A hand slowly stretched out from the mirror, pale and skinny. It turned out to be Luo Tianyang's hand, and it seemed to be a spliced arm full of black thread marks.

Then there was a leg, an arm, and a face.

The man in the mirror turned out to be alive, and he walked out completely, and the smile on his face still did not fade. He loosened his muscles, as if he had been in the mirror for too long, and every joint creaked, like a puppet with a string, which made people feel strange and impermanent.

"Repent, be sad, mourn, all this is what you deserve, why did Yu Ziqing save you? You should have died fifteen years ago. "'Luo Tianyang' walked slowly, his heavy boots made a sonorous sound on the ground, and the ground was actually paved with dark wooden planks, and he was trampled by the boots and squeaked and moaned.

He slowly walked to Luo Tianyang, who was kneeling, and gently pressed his hand on his shoulder, as if to transfer the power in his palm to him.

"Yes, I should have died a long time ago, I shouldn't have lived in this world!" Luo Tianyang suddenly covered his eyes with his hands and cried bitterly, like a child who suddenly lost his parents.

'Luo Tianyang' seemed to be very satisfied with the way he looked now, dancing strangely around him with light steps, sword qi fluttering, and lonely shadows lingering. Like a madman, admiring and immersing himself in this grand mourning.

As he danced, he quietly drew the sword at his waist and continued to dance without the slightest intention of stopping.

Xiang Zhuang's sword dance is intended for Pei Gong, which may be the current scene.

Luo Tianyang, who was crying, didn't notice that the person behind him had drawn his sword, and still cried loudly. At this moment, he was already unaware of all the movements in the outside world, and he didn't want to care about it.

"Yes, then you can go and accompany them now!" 'Luo Tianyang' bent down and whispered affectionately in his ear, his words filled with a faint and cold murderous intent.

The sword in his hand was raised slightly, quietly passing through Luo Tianyang's arms, against his throat, and he could even feel the movement of his Adam's apple from the palm of his hand. As long as he moved forward an inch, he could cut Luo Tianyang's throat, and he could feel the gushing spring of pleasure.

"I'll send you to see you now, ah!" The smile on the corner of Luo Tianyang's mouth froze there, and instantly turned into a wide open mouth, his eyes full of unwilling and incredulous looks, because the sharp pain in his chest made him lose all his strength, and he couldn't even lift his sword.

A wisp of black-red blood slowly spilled from the corner of his mouth, shocking.

"You, was, when, found mine. "'Luo Tianyang' groaned, his voice finally returned to normal, no longer so yin and yang, but intermittent, like a wolf dog that was struggling to breathe.

The blue-gray coarse coat on his body turned into a long gray-white robe, revealing his original pale complexion. It was the man who had fought with Luo Tianyang before, and when they practiced this soul-snatching technique, they had to use their own soul as an introduction, so it was not because of excessive blood loss.

An iron sword had already pierced through his chest, and black blood slowly flowed, and those blood quickly stained his clothes black, like a manju sawa blooming in the Yellow Spring, revealing a cold purple red.

"It's a tried-and-true trick. Luo Tianyang stood up from the ground, his voice was indifferent, and the tears in the corners of his eyes had already dried.

"Why, why!" the man in gray roared unwillingly, twice in a row, he suffered at Luo Tianyang's hands.

Originally, he swore to his senior brother that he would succeed this time. But I didn't expect that this time I would give my life.

"You're really confident in yourself. Luo Tianyang glanced at the man who was about to die, with a look of disdain on his face.

"For your death's sake, I will tell you. Luo Tianyang bent down and whispered softly in his ear.

"Remember the kick I kicked you, I have already left a mark on you, and even if you flee to the ends of the earth, my sword will pierce your chest. ”

"So, is this the case?" the man in gray looked up to the sky and smiled, his breathing became weaker and weaker, he was a golden immortal, and he died in the hands of a lower immortal.

From beginning to end, Luo Tianyang just played a scene with him.

The man in gray slowly lost his breath and stopped struggling, Luo Tianyang didn't stay long, he had to find Luo Qingshui and them as soon as possible.

If the man in gray was dealing with him, then Luo Qingshui and the four of them must be fighting with that more dangerous character. Although he didn't have the offensive power, his battle of courage must be worse than that of the man in gray.

The battle of snatching did not break with the death of the gray-shirted man.

There were no doors in the closed space, except for the corpse of the man in gray, and only the silver-black mirror stood silently, reflecting a faint scarlet light.

The moon turned blood-red after the gray-shirted man's death, as if stained with his blood.

Luo Tianyang stared at the mirror and hesitated for a few seconds, and the long sword in his hand finally slashed and cut off the mirror.

Countless fragments shot out in all directions, each with sharp edges and corners. They were sprinkled in the air, and they were as beautiful as thousands of trees and flowers.

If there is no exit in this space, then can it be said that this mirror is the eye of this array? Luo Tianyang didn't know if his intuition was right, but at this moment, he had no other way.

Instead of waiting for Luo Qingshui and them to be assassinated, it was better to gamble, they wouldn't last long at all.

Fortunately, as the mirror shattered, the darkness around it slowly dissipated, and everything became clear. He knew that he would soon face the man in purple, who was even stronger than the man in gray who knew how many times.

Under his formation, can he face it so calmly? Luo Tianyang didn't know, in fact, there was one thing he didn't tell the man in gray.

Under the illusion, he really trembled, hesitated, and wandered.

But in the end, anger and hatred did not prevail over reason, and he fell again.

