"Ling, what are you doing?!" Qin Mu roared loudly, but the back of the sparkling snow-white sculpture in front of him didn't move!

The snow-white sculpture stood still like a dead thing!

Countless terrifying dragon-like divine consciousness shook open from Ling's body, and the entire sea of consciousness immediately fell into chaos, anger roaring, and hurricanes roaring.

"Stop! Stop!" Qin Mu roared, his voice came out angrily from the depths of his throat, his whole body burned, and even the seven immortal elixirs that originally grew on the banks of the Fountain of Life were dancing in the wind at this time like a dancer wearing a fiery red xia dress with a strange dancing posture, but in an instant, the seven immortal elixirs were under Qin Mu's eyes, but they were burned to ashes by the demon fire.

In the sea of knowledge, all the qiē seems to have lost control, and everything seems to have become an illusion in an instant.

"Monkey!

The Dragon Emperor Divine Palace on the horizon was crumbling—but he couldn't hear the response of the Xuanjin Divine Ape.

All of them burned painfully and strangely under Qin Mu's eyes, and the flames of the Burning God Silk spread all over the body.

Qin Mu knew that he was about to die!

The scorching temperature spread throughout his body, and his entire body felt as if he was tempered in a furnace, and there were bursts of tearing pain in his body!

"Slight-" Qin Mu swayed to the ground like a falling leaf-

"Sparkle—" A faint voice slipped from his lips, but there was no sound around him except the creaking of the raging fire.

Finally, finally—the white, sculpture-like back turned slowly and softly—

In the end, all the qiē, at the moment when the corner of the demon's mouth smiled indifferently, returned to its original state-

Wow!

In an instant, the demon turned into a flame and disappeared from under Qin Mu's eyes!

"Sparkle!"

Qin Mu woke up suddenly!――

"Sparkling Demon!"

Qin Mu sat up suddenly, his whole body was soaked as if he had just crawled out of the water, and his heart was burning like fire!

He touched his forehead - a stunned heart!

"Huh?"

The scorching sensation on the lines formed by the Burning God Silk on his forehead made Qin Mu suddenly retract his hand!

Qin Mu already sensed that something was wrong, maybe this was not just a dream! Because this dream was so real! so real that he could even kill him directly in a dream!

The rest of the people in the Divine Plate were almost asleep, and Qin Mu hurriedly entered the Sea of Consciousness - even though his life was in the hands of the Burning Demon, he even felt that this demon was really becoming more and more presumptuous!

The warm wind blows in the face, a little faint red spark like a firefly wanders freely in the vast sky, and the sound of spring water tinkling and flowing is heard from time to time on the distant hills, the flowers are fragrant, the grass is leisurely, and the whole atmosphere in the sea is quiet and peaceful, which is completely different from Qin Mu's dream.

Qin Mu touched his forehead again, and the burning sensation had disappeared.

He looked up at the sky in the distance, and in the air, the extremely huge Dragon Emperor Temple was still shining with holy light, and he couldn't see anything wrong at all!

"Could it really be just a dream just now?" Qin Mu was a little apprehensive in his heart, after all, this dream was too weird and real, and the burning sensation that the dream brought to him was still palpitating at this time, but when he saw that his knowledge had not changed much, he had to start to doubt the authenticity of Fang Cai's dream.

Dreams are dreams after all, how can we talk about reality?

Even if it is a connection with the heart of a god-man, it must be just a subtle and extremely subtle spiritual ray.

However, suddenly Qin Mu's face showed an extremely complicated expression, which was a surprised expression!

Because at this moment, thousands of strands of red divine consciousness surged from all directions like living creatures, and these divine silks came from the Baiyin boulder dozens of meters away, and these divine senses undoubtedly came from the sparkling demon!

Qin Mu didn't know what this scene represented, but when Qin Mu came to the hill, he was lying on his side on the white boulder, with his back to Qin Mu, looking like he didn't care about himself.

