Sunset.

The whole mountain range is covered with a layer of pale gold, and the birds and birds in the mountains and forests return to their nests, gradually quiet.

Walking along the road all the way, half an hour later, Zhang Yuan had already come to the small Wuliang Mountain and saw the Fengyun Villa halfway up the mountain.

The gray-white walls were a little dilapidated, with a lot of dead yellow leaves piled up on both sides of the wall, and a dark red door was firmly closed.

The shouting inside was deafening, and from time to time there were bursts of noisy quarrels, which sounded quite lively.

"It seems that there are quite a lot of people. ”

Zhang Yuan gently pulled the door knocker.

Bang! Bang!

There was a knock on the door.

Suddenly, the shouting and noisy sounds in the courtyard all disappeared in an instant, and the entire courtyard was extremely quiet.

"Huh?"

Zhang Yuan frowned slightly, sensing that something was wrong.

Pull the knocker again, and it pops.

The dark red door creaked open, and an old man in a gray cloth robe dragged a broom and appeared in view.

The old man wore a wooden hairpin on his head, his hair was gray, his face was covered with bruises, his eyes were extremely hollow and wooden, his eyes were dilated, and he looked like a dead man.

Zhang Yuan frowned and glanced at the old man deeply.

The old man didn't say a word, and after opening the door, he stared at Zhang Yuan with empty eyes, and didn't ask him what he was doing, nor did he invite him in.

Zhang Yuan suddenly smiled and arched his hand: "Zhang Yuan, who is turning the sky down, came to visit the owner of your village, and please give it a pass." ”

The old man stiffly stepped aside and motioned for Zhang Yuan to go in.

Zhang Yuan grabbed the snow drinking knife in his hand, smiled on his face, and strode into the courtyard.

The courtyard was eerily quiet, without any sound.

Everything I had heard outside the door before seemed to be an illusion.

The courtyard is empty and occupies a huge area, and there is no figure in the corridors, gatehouses, and pavilions on both sides.

In the entire huge mountain villa, it seems that only this old man lives there.

"Good fresh air. ”

Zhang Yuan moved his body and asked, "Brother, where is the owner of your village?" ”

Squeak!

The sound of the door shutting was heard.

Then the entire quiet courtyard seemed to be suddenly resurrected, and with a bang, countless noisy voices and shouting voices suddenly sounded, drowning Zhang Yuan and deafening.

The old man in gray stood behind the door, his hands drooping, and his eyes stared at Zhang Yuan.

Countless figures suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Yuan's eyes, yelling at him frantically, the figures were confused, the light and shadow were hazy, as if they had fallen into an illusion, and some people were even waving long knives and rushing towards him.

"Look for death!"

Zhang Yuan's eyes were cold.

Jiuyang True Qi worked in his body in an instant, and a layer of golden flames appeared all over his body, and the iron scabbard wrapped in heavy mink exploded on the spot.

A white light was monstrous, and the cold air burst down, like a jade dragon rushing into the sky.

Bang!

Zhang Yuan took up the snow drink, and slashed hard at the heavy figures and noisy voices in front of him, and a terrifying knife gang dozens of meters long instantly appeared, and with a bang, all illusions and all sounds were crushed.

Everything is silent!

Only a terrifying blade remained, piercing through it, and with a bang, the earth cracked, stone slabs flew, and a row of houses in the distance exploded.

The whole compound was silent again, and there was not a single sound.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanmeng turned around.

An incomparably terrifying afterimage quickly pounced and grabbed his body with a palm.

Zhang Yuan didn't think about it, and slapped it with one palm.

Bang!

There was an explosion, and the body of the old man in gray was shocked by him and flew out upside down on the spot.

At the same time, Zhang Yuan's arm was also sore and quickly retreated.

After taking three or four steps back, his face was surprised, he grabbed the snow drinking knife and slashed directly at the gray-clothed old man.

"Give me death!"

Bang!

The white light was dazzling, and another terrifying sword appeared, and it fell down in an instant.

The gray-robed old man couldn't dodge, and was chopped off from the head by the knife on the spot, and with a pop, it exploded, and even the dark red door exploded directly, and a thick layer of ice crystals instantly appeared on the door frames on both sides.

"Huh?"

Zhang Yuan's eyes were startled, and he looked around cautiously.

There is no merit!

The other party is not dead!

He looked at the corpse of the other party, and the fragmented corpse shot out on both sides, black blood was dripping, and the ground was covered with a lot of meat and bone stubble.

His brows furrowed, obviously he had already split like this, why didn't he have merit rewards?

Sensing something seriously wrong, he held the snow knife and walked towards the courtyard.

Snort!

Along the way, the ground was rapidly frozen, the cold air was surging, and the whole yard seemed to be covered with a layer of fine snow.

He walked to the distant lobby and slammed the door open.

A pungent rancid stench instantly came out of the inside.

The chairs on both sides of the lobby were filled with corpses.

One by one, the skin was blackened, swollen, deteriorated and rotted, and I don't know how long it had been dead.

On a chair in the center, a middle-aged man sits, his head resting on the table on one side, his rotten cheeks almost glued to the table, extremely disgusting.

Zhang Yuan's heart froze, and his face was gloomy, Fengyun Villa had already been destroyed.

He endured the pungent rancid stench, his eyes were swept here, and suddenly he noticed that in the lobby, in addition to them, there were two fresh corpses, a man and a woman, lying on the ground, their eyes slightly open, full of fear and unwillingness.

In the corners of their eyes, there were faint tears that had not yet dried, and they looked like they had not been dead for a long time.

Zhang Yuan's eyes were gloomy, and he walked out of the lobby and walked towards the other rooms, stomping them one by one.

Soon, bodies were found in other rooms, and the stench was overwhelming.

But after looking around this time, I never found what the thing was that trouble.

How did those sounds come about?

What's the matter with that old man in gray?

Why did you kill the other party and no merit appeared?

It's all weird, and I've never encountered it before.

He was bored in his heart, and after searching for a long time, he couldn't find it, and finally directly swung the snow drinking knife and slashed wildly around, and terrifying knives continued to emerge, slashing down in all directions.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound shook the sky, and the surrounding room continued to explode, and debris flew everywhere.

The entire villa was destroyed by him!

It's been a long time, and there's still nothing out of the ordinary.

He pondered.

The sunset has been completely obscured by the mountains, and the mountain village has been plunged into darkness.

Zhang Yuan entered the lobby again, found a scabbard, inserted a snow drinking knife, and strode out of here.

After descending the mountain, he looked back at Fengyun Villa again.

Suddenly, his face changed.

The gate of Fengyun Villa was automatically repaired and closed again.

He performed a light skill and quickly rushed towards the villa.

As soon as I got closer, I heard the cacophony of shouting and arguing inside, exactly the same as before.

There was a thud and a slam slam on the door.

In the courtyard, the lights are shining.

People came and went, and a group of disciples of Fengyun Villa had just finished practicing martial arts, and they were all drenched in sweat, walking from the square, talking and laughing.

Farther away, there was a group of disciples who were still cultivating hard.

In the courtyard, three middle-aged men were arguing with red faces and thick necks, but when they suddenly saw Zhang Yuan appear, they all looked at him with stunned faces and puzzled expressions, and one of them arched his hand and asked, "What is the name of the little brother?"

The other disciples also stopped abruptly and looked at him suspiciously.