He had already traveled all over Polar Stream Island, and his divine sense in the sea had already begun to dry up, but he still hadn't given up.

At this time, the sky had begun to take on a blood-red color.

On the horizon, a round of sunset emits its last rays.

The clouds were a red color, and the sky was instantly dyed blood red.

The blood-red sky was like Ding Xiaoyi's anxious mood, and he didn't even sense any breath.

The Zhentian seal in his hand also became heavier and heavier, and he looked around blankly.

The girl and the old woman were like drops of water falling into the sea, and they disappeared in an instant.

Just when Ding Xiaoyi was secretly hurting himself, several figures swept into the air.

It was three guards in armor, and they had a cold aura around them, and they came directly to Ding Xiaoyi's body.

Seeing three armored guards appear in front of him, Ding Xiaoyi was slightly stunned, but he was not in the mood to entangle with these armored guards.

He turned to sweep in other directions.

"This son, the city lord asked you to go to the city lord's mansion." The arrogant voice of an armored guard sounded in Ding Xiaoyi's ears.

Ding Xiaoyi didn't bother to pay attention to the three armor guards, he stepped into the air and swept in other directions.

He's not fast.

As soon as he regained some of his senses, he scattered downwards, and he still found nothing.

"Are you deaf, our city lord asked you to go to the city lord's mansion."

The three saw that Ding Xiaoyi didn't pay attention to them, and one of the armored guards couldn't help but scold loudly.

Ding Xiaoyi just shook his head, and his body slowly swept forward.

He looked at the city shrouded in the blood-red light of the evening glow, and he didn't feel any breath of the girl.

The old woman was very cunning, and she didn't know where to take the girl.

His figure swept over the not-so-prosperous city, and he swept towards the next.

Three figures turned into three streamers and blocked in front of him, and the faces of the three armored guards were extremely ugly, and they stared at Ding Xiaoyi angrily.

"Our lord ......",

One of the armored guards scolded again, but he didn't finish his sentence.

"Roll ......",

Ding Xiaoyi shouted violently, and the sound like rolling spring thunder directly interrupted the guard.

"Presumptuous, what are you, our city lord kindly invited you to be a guest of the city lord, and you dare to speak disrespectfully."

An armored guard raised his weapon in his hand, and then pointed at Ding Xiaoyi and scolded angrily.

Ding Xiaoyi's eyes flashed with a layer of blood-red light, he was just facing the sunset, and his eyes reflected two rounds of bloodthirsty fireballs.

The three guards only felt cold, and they shivered inexplicably.

But as the guards of the City Lord's Mansion, they naturally have a noble identity.

Ding Xiaoyi is just a sword cultivator from outside, how can he compare with their noble status.

The city lord just told the boy about his appearance and asked them to invite the cloth-clothed young man to the city lord's mansion.

They searched for a long time, and finally found the cloth-clothed boy high in this remote city.

Who knows that this young man actually made insulting remarks to let them go, how could they stand it when they were arrogant.

"If you don't leave, you will leave your life behind", Ding Xiaoyi's bloodthirsty eyes shot a terrifying red glow, and his voice seemed to come from the Yama Mansion.

And the three guards still didn't feel that the danger had locked on them, and that it could come at any moment.

"Boy, do you know who we are, no one has ever dared to talk to us like this on Polar Island."

An armored guard raised the weapon in his hand and pointed at Ding Xiaoyi and scolded.

"Since you yourselves will seek death, let it be done for you."

Ding Xiaoyi was in a bad mood, and the three guards were still shouting in front of him.

With a flick of his fingers, three brilliant sword rays burst out, shooting towards the eyebrows of the three armored guards.

Seeing the three brilliant sword rays ejecting from the fingers of the cloth-clothed young man, the three guards had an urge to laugh, and even this sword could hurt them.

One of the armored guards didn't even have a weapon, and he swung his palm at the three sword rays.

It's just that as soon as his palm wind encountered those three sword rays, it was instantly annihilated, and he thought that it was too late to take his palm.

