This shocking thing came out of the mouths of those powerful cultivators who survived the power of destruction, and in an instant, it was like a gust of wind, spreading to every corner of the Xianchen Continent, and became the talk of people after dinner. Some people agree with it, even though they have only heard of it and are still amazed, while others think that it is just making a big fuss out of nothing, and it is just the self-amusement of those who have failed in the cultivation path, how can there be such a thing against the sky.

And He Yinuo disappeared into this world like a legend.

In the same way, there is a ruthless existence like a demon in this world.

It is rumored that his whereabouts are uncertain, cold and cruel, bloodthirsty and ruthless, and his cultivation is even more unfathomable, and in three months, hundreds of Illusion Overhauls have been killed, and every person who has been killed has four words engraved on their foreheads, "Only I Lich"!

Countless people were privately discussing who this lich was, why he had killed so many people for no reason, and what was the connection between this lich and the figure under the Heavenly Tribulation three months ago? Could they be the same person? What was his purpose in turning the Xianchen Continent upside down and shrouded in a bloody storm?

However, these speculations and discussions only exist verbally, no one wants to corroborate them, they can verify them, more things are better than less things, not to mention, there have been many people who want to get close to him, but they can only die a tragic death.

Another two months passed in a hurry, and the Xianchen Continent was like being covered in a haze, as more and more innocent people died, panic and panic shrouded everyone's heart, the same way of death, the same tragic situation, the same mystery. However, none of the people killed were mortals, they were all cultivators, and they must have done it for a purpose.

Another three months had passed, and the people could no longer stand the oppressive feeling of panic and worry, so they formed a team to investigate the matter thoroughly, investigate the origin of the lich, and capture him alive. In this way, the lich will be caught, whether he is himself or not.

And with a call, countless powerful cultivators joined in, and the team instantly grew, among which there was an illusory tribulation monster in charge, and there was more than one person!

When the news spread, informants from all over the Xianchen Continent took action, and all of a sudden, every corner of the Xianchen Continent, everything, was exposed to the eyes and ears of the arresting team.

At the same time, in the Xianchen Continent, the icy land of the extreme north, under the night sky, there were two people standing on the frozen pillar, one of them had handsome eyebrows and a free and elegant figure, but there was a trace of evil on his face. The other person was dressed in a robe, with a golden crown on his head, and his face was like a skeleton, and his eyes were full of ghostly fire, which was eerie and terrifying.

They are the hall master of the Zhuxian Hall who guards the Heavenly Void Stone Statue, known as the Evil Prince, and the Lich hidden in the afterlife!

They stood with their hands in their hands at the moment, silent, as if each had something on his mind.

"Demon brother, your identity should not be hidden for a long time, and now your whereabouts are being searched everywhere in the Xianchen Continent, even if you have the ability to reach the sky, you can't escape everyone's eyes and ears. It seems that you have really met the enemy. The evil boy looked into the distance and said slowly.

When the lich heard this, he immediately snorted angrily, and said hoarsely, "Ben Jiang has always had no grievances with your afterlife, and the only few people who died in the afterlife curse, and among these people, only the Nangong Huangyu brothers have a strong background, is this the purgatory altar?"

The evil boy was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said lightly, "The Purgatory Altar will not do so much for one person, besides, those who can kill so many illusion realm powers are by no means idle, and in the Purgatory Altar I know, except for the altar master Blood Shadow Old Monster, there are few other people who have this ability." Demon brother, it looks like you're in trouble this time. ”

The lich looked into the distance, his eyes were full of ghostly fire, his skeletal face seemed to be instantly cold, but he didn't know what he was thinking, and then said slowly, "Childe, this matter is bound to be strange, and I will tell Childe after it is investigated, and I will say goodbye first." ”

The evil boy smiled and nodded, "Demon brother, please!"

When the lich was gone, his face became gloomy, and he breathed a long sigh of relief and muttered, "There are no eternal enemies, and no eternal friends!"

A moment later, beside a stream, a mountain stream and a dense forest, birds and insects chirping, moonlight sprinkling, quiet and serene, and the appearance of a person made the original silence become dead silence, and the original tranquility became forest, as if something terrible was coming.

A figure slowly fell, and suddenly a strong bloody aura permeated, and with it spread was the breathtaking ferocious aura.

He was dressed in a brown shirt, but a blood-red arm was exposed, and there was a surge of electricity under the moonlit night. His eyes glowed with eerie blood in the darkness, and at this moment he was like a demon who had escaped from hell and wandered away from this world. He is He Yinuo who escaped into the demon path.

In another place, the moonlight could not penetrate the dense fog, as if darkness had invaded the land when night fell. At this moment, a figure appeared outside the thick fog, dressed in battle robes, with eyes like torches, it was a witch spirit, and he waited quietly.

