The saint who realized her holy place suddenly disappeared.

The entire Wuyin Holy Land was also suddenly in a panic.

"Oh no! Oh no! ”

"The saint is missing again! She stole a Shuttle and fled. ”

But just when the whole holy place was in chaos.

Yun Yi looked indifferently at the direction where Yun Sheng disappeared.

The mutilated map.

He deliberately left it behind.

As for whether you can find anything.

He himself did not know.

At least, for the time being, he gave his daughter a glimmer of hope.

Looking at the empty boudoir.

Yun Yi couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Alas......"

"My own disobedient little girl."

"After all, I've grown up."

"After that, there is not much that a father can help you."

"Whether you can catch up with that guy or not depends on your own creation."

……

Meanwhile.

Upper bound.

Inside the ghost gate.

Mountains.

The birds and beasts were long gone, and the snow was falling.

makes the already desolate and lonely ghost gate even more lonely.

Inside the Ghost Gate, the sky has just shed a ray of light.

Next to the door of a large hall, a young man held a broom in his hand and silently swept the snow on the ground.

This person is none other than Su Ming!

Take a deep breath of the first breath of winter.

His eyes were fixed, but there was a hint of comfort, and then he began to clear the snow again.

Su Ming was dressed in white and looked quite capable.

Holding the broom with both hands, gently slices across the ground.

So they piled up the snow together, and then looked around, as if it had been washed by rain.

After a few years, Su Ming was already a disciple of this ghost sect.

But Su Ming's front and back are a little special.

Although he was taken in, he was ostracized.

"Yo! Isn't this the nether scum of the Sundries Department? ”

A playful voice came into Su Ming's ears.

Immediately, Su Ming followed the prestige, it was a young man dressed in gray.

The boy is not very old, almost the same age as Su Ming.

But there was not the slightest tone of his peers, like that of a master and a servant.

Su Ming only glanced at the gray-clothed young man for a few moments, and then continued to sweep up the snow on the ground.

It's all as if this person doesn't exist.

The gray-clothed boy saw this.

He simply stepped forward quickly and smiled sarcastically.

stepped on the broom in Su Ming's hand on the ground with one foot.

Then he looked at Su Ming quietly, and the contempt in his eyes was self-evident.

"Senior brother, please get out of the way."

Su Ming's voice was not loud, but it was sonorous and powerful.

It's a shock to the heart.

The gray-clothed boy didn't think so, and still trampled the broom under his feet.

"Nether scum, senior brother, what can I do if I don't let you?"

"Do you dare to do it?"

Then he deliberately shook his gray clothes, making Su Ming's teeth tighten.

Although I have only been here for a few weeks.

But I also discovered the identity level of this ghost gate.

Uniforms of different colors are distributed according to the status of the disciples.

Inside the ghost gate, there are 100,000 outer disciples and 10,000 inner disciples.

There are five hundred elite disciples, and there are only thirty-two true disciples.

But as for the registered disciple, there is only one person, and that is him Su Ming.

After all.

He was brought up from the Nether.

"Senior brother, please get out of the way!"

Su Ming's voice was still the same, but there was a hint of anger in it

The gray-clothed young man laughed when he heard this, and the snow in the sky avoided its fall.

"Haha, nether scum will also be angry?"

"Is it difficult for you to dare to touch me as a registered disciple?"

"You're just a slave, a servant of the entire ghost sect disciple!"

The gray-clothed young man's words were sharp, but they were true.

In terms of identity, there is no one in this entire ghost gate whose status is lower than him.

He's the most humble man in this hellish sect!

"Shame on you."

"Even the spirit pets of other disciples and elders in the Ghost Sect are more precious than you!"

The words of the gray-clothed young man were like a sharp blade that pierced through Su Ming's heart.

Su Ming's sleeves clenched his fists tightly.

He hates.

I want to knock down the person in front of me who humiliated him to the extreme!

But he can't beat him, and he can't beat him......

The gray-clothed boy seemed to see the expression he wanted to see.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and then he lifted his left foot, which had been stepping on the broomstick.

Su Ming was stunned for a moment, complicated.

Although I didn't understand, I quickly clenched my fists and thanked him, wanting to pick up the broom.

"Su Ming thanked the teacher......"

Su Ming's polite words were not finished yet.

In the next second, the raised left foot was stunned in mid-air.

Immediately kicked Su Ming in the abdomen.

Su Ming, who was caught off guard, did not expect this change.

was directly kicked and flew under an ancient tree in the compound.

The strength of the gray-clothed young man made the ancient tree also slightly shocked.

The snow fell on Su Ming's body, looking embarrassed.

"Huh."

"Tianjiao in the Nether Realm, does he only have such a little strength?"

"As a monk, you're really unqualified."

The next moment.

A sharp sound was like a sharp blade.

Across Su Ming's eardrums.

Before Su Ming could sort out the situation, a force came from Su Ming's abdomen.

Su Ming only felt a pain in his abdomen, and the whole person flew out sideways, and then fell to the ground fiercely.

In the blur, Su Ming saw a bamboo house in front of him.

The men around him were all frowning, as if they were saying something.

"Hehe, what a piece of rubbish."

"The guy from the Nether is just a hillbilly."

Although Su Ming's abdomen hurts.

But the fuzzy species can still be heard.

"Huh? Are you still awake? ”

"I didn't expect you to be quite durable."

The man in gray gradually walked towards Su Ming.

It seemed that Su Ming woke up a little surprised, but it was replaced by contempt in an instant.

Su Ming has seen that kind of look many times.

That is the mercy and contempt of the superior for the weak.

A contempt that comes deep from within.

The gray-clad man's voice was arrogant.

told Su Ming like a charity.

However, this voice was like magic, and it kept tearing at Su Ming's eardrums.

Whether it was the pain on his body, or the words of the man in gray reminded Su Ming.

He was in an extremely embarrassing position.

He was about to stand up, but found that he couldn't do it at all.

Not only was the weakness of the body, but there was a shattering pain in the abdomen, and I couldn't move the slightest.

Feel the disdain cast around you.

Su Ming looked in the direction of the Nether Realm with grief and indignation.

Silently muttered to himself in his heart.

"Lin Feng."

"You have to hold on!"

"These miscellaneous pieces in the upper realm, there must be no one left!"