Qing didn't open his eyes, but a smile appeared on his face, it was obvious that he knew that Qin Mu was coming, he didn't speak, his white left index finger moved slightly, and the blood-red fire point like a red firefly in the entire sea of consciousness seemed to be guided by some kind of energy and slowly disappeared into the air.

Qin Mu stepped forward to ask something, but he didn't know where to ask, and when he was in a dilemma, he heard Ling's voice.

"You don't need to make a fuss, everything I have done is good for you, you just have to go to the Exquisite Ancient Pass with peace of mind, but I can remind you first, the people of the Western Desert Demon Clan have already targeted you, you can do it yourself. ”

Qin Mu was stunned and didn't move.

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The reason why the small mountain realm is famous is that in addition to the prestige influence of the Xiaoshan immortals, the founding patriarch of the small mountain realm more than 2,000 years ago, the heroic deeds of the "Thousand Miles Slashing Demon King" in the Alluring City made the Xiaoshan realm more prestigious.

Although nine of the ten people in the Xiaoshan Realm are sword cultivators, the sword cultivation line has gradually fallen since the generation of the Allure City, not only that, but in the entire Penglai Realm, since three thousand years ago, after the retreat of the demon clan, the cultivators in the world have gradually lost their fighting spirit in the past. And those cultivators who are not angry, except for being old and immortal, are no different from ordinary people.

It was already the middle of autumn, and a rare rainstorm swept through the entire Fengdu City, and the dark clouds as heavy as lead accompanied by terrifying thunder, making this thousand-year-old capital feel like it had fallen into the demon world.

The whole of Fengdu has been shrouded in torrential rain and twilight, and only the shadows of tall corner towers loom in the background.

At the same time, above the moon sea outside the city, a black umbrella suddenly appeared.

The man with the black umbrella in his hand walked on the turbulent water as if he were walking on the ground, and walked towards an alley on the shore of the Moon Sea.

There were six black-clothed men with the same black umbrellas, of different heights, whose faces could not be seen under the cover of the black umbrellas, and they quietly stopped on the shore and waited for this person.

After this man landed, the six men in black did not make any unnecessary movements, nor did they make any sound, but followed silently and dispersed.

In this way, the seven people silently passed through the big sword formation above Fengdu City, which terrified everyone!

In the alley, there is an ordinary square courtyard, which has gradually become the center of these black umbrellas that have begun to exude a murderous atmosphere.

The sound of water ticking, mixed with the chewing of food.

A middle-aged man dressed in a coarse black shirt with cuffs pulled up was eating his dinner under the rain eaves in the courtyard.

The man was dressed in shabby black, tied up with a straw rope at random, the soles of a pair of cloth shoes were nearly worn out, the nails of his fingers were full of filth, and his face was ordinary, looking no different from the ordinary porters nearby.

His dinner was also very ordinary and simple, just a bowl of coarse rice, a plate of green vegetables, and a plate of dried tofu, but this middle-aged man ate it extremely sweet, and he had to chew dozens of times before swallowing it slowly.

After chewing the last lump of rice, the middle-aged man reached out and took a wooden scoop hanging under the eaves, scooped a scoop of water from the water tank next to him, and drank it all in one gulp.

At the same time as his belch, the black umbrella in front of him stopped at the gate of his small courtyard.

A snow-white official boot protruded from under one of the black umbrellas, which looked extremely dazzling in the heavy black color.

Behind the official boots, there is a snow-white long skirt, wanton green silk, thin lips, and faint eyebrows like distant mountains in the rain.

Walking leisurely from the stormy river, it was a beautiful woman with a very bookish atmosphere and an extraordinarily moving waist.

She walked out from under the black umbrella, let the autumn rain wet her green silk, walked into the middle-aged man's courtyard with light steps, and then bowed to the middle-aged man, and said softly: "Yan Xi has seen Mr. Ghost Seven. ”

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly, but with this raising of eyebrows, the edges and corners of his face seemed to suddenly become vivid, and his body began to exude an indescribable charm.

"I didn't expect that the people of the dignified Yan clan finally couldn't help but come out to join in the fun. ”

He didn't return the salute, just smiled slightly, but his eyes swept over the woman's body and into the overlapping streets and alleys in the autumn rain in the distance.