A moment later, a hoarse voice came from within, "How's the investigation going?", and moments later, the lich's figure slowly loomed out of the fog.

Wu Ling's face was complicated, and he said respectfully, "Report to your lordship, your subordinates have not found out who did it, and your subordinates don't dare to overexpose their whereabouts, but they are afraid,"

"I don't blame you, among the people who want to kill me, there are only two people who have such ability, one of them is the turbid general who chased and killed us and others into the afterlife world together, but I know his character, he can't do this, otherwise he did it a thousand years ago, for so many years, he didn't know our whereabouts, and we didn't know where he was hiding. For the first time, there was a fluctuation of emotion in the hoarse words of the lich, as if revealing a sigh of helplessness and sigh.

A strange look appeared on the witch spirit's face, and a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes again, and then he suddenly said in surprise, "My lord, is the other person you are talking about? Didn't he die in the Holy Tribulation?"

The lich was silent for a moment, shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and said, "No one can be sure if he survives without seeing his body with his own eyes, these days, Ben will always feel a faint palpitation, I can feel the power of that hatred, and he may be the only one who can hold such hatred." ”

After saying that, the lich muttered for a moment, and then called out "Yehua!"

Hearing this, Wu Ling's body trembled, as if he was stunned for a moment, and then said lightly, "It's been many years since anyone called me that, and I've almost forgotten this name." ”

The lich looked at him, and at this moment he seemed to put away such a strange and eerie power, and said slowly, "You have followed me for thousands of years, what do you think of what I have done in these thousands of years, but it doesn't matter!"

The witch spirit was silent for a long time, then knelt on the ground and said respectfully, "Yehua has followed you for thousands of years, it doesn't matter if it's right or wrong. He paused suddenly, with a resolute look on his face, and said, "General, my subordinates are willing to go to the soup for you, and I will not hesitate!"

The lich looked at the witch spirit, stretched out his hand to help it up, sighed, and said lightly, "Get up!"

The night sky seemed to be filled with a sense of slaughter.

The night seemed extraordinarily long, in the dead of night, and the four fields were silent, until a ray of morning sun broke the dull sky in the sky.

In the early morning, all the sounds are silent, on a quiet path, the winding path is secluded, the dew drops are condensed on the grass on the roadside, and they want to drip down, the glow is reflected, flashing like crystal tears, and the morning glow passes through the grass and falls on the trail, forming a mottled glazed imprint.

After a while, gradually there were pedestrians hurrying down the path, scattered and loose, as if they were about to hike.

At this time, there were mother and daughter on the trail with backpacks, hurrying briskly. The little girl was about six or seven years old, holding her mother's hand, her face full of childlike and childish smiles, and her mother's face was faintly expectant. She looked at her daughter, cute and lively, and was even more relieved in her heart, and asked softly.

"Feng'er, we'll be able to see grandma soon, do you want grandma?"

When the little girl heard this, she nodded happily, her eyes smiled as charming as a crescent moon, and there were small dimples looming at the corners of her mouth, and she jumped up and cheered, "Okay, yes, I can see grandma, Feng'er wants to die grandma!"

The girl's cheerful laughter adds a touch of spirituality to the early morning trail.

It's just that the mother and daughter walked and walked, but they found that the original scattered pedestrians were now all far away, and there was no one in sight before and after, and suddenly the originally deep and quiet path became a little uncomfortable.

There was a faint hint of uneasiness in the peasant woman's heart, and she took her daughter's hand and quickened her pace.

And just as they passed the next corner, suddenly the figures of two men appeared on their path, one fat and one thin, with their backs to them at the moment.

The peasant woman slowed down, and was apprehensive in her heart, but after a moment of hesitation, she seized her daughter's hand and wanted to leave quickly.

And just as they passed by the two of them, suddenly a piercing voice came into their ears, "Stop!!" The peasant woman's heart froze, her body trembled slightly, and she suddenly felt her throat dry.

It's just that her daughter is by her side at this moment, so she tries to keep herself calm, stops, looks at the two people who turned to face her, and smiles on her face, "I don't know what happened to the two officials?"

The faces of the two were dull and their expressions were not visible, both men were about fifty men, among which the slightly fat man had a scar on his face, which was very eye-catching, and they both had a big knife in their arms. At this moment, a strange light flashed in the eyes of the two, looking at their mother and son, and after a while, there was a satisfied look on their faces.

The peasant woman was looked at by them, she felt a chill behind her, and she held her daughter's hand tighter, she took her daughter to subconsciously take a few steps back, and echoed, "The two officials, the slave family and the little girl are still in a hurry, if the two officials have nothing else to do, the slave family will resign!"