Heavy treasure descends into the world, shining with light and colorful. The originally dark night sky gradually lit up, as if it was day, and a faint golden figure condensed in the sky, looking extremely peaceful and glorious.

In the darkness, a man with a folding fan looked at the crowd of people who kept running towards the golden light, smiling, the folding fan in his hand kept swaying, and a pair of eyes danced with a satisfied look. The black cloth bag on his waist floated slightly, and a black light flashed and disappeared into the void.

The silver-robed old man in the air was expressionless, staring at the golden figure in the air tightly, with a little helplessness in his eyes. As if feeling the movement of the man folding the fan in the dark, the silver-robed old man frowned slightly, sighed helplessly, and looked at the crowd of people.

The golden light gradually intensified, and gradually the golden light turned into a figure. The golden light of the whole body gradually turned to a cold black, and the originally bright sky gradually dimmed. A cloud of cold evil air, like the night wind in the mountains, invaded the surrounding crowd pervasively, cold as ice blades, cold to the bone.

The noisy crowd fell silent in an instant, looking up slightly at the strange changes in the sky. At this time, the crowd gradually became afraid, and many people quietly moved to the rear. kept moving, but before long, they found that no matter how they moved, they were wandering around the area where the ancient monument had disappeared, and they couldn't leave.

The crowd began to stir again, restless commotion.

The golden figure vanished, and the black figure appeared. As if the figure had already melted into the darkness, the face of the black shadow flickered black, and only a pair of bright eyes looked at the silver-robed old man not far away.

"Do you feel regretful and unwilling?" looked down with playful black eyes, and said sarcastically.

The silver-robed old man nodded slightly, then shook his head slightly.

"They are not the avenue we guard, we are the peace of the world. For me, what I am guarding is the future of the Ghost Sect and the fate of the Ghost Sect. ”

The black figure seemed to have heard something ridiculous, his body trembled violently, and he raised his head and sneered: "A thousand years have passed, and another fool has appeared." The law of the jungle, can't you understand such a simple truth?"

When the silver-robed old man heard this, he also sighed with emotion: "Do you need to understand it in a simple way? If so, why do you want to go to it despite thousands of people." ”

"It's just a mantis arm as a car, killing yourself. Doesn't the lesson of a thousand years ago mean nothing to you?"

"It turns out that the little uncle thousands of years ago was also a person of the same way, and the Tao is not alone. The silver-robed old man said lightly, a smile on his calm face.

"Naive, a dead end that existed a thousand years ago, but it will reappear a thousand years later. The sleeves of the black figure waved, and the rich cold aura suddenly aggravated a little.

In the crowd of people, from time to time, some people vomited blood, and their faces were black and steaming.

The three gray-clothed elders slowly stood up, came to mid-air, looked at the silver-robed old man with a sad face, and then looked at the black shadow in the distance and said loudly: "Even if you break the seal, don't think about leaving, the Yindu Great Array has already been opened." ”

The ghostly black figure waved his right hand, and a black light instantly hit the burning runes in the air, but in an instant, the runes quickly disintegrated, and the night sky returned to darkness again, the wind was cold, and the ghosts cried.

"I don't think it's difficult to leave, at least the lives of those greedy people are still valuable in the eyes of some people, right, old ghosts. The ghost smiled slightly and said lightly not far away.

An old man walked out of the void, with a pair of white sword eyebrows, which were actually connected together. Dressed in white clothes and white hair, he faintly gives people a sense of kindness and comfort.

The person who came was none other than Sima Jianmei of the Holy Domain.

The old man didn't seem to hear the ghost's words, and looked at the silver-robed old man lightly and asked, "If I don't stop you, how will you choose?" ”

"The road of the ancestors is not over, and the younger generations should continue to move forward in the footsteps of their ancestors. The silver-robed old man said lightly, a silver robe floating in the wind.

"They are all snobs, but they are all lives. I'm here to let your men be merciful and let them go?" said Elder Yimei with a slight frown.

"Say sorry to Mr. Lu for me, no matter how I choose, I have nothing to do with the Ghost Sect at this time, and I hope that Mr. Lu can take care of the Ghost Sect in the future. ”

The silver-robed old man said slowly, and a white light suddenly appeared in his hand. The white light seemed to be popular in the sky, instantly piercing the dark night sky and flying into the sky.

The faint white light around Yindu flickered, like fireflies in summer, gradually condensing, and finally turning into a magical pattern, rapidly rotating and flowing, slowly rising into the sky.

The cold aura around the ghost quickly spread outward, violently striking the white mysterious pattern. The crowd below him had long been frozen, and an iceberg formed in an instant. The figures in the iceberg are either unwilling, fearful, or regretful.

"Back then, your ancestors all returned in vain, so what can I do in this heaven and earth furnace. The ghost said disdainfully, and the thick evil qi in his body surged.

Elder Yimei sighed slightly, and said helplessly: "Whether you survive or not, I will take your life." ”

After speaking, the old man's body was depressed, and he slowly walked back, the sword qi on his body was entangled, and he was silent without wind.

The three gray-clothed elders looked unbearable, their whole body trembled violently, they raised their heads and let out a long roar, and suddenly shouted: "Where is the way of heaven, where is the saint, all of them are hypocrites with a mouth full of benevolence, righteousness and morality. ”

The silver-robed old man turned his head slightly, and a ray of light shot towards the three gray-robed elders.

The light flashed, and the three elders fell to the ground, their figures slowly illusory, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"Let's go, live well. The silver-robed old man whispered.

