The night is as dark as ink, and the flames in the forest are swaying like a dim lone lamp.

Ye Mingke half-closed his eyes, accompanied by the flames, meditated alone in the night.

Suddenly, he raised his head keenly and looked through the sparse foliage at the dark sky above, and several extremely bright rays of light flashed from above.

He subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

Is that...... Sword light?

There are immortals who swim with swords, but in this secluded and terrifying place, he meets the legendary immortal who saves the world brightly, but he has no joy in it.

He thought of the emperor who was known as the lord of the heavenly court, and his heart palpitated, that was an opponent as majestic as the sky, the so-called immortal cultivators in the world, could it have something to do with him?

Although Dabai managed to leave his pursuers in the small world of the town, he may not be safe.

When talking to Li Han tonight, he leaked too much information and relaxed his vigilance too much.

"Be cautious to survive, you must not die!"

He said to himself silently in his heart.

......

There are immortals in the sky, but at this time, this group of immortals has no immortal spirit at all, and they run away in a hurry, embarrassed like a lost dog, thinking that they are hiding from something, but there is obviously nothing behind.

Jian Jiu stepped on the flying sword and flew like lightning, and there were several flying swords flying around him, protecting himself and the junior sister beside him.

On the other side of him was the old-looking monk of that day, and the three of them were at the end, looking back from time to time, as if they were wary of something terrible approaching behind them.

"Senior Brother Guifan!"

Suddenly, a terrible cry came from the side of the old-looking monk, and the three people who had been watching behind looked back in amazement at a monk with Edgeworth in that direction.

saw that the monk continued to hold the sword, but his head turned at a strange angle, and with a twisted and hideous expression, he looked at the old-looking monk Li Guifan behind him.

The next three people couldn't understand what was happening to him for a while, but they saw that the monk's head continued to turn, and it was almost more than three hundred and sixty degrees.

"Help me!" the monk's mouth opened and closed, making a faint hoarse voice.

"Not good. Jian Jiu let out a low sigh and wanted to make a move.

But I saw that the monk's right hand suddenly moved, grabbed his head, spun it hard, and pulled up his head with a "snap" and pulled out a spring of blood that soared into the sky.

The monks who heard the voice in front and turned their heads and the three people behind saw this terrifying, strange and bloody scene at the same time, and the corners of their eyes were so frightened and frightened that they almost cracked.

They saw the monk carrying his head, his headless body facing them, his head in his hand frozen with the painful expression of death, but his teeth and lips quivered together and he let out bursts of oozing laughter.

It came clearly into the ears of these monks.

"Ghost, ghost again!"

One of the monks cried out in horror.

After the headless body stood on the flying sword and passed through a thick cloud of mist, a faint blue light like thunder suddenly ignited in his abdomen, and the faint blue light licked and surged up like a flame.

In an instant, his whole body was enveloped, his body quickly scorched, turning into a withered and swarthy body in the dark blue flames, the head in his hand was also shrouded in flames, and the hideous face that was burned into charcoal was still emitting an even more poignant and weird grime.

"Shoot, kill him!"

Jian Jiu was the first to react, reached out and grabbed a flying sword in front of him, and flung it back, and the flying sword around him moved, accompanied by a crisp impact sound, and the end and end were connected in a line, stabbing at the blue headless corpse with brilliant sword light.

The other monks were also horrified by this strange suicidal corpse, and they also took action, and the overwhelming sword light Dao method bombarded the corpse.

The headless corpse was engulfed by the blazing sword light Dao method, and it shattered inch by inch, but the withered head trembled, but before it cracked, it let out a sharper and louder strange laugh.

The headless corpse completely shattered into countless ashes, but those strange laughter still echoed in the hearts of each and every one of the monks.

"Jue"

The dead monk's flying sword shuddered and lost all its strength and fell into the mist.

The only thing left of the dead monk was gone. Seeing that the last relics of his fellow disciples and brothers were disappearing, no one dared to take the sword.

Because they are all afraid of the elusive "ghost", unable to understand the untouchable ghost.

"The seventh!"

A monk muttered in distraction.

All the monks' flying swords stopped in mid-air, because Edgeworth was completely desperate to escape from this "ghost".

"How many are left?"

There was no fear on Jian Jiu's face, just a hidden anger. He counted the frightened faces beside him.

"Seven. ”

Of the fourteen swords that crossed the sea in the past, there are only seven people left.

"Let's go. There's no point in staying here. ”

Jian Jiu coldly looked at the stunned crowd.

"As long as you're not dead, there's always a way. ”

"Senior brothers and sisters, let's go. Li Guifan, the senior brother of the team leader, also said.

The remaining seven monks turned their flying swords and prepared to leave, but this time they did not disperse and were close to each other.