The darkness around him disappeared without a trace, and the mountains, rocks, and wild trees reappeared in front of him, except for the dead gray-shirted man in front of him, all of this had not changed?

Luo Tianyang froze in place, and his hand holding the sword lost its direction for a while. He originally thought that the fading of the darkness would be another illusion, whether it was the sea of stars or the abyss of fire, he could accept it.

"Hey, Carrot Head, why did it take you so long to come out?" a crisp and familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Luo Qingshui?" Luo Tianyang turned his head suddenly, Luo Qingshui and the others actually came out one step ahead of him.

Could this be the illusion of the man in purple? he wanted to use Luo Qingshui and them to confuse his eyes, so that he could relax his vigilance.

He turned around and saw the four people in front of him clearly. No, five people to be exact.

Luo Qingshui, Yan Jinyu, Lin Qing and Yin Qingxia.

The man in purple fell to the side, his face hideous and terrifying, as if he couldn't believe that he had died like this. There was a finger-long scar on his neck, bleeding from the ground, as if someone had killed him with a knife, cutting the major artery.

"You killed him, he's so strong, how are you? Luo Tianyang seemed to feel a little incredible, he couldn't figure it out even if he wanted to break his head.

"It's not us, thanks to this big brother in a mask who saved us. He said that little thief can't help you, just let us wait outside. Luo Qingshui stuck out his tongue.

"It's okay, it's a little thing. It's good that you're okay, these two guys are ruthless, and they are innocent. ”

Only then did Luo Tianyang realize that there was actually a person behind them, wearing a silver-gray mask, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes like blades.

It turned out to be a master at the peak of the Golden Immortal!

At this moment, he said righteously, like a green forest hero who really saw the road uneven and drew a sword to help.

"Are you?" Luo Tianyang was not very relieved about the uninvited guest in front of him, and his brows twitched unconsciously.

"Chen Yifan is a casual cultivator. The masked man originally had a flying knife spinning in his hand, but at this moment, he held the flying knife, inserted it behind him, and threw it towards Luo Tianyang and them.

"Luo Tianyang. Luo Tianyang was neither salty nor light, but he still returned a salute for the sake of face. Obviously, Luo Qingshui and the others have already introduced each other.

"With the strength of your Golden Immortal Peak, you are still here to participate in the test of the Tianshan Sect?" Luo Tianyang did not relax his vigilance in his heart.

The origin of this masked man is unknown, although he rescued Luo Qingshui and them, he had to guard against it, maybe he might also come to snatch the demon pill.

But if he hadn't saved Luo Qingshui, what would they be like at this moment, Luo Tianyang didn't dare to imagine.

"Brother Luo said with a smile, although I am the peak of the Golden Immortal, I am still far from the eyes of the disciples of the Tianshan Sect of the same level, just like the Gu Qingling before, I may not even be able to pass a move under him. Chen Yifan sneered, his voice was a little gloomy because of the mask.

"I see that you killed this purple-clothed man with one sword, and your extraordinary skills don't look like a loose cultivator!" Luo Tianyang could see that the knife he used to kill the purple-clothed man was anything but ordinary.

"Brother Luo is in love, and the scattered people in the rivers and lakes must also have their own tricks, does Brother Luo think what I said is right?" Chen Yifan squinted his eyes and looked at Luo Tianyang carefully, and he did not shy away from-for-tat.

Luo Tianyang's heart trembled suddenly, he felt that the masked man in front of him seemed to see through his hole cards, so he would be so direct, or he was simply hinting at himself.

"What are you two talking about? Why can't we understand?" Lin Qing stared at the two of them with a blank expression, and as soon as Luo Tianyang came out, the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

Luo Tianyang was very hostile to this masked man.

"That's right, if it weren't for this big brother in the mask, we might still be in that little dark room!" Luo Qingshui also echoed, she has never been defensive against people, and she trusts whoever saves her.

"Hmm. Luo Tianyang snorted lightly, and a trace of sourness surged in his heart.

"Then let's go, what about you, do you want to go along?" Luo Tianyang turned around and glanced at Chen Yifan with squinted eyes, as if he was testing him.

He always felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong. But the masked man in front of him didn't seem to have any other purpose, and it seemed that he really just saved them.

"It's a great honor. Chen Yifan nodded, listening to his voice, his face should be smiling, and his eyes were crooked like a crescent moon.

The six of them left together, leaving only two exposed bodies on the ground.

It won't be long before jackals and monsters will take them away.

As Luo Qingshui and the others walked farther and farther, after about half a minute, the fingers of the purple-clothed man on the ground suddenly trembled.

His pale arms looked more like ghost claws sticking out of hell in the moonlight.

The man in purple sat up from the ground, spat on the grass, and straightened up.

He reached out and wiped the wound on his neck, and the deep knife mark disappeared out of thin air, not even a drop of blood.

The man in purple walked on the grass in style, and when he saw the dead body of his junior brother, he didn't have a trace of sadness, but a smile swept into the corner of his mouth.

He stretched out his bony arm and waved it lightly in the air, and the purple-red blood, the body of the gray-shirted man, unexpectedly spread out like ashes, turning into a wisp of dust in the air.

The surrounding trees, mountains and rocks, although unchanged, trembled slightly for a moment, and soon regained their calm.

All this turned out to be another illusion!

"Yellow chicken, my task has been completed, and the next thing is up to you. The man in purple laughed, his voice not shocking but very deep in the woods.