Seeing this, the ghost looked disdainful, suddenly looked behind him, waved his hands, and a mysterious pattern slowly appeared. The man with the folding fan in the dark sighed secretly, and with a wave of the folding fan, retreated into the depths of the darkness.

"The third child of the Wei family, is it too late to leave now. Let's stay. The ghost smiled weirdly, and the pattern in his hand disappeared, but beside him was a man holding a folding fan.

The man holding the folding fan smiled slightly bitterly, but he still looked calm, shaking the folding fan and said lightly to the black figure in front of him: "Congratulations to the ghost brother, break the seal and get out." ”

"If it's a serious congratulations, I'll take it. It's just that Your Excellency should hand over the two remnant souls sealed below?" the ghost looked coldly at the man holding the folding fan, and said lightly.

The man holding the folding fan smiled slightly bitterly, but this trip was in vain.

This ghost sect guards the fallen gods of the ancients, after 10,000 years, there are only three bodies that have not dissipated now, and the ghost in front of him is one of them.

The ghost is the result of the collection of countless ancient resentments, and the evil aura is incomparably sharp, cold as frost, and cold to the bones. If it weren't for the suppression of the Soul Suppression Monument, the world would have looked like hell for a long time.

The other spirit is a martial arts giant from ancient times. With only a pair of bare hands, he ran rampant in Sizhou, and there were countless souls under his fists. After death, the soul did not fall, it was melted into the fist intent, the killing aura was strong, and it had long lost its spiritual intelligence. It is said that the fist was strong and impermeable, so it was called Breaking the Wind.

The last to suppress the spirit was the kendo giant. At the time of birth, a meteorite fell at the same time in the midst of lightning and thunder. In the courtyard of the fall, it disappeared in an instant, and finally turned into an ancient sword and landed beside the baby. This child has excellent talents, constant sword intent, and has been established in four states in the past year, and no one can beat him. Because the sword was transformed by a starfall, it was called a starfall. Now only the remnant soul is left to contain the sword intent, and the spirit is incomplete.

The man holding the folding fan tapped the folding fan in his hand, and the black clouds rolled in the void, and the disappearing gray pocket appeared in the man's hand. The man looked reluctant and helpless, patted the gray pocket lightly, and two figures appeared in front of everyone.

A head of white hair covered his face, a plain white robe, tattered, and the space around him surged violently. A pair of white hands were placed in front of him, and his head was slightly bowed. The head that couldn't see clearly revealed a pair of old eyes, dull, and looked around blankly.

The other was dressed in dark blue, and his body was straight like a straight sword. His face was resolute, his eyes flickered slightly, and his robe moved slightly, with a bit of a harsh aura. There was an ancient stone sword behind his back, broken, but it kept trembling.

These two divine souls are the Wind Breaking and Starfall Divine Souls planned by the Spirit Eater Clan, and now they have been handed over to the ghosts for nothing.

The ghost looked at the two divine souls in front of him with satisfaction, looked at the silver-robed man in the distance with a playful look, and said lightly: "The four elders who were righteous by your little uncle fought alone back then, although they eventually fell, the four elders have also been in retreat and hidden from now on. I wonder how your Soul Refining Technique cultivation is?"

The mountain wind is not shining, and the silver robe is churning.

As dusk approaches, the bustling town gradually deserts. On a bluestone-paved stone road, a sloppy Taoist walked in front of him, with a broken dust whisk in his hand, a wine gourd in his mouth kept dancing, and his figure staggered forward along the bluestone path.

At the end of the path is a dilapidated façade, and even the words hanging on the lintel are still dusty. There are also two stone lions standing next to the wealthy family, but the size is more than five times smaller. The stone lion is carved in great detail, and when you look closely, it is lifelike, and from a distance, it is majestic. The high threshold and the wide door have the appearance of a thriving shop. Just looking at the dim door, the old sweeper, the middle-aged bald shopkeeper, and the child-aged guy, it reminds people of the words old, weak, sick and disabled, but fortunately, no one is disabled.

There were no customers in the pawnshop, only a white-haired old man, dressed in brocade and satin, an ancient coin hanging around his waist, and wearing a pair of black glasses. There was a bewitching woman standing beside her, and there was a sword-hugging man behind her.

The sloppy Taoist looked at the old man who looked like a businessman, frowned slightly, the smell of wine on his face was a little less, and he staggered into the pawnshop, and without saying much, he sat next to the old man at will.

The old man smiled slightly bitterly and handed the best fragrant tea in his hand to the Taoist. The bewitching woman next to her looked slightly different, and the sword man's sword body roared slightly.

The sloppy Taoist took the fragrant tea casually, drank it all in one gulp, looked at the enchanting woman and said, "The posture is good, but it's a pity that it's just a skeleton." ”

Turning around again to look at the sword-hugging man behind him, he shook his head and sighed: "The talent is good, the heart is insufficient, the sofa is rich, and there is no improvement." ”

Finally, he looked at the old businessman on the side, and said angrily: "Gu San, your hospitality is becoming more and more unrepresentable. ”

The corners of the old man's mouth trembled slightly, and he scolded in his heart. You are an old man, after scolding people, drinking tea, and getting cheap and selling well, you are really not kind, shameless, and you can do such shameless things in the world.

The master of a sect is a system.

With his face as usual, the old man nodded yes, and at the same time took out a piece of jade pendant from his body and handed it to Lao Dao.

The sloppy Taoist took the jade pendant casually, stroked it slightly, his eyes changed slightly, and the originally scattered breath instantly turned into a sharp hurricane, and in the small pawnshop, there was a slight whisper.