Although they may know that in the face of that unpredictable ghost, the brothers and sisters who are closer to them will not be able to save them, but in fear they subconsciously want to seek to get together and give each other a little sense of security.

Jian Jiu wanted to coldly ridicule and remind the few people who were so close that if one more person was possessed and attacked others, they might not be able to avoid each other because they were too close to each other.

But the delicate girl in red, Song Mingyu, had already come to his side, her trembling hands grabbed his sleeves, her eyes were flustered like a lost deer, and she looked at him blankly.

His cold and indifferent face moved slightly, and he didn't say anything after all. The heartstrings of this team are already tense to the extreme, and they are almost unbearable.

......

Early in the morning, the men who were resting in the forest woke up.

A restful night's sleep and the joy of returning home brought smiles on each of their faces, and after a brief breakfast, they quickly redistributed and laid their burdens, and they all lined up excitedly.

Everyone had already gotten up, but Ye Mingke's sword box covered with black cloth was still across his knees, and he didn't get up.

"Friends. ”

He raised his head to look at the faces in front of him who had become familiar with each other for a few days, and said solemnly and solemnly.

"I promise you that I will do my best to protect everyone's safety. But I have a request that you want to grant me. ”

The originally lively forest suddenly quieted down, and the atmosphere became serious, only the injured bamboo poles were still babbling.

"Brother Ye has saved our lives so many times, what can't we promise. ”

"I'm serious. ”

Ye Mingke straightened his back and stared at the crowd.

"I hope you don't mention my existence, my name, any information about me to anyone. Can you say yes?"

"Alas, what's this? Brother Ye is inconvenient to let others know, it's good if we don't tell others. ”

"That's totally fine. ”

"Haha, okay. But Brother Ye, you won't be a prince and nobleman from a country who has fled, right?"

In addition to the bamboo pole, several other men who were originally shocked by Ye Mingke's serious tone heard such a simple request at this time, and immediately agreed, and they were interested in making fun of Ye Mingke.

Only Li Han, who guessed last night that Ye Mingke was very likely to be from the Immortal Mansion, vaguely felt the weight of Ye Mingke's words.

Mortals are involved in the disputes of the immortals. For immortals, a little wind and wave may be a monstrous wave for mortals, and they have to pay the price of their lives.

But he said yes anyway. He wanted to do something for the man who had saved him so many times.

After Ye Mingke got up, he led everyone into the dangerous dense forest first, followed some marks left by Li Han along the way, and walked towards the small boat moored before they went ashore.

After several attacks by strange beasts, avoiding a few places where Ye Mingke sensed great danger lurking, everyone walked out of the forest and came to the beach.

The boat is still there.

The crowd worked together to pull the boat back into the deeper water.

"Then we'll be able to rock the boat out when = when the tide rises in a moment. ”

"Originally, it didn't have to be so troublesome, but the ghost sea is too weird, and we only have cables tied to it, so we don't feel at ease. That's why it was pulled to the shallows. ”

Li Han wiped his sweat and turned back to Ye Mingke to explain.

"Hmm. Then wait until the tide is high. ”

Ye Mingke nodded, although he grew up on the island since he was a child, he didn't know much about navigation, so this aspect was naturally handed over to Li Han to preside.

There was still some time before the high tide, and everyone was still very relaxed and happy on the edge of the shallow beach sitting or standing and talking, they felt that with Ye Mingke here, they should be able to return home safely this time.

Unbeknownst to them, it was this waiting time that shattered their dream of returning home safely.

A dazzling sword light streaked across the sky.

"It's an immortal!"

"There are immortals!"

Several men who saw Feihong for the first time were stunned and couldn't help but exclaim.

But what surprised them even more was that those few rainbow lights had already gone away, but they suddenly turned back in the air.

"Why did the immortals fly back?"

"Eh, are the immortals flying towards us?"

"Are they here to get us out?"

The men watched in amazement as the rainbow light approached them quickly, and the figure of the white-clothed immortal in the rainbow light was already clearly visible.

Ye Mingke raised his head and saw those white-clothed immortals, and a sense of crisis that suffocated him suddenly enveloped his heart.

Danger!

It was his naturally beastly instinct that was warning him of madness.

"Run, danger!"

He shouted at a few men who were still standing on the beach!

"What? Why?"

Several men didn't react for a moment, and turned their heads to look at him incomprehensibly.

The rainbow light was approaching in the blink of an eye.

The fastest rainbow light crashed directly into the sand, and a white-clothed immortal with a crazy appearance had a hideous face, stumbling madly and grabbing Fang Si's hand who had just felt something was wrong and wanted to dodge.

"Don't choose me, don't choose me. ”

"Look for him, look for him!"

The white-clothed immortal screamed in horror, like a hideous ghost!