"It's been so long, there has been no change in Fengdu City, the same makes me feel hateful! After so many years, I still can't adapt to the life of those cultivators, think about it, I haven't seen anyone in the Western Desert for a hundred years, it's rare to see the power of the Shangyan clan today, hum, it's very rare!"

His words were calm and clear, just like the casual sigh when he was full of tea and food and chatting with people on weekdays, but as soon as these few words came out, all the people under the black umbrella outside the courtyard had a sudden cold face.

"Bold! The remnants of the ghost clan! Lord Yan Xi is here, you dare to say such heart-wrenching words, if you were not favored by the Yan clan back then, I am afraid that your ghost clan has already been wiped out. ”

An icy shout suddenly sounded from under a black umbrella parked in the distance.

Obviously deliberately trying to make the middle-aged man and the woman in the white dress see their faces clearly, the umbrella bearer lifted the umbrella surface, this is a young man with an extraordinarily handsome face, red lips and white teeth, a complexion like jade, and eyes flashing like cold electricity.

This person is none other than Mu Yi.

"Oh?"

A soft sound sounded.

The middle-aged man's slightly frowning brows spread, and he looked relieved: "You didn't say that I almost forgot, hehe, judging from the aura on your body, you should be a member of the Mu Clan! No wonder your aura is weaker than that of this Lord Yan-"

The handsome man in black's hands were originally trembling imperceptibly, in the Western Desert, the Mu Clan had been pressed by the Yan Clan, and at this time, he heard the middle-aged man say that his breath was weaker than Yan Xi's, although this was the truth, but his eyes still lit up with some anger, and his breathing couldn't help but become more rapid.

He just wanted to have a seizure, but was intimidated by the cold eyes of the woman in the white dress.

The heavy rain was falling, and the drops were very distinct, as if there was an invisible power like a sharp blade swimming in the rain, and this power controlled by the divine sense made the handsome man's back cold!

A drop of rain fell on the middle-aged man's shoulder, drop after drop, and it was very clear-

A trace of approval crossed the eyes of the middle-aged man, and he broke away from the body of the man in black and landed on the woman in the white dress, he smiled slightly at the woman in the white dress, and said: "Hehe, not bad, not bad! I heard that Lord Yan has already crossed the fourfold realm of the Yin God in half a step at a young age, you should also be regarded as a rare talent, and it is better to be famous than to meet." If such a talent disappears, isn't it a pity for the long-retired Xi Mo?"

The woman in the white dress trembled slightly with her eyelashes and her lips slightly opened, but at this moment, she sensed something, frowned slightly, but stopped making a sound.

The smile on the middle-aged man's face converged at this moment, and the few tiny wrinkles in the corners of his eyes were smoothed out by some strange fluorescence, and the skin of his body began to flash with a jade luster, and a rolling heat made all the rain falling in the sky turn into white vapor, and a strong killing breath began to fill this small courtyard.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you Yan Clan, two hundred years ago, our ghost clan was oppressed by various clans, thanks to your Yan clan, our descendants of the ghost clan, we can continue to live in this world-" At the beginning, when the woman in the white dress who was obviously the identity saluted him, he did not return the salute, but at this moment, he was serious and deep, and said solemnly.

If you look down from the sky at this time, Fengdu City is black and oppressive, and the rain is extremely heavy, and the entire Fengdu City is like being submerged in the rain, as if there is no Fengdu.

"I don't know what happened a hundred years ago, and I don't want to know, but the only thing I know is that your life is in my hands at this time. The woman in the white dress looked at him with a calm face and said in a non-negotiable tone, "A question will be exchanged for your life." ”

The middle-aged man groaned slightly, raised his head and laughed: "Haha, good! good! What a powerful little doll!" But when he saw that the raindrops that were supposed to drop on his shoulders suddenly stopped in front of his eyes, a sense of oppression caused by his divine sense made his expression suddenly stiffen.

