He is an ascetic monk of Tantric Buddhism in the desert of the Northern Wei Dynasty, but because he has followed the Demon Sect for many years, when he talks to the people of the Southern Dynasty, it will not make people think that he is from the border of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Needless to say, the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is very different from that of Luoyang, but he came all the way by water, but he had no intention of looking at the scenery.

He came on behalf of the Demon Sect and wanted to talk to the most honorable emperor of the Southern Dynasty.

The emperor had agreed to this meeting and was waiting for his arrival in the city of Jiankang.

However, the emperor agreed, and some disagreed.

There is a bank stone by the river, and countless traces have been rubbed by various cables on the bank stone, but in the wetland below the bank stone, there are some aquatic plants blooming, and a circle of red flowers blooms around this bank stone.

The stone was empty, but when the boat came from a distance, and it was not too far away, there was suddenly a man on the stone.

The man was long and had long hair, and he looked unkempt, but he gave people a sense of cleanliness.

His facial features are very upright, and the years do not seem to have left any traces on his face, making it impossible to judge his true age from his appearance.

It seems that it is okay to say that he is in his twenties, and it is okay to look like he is in his thirties.

His face was quiet, like an orchid in a hollow valley.

He once appeared on the shore of a salt lake in Meishan just to take a look at Lin Yi, but no matter then or now, in the entire world of cultivators, no one knew about the existence of such a powerful cultivator as him.

He is undoubtedly powerful.

Even if he had been standing still on this shore stone for a moment, the ascetic on the small boat on the river suddenly looked up before suddenly noticing his presence.

The dervishe's brow furrowed deeply, and his face became more and more solemn, and he even felt that the bamboo hat above his head was getting heavier and heavier.

The weight was a little too much for him to bear.

So he slowly stretched out his hand and took off the bamboo hat on top of his head.

He then stood up, stood at the bow of the boat, looked at the man on the stone, bowed slightly, and asked solemnly, "Are you?"

He had to identify the man first.

If this man was not sent by the Emperor of the Southern Dynasty to pick him up, if it was his enemy, then he would have chosen to flee directly.

He didn't have the confidence to defeat this man, and he was only a messenger, so there was no need to fight a powerful cultivator here again, and he would die to the death.

The boatman was stunned.

With the dervish in his luggage, the boatman noticed a man standing on a stone in the distance.

The boatman was amazed.

The stone stood on the water, at least a dozen feet away from the shore, but the man on the stone looked clean, the upper of his shoes was not wet, and there were no boats around the stone, so he could not understand how the man got to the stone.

"I know who you are, and I won't let you meet the Emperor. ”

The man on the stone did not answer his question, but said these two words calmly.

The dervish hung his head.

He felt the other man's heart.

The moment he lowered his head, a soft and powerful aura fell on the boatman's back.

The boatman didn't even have time to shout in surprise before he was blown away by a majestic force.

He flew out of the boat and smashed it at the man on the rock, like a stone thrown by a catapult.

At the same time, the dervish flew backwards, and he resolutely flew towards the water behind him.

Regardless of the origin of this man, it is certain that this must be a cultivator of the Southern Dynasty.

In his opinion, since he is a cultivator of the Southern Dynasty, he must at least care about the life and death of the people of the Southern Dynasty.

He smashed the boatman down, and as long as the boatman could stop him for a moment, he felt that he could escape.

However, everything was not quite what he had in mind.

The boatman felt a little more on his back, and at last he was able to exclaim, he found himself well on the shore.

"My ship!"

In the next moment, the boatman didn't even think about whether he was safe or not, and he didn't even think that he had just walked on the ghost gate, he just subconsciously felt heartache that his boat was still floating in the river.

If this is going down the river, even if he swims over, he will not be able to catch up.

This boat, but most of his belongings.

However, before his heartache could be heard, the figure of the man who had been standing on the stone had already landed on his ship like a flash, and then swept up without pause, chasing the dervish who had fallen into the water.

The boat was like an arrow from a string, and it raised a white line on the water, and it shot straight at the shore where he was.

The dervish swept out of thin air, his feet falling on the water, but as if he were stepping on a pile of cotton, he did not sink into the water as he imagined.

Feeling the terrifying power coming out of the water, the dervishe's breathing came to a complete halt, and he looked at the lan-like man in disbelief, sure that even if the Demon Sect Lord was there, he might not be able to defeat this man.

He couldn't imagine when such a cultivator appeared in the Southern Dynasty.

There was a soft pop.

The center of his eyebrows suddenly sunken strangely.

At the same time, a powerful mental power had already landed on the man's eyebrows at the same time.

He didn't expect to kill the man, he just wanted to use this lose-lose method to buy himself some time to escape.

However, just as the power of his unique True Yuan and Mental Power Means converged fell on the center of the man's eyebrows, the man's eyes were full of crystals, and there were countless criss-crossing filaments of light, seeping out from under his skin.

The force he suppressed in the center of this man's eyebrows was instantly severed, shattered, and turned into countless faint flying debris.

"He practiced!"

The ascetic shouted three words in shock.

He recognized that this was a means possessed by He Xiuxian, if it weren't for the fact that this man was much younger than He Xiuxian, he had a moment to suspect that the news of He Xiuxian's death from the Southern Dynasty was fake.

In the next moment, he was ready for eternal death.

He was not afraid of death, but regretted that he did not die in his homeland, but he was going to die in the Southern Dynasty where he set foot for the first time.

It's too humid to even die to be satisfying.

However, at this moment, he heard the man's voice.

"You misunderstood me, I don't want to kill you. ”

The man waved his sleeves, "Go back and tell the Demon Sect that one day with me, he doesn't think that he can talk to the emperor about returning to the Southern Dynasty." ”

The ascetic was stunned, he had not yet come to his senses, and in the next moment he flew up like the boatman.

His body flew up from the water and landed on the shore, just on the other side.