As soon as the astonishment fell,

The invisible barrier in front of Xingtian shattered, and the chilling fist wind rushed forward by three points and fell on his body.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood gushed out from the throat.

Xingtian's entire body flew upside down and slammed into the wall.

Relying on his strong physique and strong foundation, this old antiquity was only wounded, and he did not lose his combat effectiveness at all.

But at this moment, the frightened eyes obviously have completely given up the idea of continuing the war.

Just because I can clearly see that on Yebei's forehead, there is not a nine-petal red lotus, but a ten-petal.

Nine petals or ten petals, it doesn't matter anymore.

The important thing is that he is a descendant of the Night Clan in the spiritual land.

Or rather, a direct heir.

He Yebei was not born in the spiritual land, and he had never even been there, why did the people of the Night Clan appear in the outside world?

It's completely impossible.

Unless......

A bold guess came to Xingtian's mind.

He has lived for thousands of years, and the depth of his mind is not comparable to ordinary people.

If the answer is really what you think, then it is really a terrifying thing.

"In the spiritual land, there are people from my night family?"

The voice fell, and the white mangs all over his body converged, and Yebei captured the crux of the problem.

He was able to recognize his own red lotus mark.

This mark is unique to the Ye family, and he has heard of this from the mouth of Qing Lao.

Xing Tian is a person who came out of the spiritual land, and he has been in the First Continent for so many years, and all the cities have been occupied, and he has never seen anyone of the Ye family bloodline.

Xingtian was silent when he heard this.

It's not that you can't say it, but you don't dare to say it.

And the next scene undoubtedly verified the guess in his heart.

I saw that on the wall of the Xuan Demon Tower, among the thousands of vertical and ravine-like lines, it was visible to the naked eye that there had been distortion and deformation.

Then, a figure slowly emerged.

An old man who was as thin as firewood, slightly rickety, and the whole person was thin, like a walking skeleton.

But a pair of eyes were bright, he was dressed in a black costume, his hands were behind his back, and he appeared in the tower out of thin air.

"Who are you?"

The old man who suddenly appeared aroused Yebei's vigilance.

Just because I can clearly feel that the old man in front of him is extremely dangerous.

It's a sign of strength.

The rickety figure did not answer.

The next moment,

Raising the palm of the withered old hand, it actually fell directly on Xingtian's chest.

"Poof!"

Xingtian was attacked, and the black-clothed suit exploded on the spot, and the whole person slammed into the tower wall, and was almost blown out directly.

The sunken chest, the bones are broken, the curled figure, the breath is extremely sluggish, and he may die at any time.

In a fit of rage, Yebei did not hesitate, dodged up, and threw a palm into Xingtian's body, forcibly stabilizing his heart.

Such a scene made the old man in ancient costume frown slightly.

"He wants to kill you, and you save him."

"The dignified King of the Night North, who pursues the protection of killing, it seems that it is nothing more than that."

Yebei tried his best to save Xingtian, and there was no wave on his face, but in his heart, he had already set off a shocking wave.

This person's strength is far above the punishment heaven, there is no doubt about it.

To Yebei's shock, the other party knew himself so well.

Obviously, the other party is from the outside world.

In the outside world, there is such a strong person?

And coming here at this moment, it is obviously not a coincidence, it is estimated that in the dark, I don't know how long I have been stealing.

For Yebei's rescue, the old man did not stop him.

If you want to kill him, just now, there will be no chance left.

For a moment, there was silence in the tower.

After about three minutes, Yebei slowly withdrew the strength of his palm, and Xingtian's heart pulse was stabilized, but the injury was so serious that it would not take three or five years to recover.

This is undoubtedly a huge loss for Yebei.

But for now, there is more important things to do.

Who is this old man in front of him?

"Thank you seniors for not killing."

Xing Tian bowed, took out a pill from the Qiankun bag and threw it into his mouth, sat directly cross-legged, and no longer said a word.

Yebei couldn't help frowning slightly, and glanced down at Xingtian.

This guy obviously knows each other.

Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by the voice of an old man slowly drifting in.

"You don't need to ask him, he doesn't know me."

As soon as the words fell, Xingtian's figure sitting cross-legged shook slightly, and hurriedly released a barrier to envelop himself.

The barrier that can be broken in the north overnight, and the release at this moment can be said to be useless.

But the old man in ancient costume smiled slightly.

"This kid is quite smart, and he knows that if he doesn't listen to it, he will be killed."

At Xingtian's age, he was called a kid, which shows how terrifying the old man who suddenly appeared.

Yebei's deep eyes stared at each other tightly, and his right hand was already on the hilt of Beiwang's sword at his waist.

Age is a sign of strength.

Such an old antiquity should not appear in the outside world.

"Who the hell are you!"

Yebei's right hand exerted a slight force, and it was difficult to hide the hostility.

The old man glanced at Yebei, but still did not answer this question.

With a sigh, he said, "This time the opening of the spiritual land is really not peaceful." ”

The faint voice echoed in the tower.

Then he said: "This tower is of great use to you, make good use of it." ”

The words fell, and he turned to leave.

However, Yebei didn't allow the other party to leave like this, and flashed up, blocking the old man's way.

It has not yet been distinguished whether the other party is friend or foe.

The existence of such a person in the outside world is completely an unsettling factor.

If it is an enemy, even if it falls today, it will be killed here.

In Yebei's heart, most of them already recognized the other party as an enemy.

This kind of strength, in the Dragon Country, and even in the world, is enough to sweep everything, comparable to an invincible existence.

Not to mention ancient times, let's just say that in the past hundred years, the Dragon Kingdom has been in constant war, and countless ancestors have fallen for it.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, green mountains are buried everywhere!

If such a strong man makes a move, how can it be like this.

Feeling the faint killing intent, the old man smiled indifferently.

"Yebei, you and I are not enemies."

"If you were an enemy, do you think you would be able to survive until now?"

The old man's voice fell, and Yebei's face did not change at all, there is no doubt about this.

The aura emanating from the other party's body is the power of martial arts, far above the punishment heaven.

Even if there is a war at this moment, there is no guarantee that they will be able to kill the opponent alive.

"Whether it's an enemy or not, for the time being, I'll ask you a little bit."

"Are you from the Dragon Kingdom?"

Silenced the voice, allowing the old man to move forward half a step.

"Of course, at this point, you and I, like you, are both Yanhuang people."

Hmmm-

As soon as the words fell, the sound of knives rang out.

The crimson knife was burning, reflecting the surroundings.

In the face of Xingtian, Yebei did not use the Beiwang Sword, and at this moment, the war knife was unsheathed.

"As the descendants of Yan and Huang, they watched the enemy trample on the land! The lives are ruined, and the people are not living! ”

"Do you know how many bones are buried in the ground under your feet at this moment!"

Yebei held the Beiwang knife tightly, and his eyes were already faintly red.

How many people have been sacrificed to protect this 10,000-mile territory!?

Sheng Hu has fallen! Not even a skeleton remained!

If it was the descendants of Yan and Huang, he should have made a move a long time ago, and if he did, who would be his opponent? How can it cause the tombstones on the Zhushen Mountain, which are full of mountains!

Sheng Hu won't die either!