"Poof",

A sword bolt pierced directly through his palm, and then directly into his eyebrows.

Before the other two armoured guards could react, the sword pierced through their eyebrows.

Ding Xiaoyi's body fell towards the remote city below, and he didn't even look at the three City Lord's Mansion guards who were killed by him with a snap of his fingers.

He turned, and his body was already in the old street.

Under the feet are the rotten bluestones, and this street is also deserted, with only a few pedestrians shuttling through this street.

Ding Xiaoyi was a little dazed and at a loss, it was his carelessness that made the old woman take away, and he secretly blamed himself in his heart.

Just as he was around the corner of the street, a voice came to his ears.

"This little brother, you are a dragon among people, but your brows are condensed, have you encountered any troubles."

The sound came into Ding Xiaoyi's ears like a spring breeze and drizzle, making Ding Xiaoyi's footsteps pause.

Ding Xiaoyi followed the voice, and he saw a sloppy Taoist priest looking at him with a smile.

"This Taoist can be regarded as a pinch, and he actually has something to worry about."

Ding Xiaoyi's face immediately showed a warm smile, it was also a blessing to meet a Taoist priest from the Dao Sect in this endless sea area.

"Little brother, please be seated!" The sloppy Taoist priest stretched out his hands to Ding Xiaoyi and said.

Ding Xiaoyi was not polite, he immediately sat on the dilapidated bamboo chair in front of the sloppy old Taoist priest.

It was just a humble little stall, a crumbling desk, a few tortoiseshells and a few copper coins.

"Little brother, let's test a word, you are not allowed to be poor and do not collect money, how about it?"

The sloppy Taoist priest said mysteriously to Ding Xiaoyi. Ding Xiaoyi was also not polite, and wrote the word "囡" on the desk with his fingers.

"Dayong text, I can't imagine that the little brother is actually from the Dayong Kingdom of the Cangjie, it's really disrespectful and disrespectful."

After the sloppy Taoist priest saw the word 'nan' written by Ding Xiaoyi, he hurriedly said to Ding Xiaoyi.

"Dao Elder is polite, help me do the math." Ding Xiaoyi didn't deliberately hide his identity, he said to the sloppy Taoist again.

"That's not good, it's not good. The little brother's friend is a woman, and this woman seems to be imprisoned. So the little brother can't find that friend of yours, right? ”

The sloppy Taoist priest's palm swiped on the 'nan', and the word disappeared directly.

Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi's pupils shrank slightly, this sloppy Taoist priest had a hand and directly erased the words he left.

You must know that the words he wrote on the desk contained his sword intent, and he wrote the words on the desk with a finger pen, and the words had already been inserted.

Every stroke of that word contained his supreme sword intent, and only when anyone touched that word, he would be attacked by the sword intent.

Although he also left his sword intent on Nannan's body, the old woman had already erased the sword intent he left in Nannan's body.

So he could only use the Zhentian Seal to sense the breath of Nannan to find Nannan, but in the end he found nothing.

"Then may I ask the chief, how to solve this situation?"

Ding Xiaoyi is not averse to the metaphysics of fate, and of course he does not blindly believe it.

Although the Dao Sect has declined, there are still some strange people.

He also admired the Daomen, so he was so polite to this sloppy Taoist.

"Well, this well,......", the sloppy Taoist priest's eyes flickered, and his meaning was already obvious.

Layers of crystal light appeared in Ding Xiaoyi's hand, and hundreds of fairy spirit stones appeared in his palm.

"This is easy to solve, easy to solve." As soon as the sloppy Taoist priest saw the crystal clear fairy spirit stone in Ding Xiaoyi's hand, he immediately smiled and said with a smile.

"Poor Dao will write you a few words to ensure that your wishes come true." A brush flashed in the sloppy Taoist priest's hand, and he took out a small note in his left hand.

Then he "rustled" and wrote four words, and he stuffed the note into Ding Xiaoyi's hand.

Ding Xiaoyi had already seen the word clearly when he got up, and there were four words in total: Extreme Abyss.