Quiet.

Stillness that can't breathe.

The cold spread silently, and it had already spread all over the body.

There was a sneer on the upside-down face of the Shadow Night Stalker, and the gray-white pupils stared coldly at the prey.

Mu Haotian's head was empty, and only the sound of his own thunderous heartbeat was left in his ears.

How to deal with it?

He didn't know anything, and there was no record of it at all.

This kind of terrifying demon, which only existed in legends, was far beyond the scope of his ability to deal with, and it should never have appeared here.

Before leaving, the black wood short sword that Master cherished had been handed over to him had been held in his hand, but this did not give him the slightest sense of security.

This sword is made of lightning strike wood, which according to Master is a rare wood attribute material in heaven and earth, but after his tests for several days, it has no other advantages except that it can replace the peach wood sword to perform the art of exorcism and slightly superior in effect.

The King Wen's gossip mirror, which is claimed to be able to ward off evil spirits, is stuck on the big stone behind the shadow night owl, gathering a faint light, and it seems that it has no effect on this demon.

Mu Haotian's sleeves are also equipped with self-made hidden weapons, several practice props and some hand-drawn talismans drawn by the master, which can deal with ordinary warriors and lonely souls and wild ghosts, and it is simply wishful thinking to fight against demons.

He tightened the black sword in his hand, and quietly pressed his chest with his other hand—

- There is also an amazing Dao Sect magic weapon here, which may be his lifeline.

But he didn't know anything about Taoist cultivation, let alone mastering the art of imperial weapons, but he couldn't rely on the empty treasure.

In the end, it seemed that all he could do was to close his eyes again and wait for death, to be the shrinking turtle, and to beg the fairy heart to save his life again.

But the demon does not kill immediately, and eats the living alive, like his damnation nemesis.

Moreover, the so-called "fairy heart" has expired twice overnight, and in the face of such a vicious monster, it is likely that there will be a third time!

The more Mu Haotian thought about it, the more frightened he felt, his face turned pale, and his whole body began to tremble—the biggest hole card he was proud of, this time he went down the mountain like a mirror, and it was shattered.

At this moment, he was so frightened by this ghost that he didn't dare to take a step, which made him even more ashamed and sad, and he had never been so eager to have power in his heart.

Light and shadow flicker.

The shadow night owl seemed to hear Mu Haotian's contempt for it, and his wings fluttered! The bones twisted and made a strange "click" sound, and the tip of the left wing suddenly swiped forward like a human finger.

The cold breath rushed straight to the door, Mu Haotian had been refining his muscles and forging his bones since he was a child, and his reaction was extremely fast, his wrist subconsciously flipped over, and at the last moment, he picked the black wood short sword upward.

"Ting!"

A familiar sound of gold and iron clashing.

Mu Haotian splashed muddy water at his feet, and the afterglow swept by, only to see a long and black feather on the ground, which happened to be inserted next to the butterfly-shaped petal.

He held his sword in his chest, his arm trembled slightly, and he couldn't knock down the sword feather, but the solid black blade also broke a small gap.

The sword feathers of this Shadow Night Owl were actually stronger than the golden stone, and the force that was thrown out at will was still above the force of his crumbling weapon.

My heart couldn't help sinking, and suddenly a trace of doubt flashed, remembering the similar crisp sound I heard when I first saw this butterfly-shaped petal before.

At this time, the light flashed in front of him again, Mu Haotian didn't think about it, and waved his sword to block again.

Flustered and waved a few times, a sword flower pulled back and forth, put on a full posture, and calmed down after a while, but was stunned.

It turned out that the shadow night owl didn't move, and after the blow, he retracted his wings and rested, and Mu Ran glared at him.

The time became brighter and brighter, and one bunch after another came in turn, almost stinging the pupils.

Only then did Mu Haotian realize that the light was shining through the forest on his right.

Glancing past, I saw a bright ball of light wafting through the silent and dark depths of the forest.

The light was cut by the branches and leaves of the chaotic trees, turning into thousands of dazzling beams, illuminating the forest scenery.

"That's also a Taoist magic weapon!"

As if he was getting lost in the sea, he suddenly saw a bright lighthouse, and Mu Haotian was overjoyed.

There is a master in the desperate moment!

His panicked mind turned sharply, and he immediately fixed his eyes on the ghost night owl, and with all his attention on guard, he strode diagonally on his two legs, and moved towards the woods on the east side where the light was.

The night owl's treacherous face turned as he moved, and his miserable white eyes glared at him, but his body did not make any movement.

Faintly, Mu Haotian felt that something was wrong.

But the situation didn't allow him to think too much!

Seeing that the other party had no intention of stopping him, he hurriedly stepped up, and his body also turned, always facing the shadow night owl.

All the best.

Soon he approached the nearest tree, and he made up his mind that he was about to retreat into the woods.

"Amitabha."

At this moment, a Buddha horn swayed leisurely in the woods opposite Mu Haotian, the voice was transparent and clear, obviously far away, but it seemed that there was a high monk chanting indifferently in front of him.

The sound of Buddha entered his ears, and Mu Haotian's heart was quiet.

The nervousness, horror, excitement, and panic all receded like a tide, and the body was warm, as if surrounded by a few incense burners.

Suddenly, the hunting wind behind the grave sounded, and an upside-down face quickly rose into the air!

The shadowed night owl seemed to be greatly frightened, and fluttered its huge strange wings and flew into the sky.

"Evil Barrier!"

"Since it's a ghost, it's not as quick as a ghost!"

A thick voice Fang Fu sounded, and a touch of blue light exploded in the woods opposite, and with the sound, "Bang Lala" broke through the crown of the tree and chased after the night owl.

It's as fast as a thousand miles in an instant! In the blink of an eye, it came and hovered for several feet above the shadow night owl, shining blue.

Suddenly turned sharply, and cut off the head.

The shadow night owl roared violently, but because the place where the man and beast were grafted was on the neck, the vocal cords were broken, and it could only make a dull voice that was difficult to distinguish between humans and ghosts.

The blue light swept through the center of the night owl's body like a slash, and quickly turned back into the dense forest.

Two black shadows fluttered and fell.

Mu Haotian was so shocked that he took a big breath:

The famously terrifying Shadow Night Owl was cut in half from head to tail!

The bodies of the two were still in the air, and a wisp of cyan flame ignited, blazing in the wind, and the fire was blazing, and it had been burned to ashes when it landed.

Mu Haotian was dizzy and frightened, but after returning to his senses, he suddenly felt like a man's back, and goosebumps were rising all over his body.

His imaginary "tall man" was in the woods opposite.

So......

What's behind him?