She knew the final outcome, and she knew that she was in the illusion of the secret realm, and there was nothing she could do about it.

But when she felt Tu Shanqiong's breath, she still couldn't help but be anxious for the old man in front of her, and she couldn't wait to rush to him and shout loudly, pulling him out of town and never coming back.

The old man who didn't know anything about his fate was still arguing with Bazihu about whether the immortal would return to the mortal world, He Miaomiao clenched his fist and walked to him, although he knew that it was impossible to take him away, he still couldn't help but touch his left arm with his hand.

Her hands didn't grasp anything, and compared to the old man's extremely real body, she herself became a penetrable soul. Thinking of the impending murder, He Miaomiao's throat was a little dry.

She stood beside the old man, following his gaze to see off batch after batch of guests, watching the sunset gradually sink, and heard the owner tell him to hurry back to rest and come over early tomorrow.

She followed behind him and watched him hum an unknown ditty with brisk steps, rejoicing at the unexpected reward he had received today. He paused as he passed by a shop that usually sells alcohol, and then, as if remembering something, he turned around and hurried home.

He Miaomiao clenched her teeth, watching him step by step towards death, the closer she got to Xiao Po Yuan, the more she could feel the regret and hatred that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time. This strong emotion came so suddenly, which made her feel a little uncomfortable for a while, after she had been calm for a long time.

She kept convincing herself that this was an illusion, a past, a small trick that the secret realm was trying to bring her to collapse, and she must not be immersed in it.

No matter what she saw or experienced, she had to force herself to calm down, let hatred and anger become tools to sharpen herself, and carve a more perfect state of mind.

She no longer tried to suppress the complicated emotions in her heart, really felt the impact of them, let them turn into a force, mustered up the courage to follow the old man into the small broken courtyard, through his confused eyes, coldly stared at Tu Shanqiong standing in the courtyard with his hands in his hands.

His black clothes and cold temperament are extremely abrupt in the mortal world, and his face similar to Hu Bukong has a contemptuous disdain, as well as a unique indifference to the creatures outside the Tu Shan clan.

"I don't know if Your Excellency is ......" The old man always said that he had seen the world, but after all, it was only the world of a mundane town, and the pressure exuded by Tu Shanqiong, intentionally or unintentionally, made him not know what to do for a while.

"You have a sword and a jade pendant buried in your backyard, where is their owner?" Tu Shanqiong's tone was flat, there was no vicious threat, and there was no trace of urgency.

He Miaomiao looked at his cold eyes, and the burning hatred and anger in his heart began to calm down. Because she knew that no matter how long she waited, she would end this person's life with her own hands.

The old man immediately became vigilant when he heard the other party's intention, he could see that the other party was not easy to mess with, and it was definitely not easy to fool, so he lowered his head and made a trembling and honest appearance and responded: "These are the things I picked up from the mass grave, they are ownerless things, and they really can't help Your Excellency." ”

He Miaomiao looked at Tu Shanqiong and smiled sarcastically, and a thin black qi with the thickness of a hair appeared out of thin air, and at a speed that the old man couldn't see at all, it didn't enter the center of his eyebrows.

The screams almost shattered He Miaomiao's ears, the big and bright full moon in the sky illuminated the small courtyard, and the painful and frightened look on the old man's face was very clearly imprinted in her eyes.

Tu Shanqiong still stood in place with his hands in his hands, watching the old man scream and struggle frantically, just like watching a worm with broken wings, trembling and humming on the ground.

The old man couldn't spit out half a word at all, and even his shouts became hoarse, and he seemed to be not far from death, but he couldn't get rid of the torture all the time.

He Miaomiao heard someone banging on the courtyard door fiercely, trying to break in to see what was going on, the invisible barrier blocked them all, and the dilapidated wooden door was slightly open, but they couldn't see the situation inside.

Tu Shanqiong looked at the sky, took away the black qi between the old man's eyebrows, and his tone began to be a little impatient. "Where did the master of the sword and jade pendant go?"

"Hehehe......" The old man suddenly chuckled, and his voice sounded a little weird. "Little ...... Brute, wait for my grandchildren...... became an immortal...... Just wait and go, go to hell and meet me!"

Tu Shanqiong didn't bother to ask more, and with a snap of his fingers, he sacrificed a wisp of demonic energy the thickness of his little finger, which was much richer than the trace just now.

At the moment when the demonic qi penetrated the old man's eyebrows, the chill emanating from He Miaomiao's body, as well as his eyes staring at Tu Shanqiong, made him feel an inexplicable weirdness.

He frowned slightly, and leaned out his divine sense to sweep over a radius of more than a hundred miles, and not a single grass or tree in the town and the neighboring town could escape his observation.

He could be sure that there were no monks here, even if the Cave Heaven Law suppressed the cultivation, the divine consciousness was still in the late Yuan Infant Stage, if it was really strange, it was impossible for him not to detect it.

The moment he put away his divine sense, the feeling of being targeted disappeared, and out of caution, Tu Shanqiong once again probed his mind and swept the surroundings, making sure that there were no monks or demon beasts hiding here.

He Miaomiao sensed that this illusion was extraordinary the moment he frowned and poked out his divine sense, she quickly retracted her breath and stopped looking at Tu Shanqiong, standing aside and silently thinking about why her angry gaze had a substantial impact on him.

This is completely counterintuitive. No matter how subtle the illusion is, it is impossible for the experienced cultivator who is a bystander to have any effect on the person who has conjured up. Otherwise, she would never have been able to stand here, staring at Tu Shanqiong without taking her eyes off.

But Tu Shanqiong did feel that something was wrong, when he swept his divine sense twice, He Miaomiao's scalp was a little numb, until she was sure that he didn't realize his existence, and her hanging heart completely fell.

"He can't detect my existence, but I can make him sense the abnormality, can he attack and stop him from continuing to do it?!" He Miaomiao thought of this, and didn't care about anything else, the old man's cry of pain became weaker and weaker, making her almost forget where she was.

The sword intent emitted by Hanguang, accompanied by Lingguang's violent and blazing fire spirit, condensed the monstrous killing intent in her heart, and turned into an invisible and qualitative blow and pounced on Tu Shanqiong, who was expressionless.

Not seeing the due spell light, and the surrounding air was not affected in any way, He Miaomiao realized that the attack was useless, she couldn't save the old man, and she couldn't kill Tu Shanqiong.

The picture in front of her shook slightly, as if someone had thrown a pebble on the calm water, causing heavy ripples to blur her vision. Tu Shanqiong, the old man, the young man who flew away with a frightened look outside the courtyard, and the entire Linshan Town began to shake.

He Miaomiao knew that she was about to leave, and she quietly looked at the dying old man, wanting to take one more look at him before he disappeared. But in her spare eye, she saw that Tu Shanqiong's puzzled and solemn expression once again probed her divine sense to the extreme.