly appeared in the air out of thin air, and the fine black filaments gradually converged, and finally converged into the only shadow light as black as ink. If it was in normal times, ordinary people might be amazed when they saw this gorgeous and unreasonable scene, but in Shi Rui's eyes, this thin black filament was clearly like a sickle in the hand of the god of death, and he directly wanted to put him Shi Rui to death.

The black light, so thin as a hair, was like a demon peeling off the plain white lead lettering paper!

"Shi Rui, let's go!" Without warning, the voice of Void One suddenly sounded, if it was just now, Shi Rui might have hurried to use the Qilin Tour to escape, but it was too late now

As soon as Void One's words fell, a thin black filament that rose from the curtain of the morning light in the distance fell in an instant, cutting a graceful parabola in mid-air.

"Already, it's too late," Shi Rui muttered softly, palms of both hands outward, making a pushing motion, and a faint white mist that could be clearly seen by the naked eye as if it was as warm as jade spread out from the palms of Shi Rui's hands, directly enveloping Shi Rui's body in front of him. The sunlight shone in front of this layer of pale white light mist, and it rendered a faint layer of golden brilliance for it, showing the extraordinary nature of this layer of light mist.

Sure enough, as the so-called "it's too late, it's too soon", the thin black filament with a slight wisp of demonic aura instantly fell on the layer of light mask conjured up by Shi Rui's spiritual power, and it was simply a flash! As soon as the two came into contact, the light mist immediately shattered.

At the critical moment, a layer of tiny dots of light exuding a brilliant silver twelve-grade immortal lotus-shaped texture appeared at the center of Shi Rui's eyebrows, causing Shi Rui's figure to move to the right for about a dozen centimeters without the action of other external forces.

But, as Shi Rui himself said, it was indeed too late. The deep black light passed through Shi Rui's left arm with such a rapid speed, because it was so fast and so fast, even far exceeding the speed of sound, that Shi Rui barely felt that his left arm was pierced.

It can be regarded as Shi Rui's luck, the one that seems to be a black filament, although it has caused a tearing wound to his left arm, and even a wound that penetrates deep into the bone. However, the wound was still 108,000 miles away from Shi Rui's heart, and if it was hit there, it would be truly over. At least, Shi Rui saved his life anyway.

Don't underestimate the Void One, which just caused Shi Rui to move to the right flat for a short distance of more than ten centimeters, not to mention anything else, it pulled Shi Rui's fate from hell to the world.

The next moment, a sharp pain came instantly, and that feeling was definitely not pleasant. Shi Rui didn't hold back, and immediately tilted his head and fainted.

Before Shi Rui could fall to the ground due to the action of gravity, a short but powerful flute suddenly sounded, and Shi Rui's body suddenly seemed to be supported by an upward floating air current, and it happened to stop at the position where his head was only two fingers from the ground.

The sound of the flute is like a knot, as if walking on a winding path.

Then, from somewhere, a whisper came from somewhere, as if someone was sighing in silence. He was talking about a sentence in the famous poet Yuan Zhen's "Tianjingsha" of the Great Sui Dynasty: "Withered vines, old trees, faint crows". Strange to say, there is nothing strange about this poem itself, and it can even be said to be popular, but if you pay attention to this sentence, you will find that you seem to be enchanted, and such a picture immediately appears in front of your eyes: at dusk, a flock of black crows landed on the old tree full of withered yellow vines, and let out a terrible wail as they fly. It's so real, it's like it's really happening around you!

Needless to say, the passers-by who would have attracted the attention of the surroundings because Shi Rui couldn't help but fall because he was unconscious naturally appeared in front of them at this moment, and for a while, whether it was a walking vendor or a pedestrian, as long as it was a crowd within a hundred meters of Shi Rui, they all stood still.

In the midst of the completely still crowd, a touch of emerald green suddenly appeared, and the appearance of this color seemed so unusual. If you look closely, it turned out to be an extremely handsome man. His hair was draped very casually, his long, dark green hair hanging almost to the ground. His face is definitely not just as simple as being delicate, and there is a faint demonic aura revealed. Imagine if this person dressed up in red and pretended to be a woman, what would be like a country and city.

What is quite strange is that his appearance is vaguely similar to the appearance of Li Jiabei, the former Taoist of the Dadu Palace, and if you just take a cursory glance, you will almost think of him as a "wooden Taoist" guarding the capital of Dadu. It's just that Li Jiabei's face is more like the characteristics of southerners like flowing water, and a pair of willow eyes naturally have a half-flavored taste of autumn water, while this person's face is more in line with the characteristics of northerners who are as crisp and neat as the cold wind.

Who is he?