At this time, the area is very lively.

The huge stone prison was mottled, and among them there was a strong figure roaring, the chains bound him, a pair of scarlet eyes were as fierce as a beast, and the aura of violent madness was very strong. He had a boning knife in his hand, and he was constantly slashing through the stone prison and the chains that bound him, and there were already many curls on the boning knife.

Despot!

The tyrant at this time, without the slightest sense at all, is a complete madman. I don't know why he was locked in a stone prison or who did it, but I'm sure it would be a disaster if he was released.

In front of the huge stone prison, the disciples stood with skinning knives in their hands, as if they were guarding the tyrant, and as if they were guarding the stone prison, looking coldly at the rolling black fog not far away.

I saw this picture in a painting painted by the Celestial Master not long ago, but how can I feel it like this at this time.

Who is the figure in the black mist?

The likes of the Yin Si Messenger?

It should be, after all, with such a strong yin qi, it seems that no one can do it except for the people of the yin division.

Just when this thought arose in my heart, the disciple guarding in front of the stone prison looked at the surging black mist with a solemn face, and said in a deep voice: "You are not a person of the underworld, who are you?" ”

Well?

Not a Yin Si person?

I looked at the black mist suspiciously, feeling the yin qi that kept gushing out there, how could such a person not be a yin person? If it wasn't for the Yin Si people, how could they appear on the side of Huangquan?

Just as I was wondering, the figure in the black mist stretched out his hand and lightly scratched at the disciple.

In an instant, the disciple's body exploded in an instant, and with the strength of the disciple, he couldn't withstand the casual blow of the guy in the black mist.

After the disciples exploded, the black mist that burst out did not disperse, but continued to swell and converge, as if trying to recondense. But before the disciples could recondense and form, the person shrouded in the black mist struck again.

The man in the black mist sealed with one hand, and a golden glow appeared from his hand, and the golden illusory rune appeared in his hand.

Seeing this, my eyes shrank suddenly.

The people of the Daomen!

How is this possible?

This guy shrouded in black mist, with such a strong yin aura lingering around him, how could he be a member of the Dao Sect?

At this moment when I was stunned, there was also a change on the disciple's side, and after bursting, the disciple turned into a distorted black mist, and at this time, a faint golden rune appeared around his body, as if the disciples were entangled and bound by chains.

The disciple let out a painful wail and struggled violently, but when a faint golden rune appeared on the skinning knife, and pierced directly into the heart of the disciple who had just barely transformed, the disciple's struggle froze instantly.

"Hum~"

With a sound of spatial clarity, the disciple's figure instantly burrowed into the skinning knife, as if it was bound by the skinning knife.

Immediately after, the hand of the vague figure in the black mist made a slight move, and the skinning knife flew directly into the hand of the figure.

At this moment, the tyrant in the stone prison seemed to regain a little clarity, and roared angrily.

"Brute, you calculate us, you dare to ......"

Before he finished speaking, the vague figure in the black mist shot again, and also lightly scratched at the tyrant in the stone prison.

"Bang~"

The tyrant also exploded, just like the disciple just now, the illusory golden runes covered it, and the disciple was directly swallowed by the boning knife, and the boning knife also flew out of the stone prison and fell into the hands of the figure in the black mist.

"Bury his soul, forge his sword, slash the eighteen layers of hell, and stain his blood...... Enough should be enough, right? ”

"It's a little bit closer, but unfortunately I don't have time...... Alas! ”

The vague figure in the black mist muttered to himself, and my heart trembled when I heard his voice.

This is......

Grandpa's voice?

Impossible, this is definitely not grandpa, how can grandpa have such a ability?

If Grandpa had such great ability, it would be impossible for him to die on Miaojiang's side in the first place!

"Who is he?" I yelled at the Heavenly Master beside me.

The Celestial Master did not respond, as if he had not heard my words, and looked at the figure in the tumbling black mist very calmly.

I couldn't help but rush straight towards the black mist, wanting to see who he really was, to ask him why he had made a move against the disciples and tyrants.

But no matter how much I rushed forward, the figure kept spinning in place.

No matter how much he roared, the vague figure in the black fog could never hear my voice or see my existence.

This is a scene that happened I don't know how many years ago, it can be regarded as a fragment of the long river of time and space, and the Heavenly Master and I are passers-by here, we can only see and hear everything that happens here, but we can't do anything to interfere with this place in the slightest.