looked at the black-robed ghost in front of him, who seemed to be confident.

Chen Yi's expression became more and more strange.

Suddenly.

Laughed.

At this moment, an extremely dangerous aura flashed, and the black-robed ghost's facial expression froze, and he felt that in the deepest part of his mind, a string suddenly broke.

It's the sixth sense.

The most primitive instinct of living beings to warn of danger.

However.

Without waiting for him to react, in the next second, a cool air swept across his neck, and then there seemed to be some kind of material flowing, and the ghost was stunned at first, and then his eyes widened.

Subconsciously look down.

"Gollum."

Heads on the ground!

Too fast.

Everything happened in the lightning and flint without warning, so that this ghost creature of the mortal realm remained in an unbelievable state until it died.

Chen Yi pursed his lips, put away his sword, turned around and returned to the broken temple, not even bothering to clean up the body that had fallen in front of the temple gate, like killing an insignificant ant.

From beginning to end, he was indifferent, and there was never half a bit of emotional turmoil.

People don't care about the life or death of a lowly worm, even if the worm has spoken disrespectfully to him and provoked his words and deeds, it will not make him angry in his heart.

In Chen Yi's opinion, the black-robed ghost's self-reporting and even outright and covert deterrence is as pale and powerless as a young child intimidating an adult.

An ass in a lion's skin.

True.

In the era when the white fox face was born.

Then there were countless supreme majesticians that could be called "the original beginning of a certain law avenue", and many of them were peerless demons who could compete with the face of the white fox.

They have even risen up to challenge the Chaos King's authority.

But.

Defeated generals, dare to be brave?

The backer who moved out at the level of the black-robed ghost.

Chen Yi really didn't feel any deterrent, he just thought it was ridiculous, and spending some time to kill him was already the greatest gift to this frog at the bottom of the well.

Kill it, kill it, no one will offend the white fox face for a small mortal monk, and the white fox face will kill the entire nine heavens and ten earths for him.

That's where his confidence lies.

…

Netherworld.

Not long after the fall of the black-robed ghost, the past was calm and silent, and the strange three thousand weak water rivers were churning up layers of turbid waves.

Followed by.

The barren and barren banks of the river bloomed one after another blood-red flowers.

Soon.

On both sides of the bank paved into a sea of flowers, half of the flowers but no leaves, flowers like human faces, like crying and laughing, half of the leaves are lush and no flowers, hanging by the yin condensation of water droplets.

Not much.

For thousands of years, I have never seen half a living creature on both sides of the Yellow Spring, and two shadows appeared out of thin air, spreading out of the ground, but I didn't see the human body, only looked across the river.

Apparently.

Both sides are deliberately hiding their identities.

"The Courier, dead."

There was silence for a while, and the shadow on the left bank took the lead in making a sound, low and ethereal, accompanied by a word, which was also the result of deliberate modification and change, and was hiding and concealing.

They seem to be planning something earth-shattering, and all the details are handled with extra care, not only the real body does not come, but the incarnation has not yet arrived.

The sound was deliberately processed before he spoke.

Even, every time they say a word or even make a movement, they will take action to erase the traces in front of them, just like walking in the snow and sweeping away the footprints with a broom.

is trying his best to avoid the cause and effect and qi that hide himself.

Don't dare to slack off in the slightest, walking on thin ice, for fear of being noticed by some existence.

If you are so subtle, you must have a big plan!