The woman in the white dress didn't discuss the order at all, and directly asked first: "Ten thousand years ago, the demon clan was able to leave a mausoleum in the Exquisite Ancient Pass, which has nothing to do with the Allure Sword Sect, but every two Jiazi years, they will go to the Exquisite Ancient Pass to explore the Demon Emperor's tomb, what do they want to do? It should be more than just for the treasure, right?"

The middle-aged man looked at her and sighed lightly: "Although the Allure Sword Sect has a Shen Sword Lake that makes the hearts of cultivators in the world feel refreshed, but the secret vault Musashi of their cultivation place, no matter how strong it is, can it be as strong as the things left by that demon clan?"

His rhetorical question was very brief, the five demon cultivators under the black umbrella outside the courtyard did not have the slightest fluctuation in the murderous small courtyard, and when they heard this sentence, the black umbrella in their hands trembled slightly at the same time, and countless poplar-like splashes shook on the umbrella surface.

The white group woman was suddenly a little displeased, she sneered: "It's been so many years, this has always been just a rumor, they haven't died yet!"

"Since it's a rumor, why is the demon clan's large-scale invasion of the Xiaoshan Realm this time?" the middle-aged man didn't say anything, just looked at the depths of her eyes with interest, waiting for her next answer.

As the supreme commander of the Mu Clan's mission, the woman in the white dress had no time to pay attention to this man's question, her eyes just flickered for a moment, and then she said, "Now in the Xiaoshan Realm, besides you, how many people from the Ghost Clan are there?"

The man looked at her after hearing this, but did not answer directly, stood up, sweating profusely, went to the water tank, scooped up a large scoop of water, and gurgled and dried it up!

"But dozens. He said lightly.

The rain is still falling, and the rain is getting more and more ferocious.

The woman in the white dress paused slightly, and a trace of unbelievability flashed in the depths of her eyes, she remembered that when she first came out of the Western Desert, she was told that there were at least thousands of ghost clansmen in the Xiaoshan Realm who were placed in the Xiaoshan Realm as intelligence officers, and this kind of person is now the meaning of spies, so it can be said that the Ghost Clan is the intelligence department of the Wood Clan in the Xiaoshan Realm, and it is precisely because of the existence of the Ghost Clan that every move in the Xiaoshan Realm over the years has been known by the Mu Clan, and now when he learned from this man's mouth that the existing members of the Ghost Clan are not more than 100, how could Yan Xi not be surprised。

She didn't speak, and the middle-aged man saw that she didn't speak, so he continued: "Although there are not many people, these people are definitely the most powerful masters of the ghost clan, and they are also the most powerful intelligence officers in the Western Desert over the years. ”

The woman in the white dress was still silent, and she still had some patience at this time.

However, Mu Yi couldn't help but be surprised: "What do you mean by this?"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he pointed to a peak that towered in the distance, and said indignantly, "Have you seen that mountain?"

In the vast rain curtain, looking in the direction he pointed, he did see a mountain, and the annihilation of the mountain in the rain curtain showed a terrifying blue-black, and in the huge rain, like a black dragon rising into the sky, it was daunting.

Yan Xi on the side frowned slightly, she was not a person who beat around the bush, but now it is obvious that the other party is selling Guanzi, she began to have no good impression of this middle-aged man from the bottom of her heart, if she didn't have a task in her body, where would she talk so much nonsense with Ghost Seven just now.

"What is that place?" asked Wood Wing.

"Allure Mountain. Most of our people died there. ”

The middle-aged man said more casually, and there was no emotion in his tone, maybe after all the vicissitudes of life, he had already become accustomed to this river and lake, he put his hands behind his back, stared at the mountain peak for a while, and then sighed slightly: "They are also worth dying, because they have found their own value." ”

Although Mu Yi has never had a good impression of the ghost clan, but after all, these people are also dying for the West Desert, how could he not feel it in his heart, he looked at the middle-aged man with a straight face, his eyes were full of respect, it was hard to imagine how the person in front of him had spent the past hundred years.

He asked in a low voice, "Is it for the things in the Sinking Sword Lake?"

The middle-aged man did not speak.