After traveling about three or four miles, Wei Shisan's heart became faintly uneasy, as if some danger was approaching them.

"Woo woo woo~"

A voice suddenly sounded in the silent mountains. Playing with a strange rhythm, like the sound of the piano, but like an unknown demon screaming. The cold hairs on Wei Shisan's body all stood up, like upside-down silver needles.

"What's that?" Wei 13 felt his voice tremble.

Huo Tong's several guards also stopped, looking at the deep Youyun Ridge with serious expressions. Huo Tong directly took out a bright bead from his arms, released the reins in his hand and moved forward slowly.

Sweat oozed from his forehead.

Suddenly, he found a few black shadows standing on the mountain road in the distance, and he couldn't see it too real by the moonlight and the light beads in his hand, but he only vaguely looked at the figures. Even if it was a human, he didn't think anyone would come and escort them on their way in the middle of the night.

"Who is ahead?" Huo Tong shouted into the distance.

Hearing Huo Tong's voice, Feng Sihai, Zhang Shizhong, and Li Yuantong stepped forward together, and stood side by side side with the courage to stand beside Huo Tong.

The dark shadow in the distance did not respond to Huo Tong.

Yan Zhen, Yan Qingzhao, Wei Shisan, and Qing Yu followed behind the four guards, and the group slowly advanced.

Suddenly, several dark shadows in the distance moved. The speed was very fast, very fast, almost lightning and flint had reached a place not far from everyone.

At this time, Wei Shisan saw these four figures clearly, all of them were shrouded in black robes, their heads were lowered, and they couldn't even see their faces clearly in the black robes.

The first black-robed man held a strange flute with only four holes in it.

The second black-robed man was holding a seven-string pipa in his hand, which was pitch black, as if he was one with the black robe.

The third black-robed man was holding a guqin in his hand, which was also seven strings, and the same body was pitch black.

The fourth black-robed man held a small drum in his hand, like a child's drum, and two small knots like soybean grains on two big red ropes.

The four black-robed men stopped like dead men, did not speak, did not move, and stood still. In the dark night, the combination of the four is extremely strange, and the scene is chilling.

"Who are you?" Huo Tong frowned and looked up and down at the four black-robed people. He tried to find out where these four people came from, but he racked his brains and didn't find the slightest clue about these four people.

He knew that the people who could go deep into the Youyun Ridge were naturally not ordinary people.

"Grunt!" Wei Shisan's Adam's apple swayed up and down, swallowed his saliva, and let out an abrupt sound that broke the strange atmosphere.

The little white face glanced at him angrily.

It was at this time that the first man in black raised his head unhurriedly. At this moment, everyone also saw the face of the first man in black.

Wei Shisan gasped.

What an ugly face, half of which was rotten, and the other half was oozing a black smoke.

He smiled at everyone, and his smile was full of banter and cruelty.

His lips slowly opened, and his voice was hoarse as if a demon had come out of hell, as if metal was rubbing against sand.

He said: "After searching for so many years, we have finally found another Holy Son, and after this time, we will go back to the business!"

Wei Shisan was slightly stunned, he didn't understand what the black-robed man was talking to himself, he didn't know who the Holy Son in his mouth was, and he didn't know who he was talking to.

Yan Zhen and Yan Qingzhao's bodies shook suddenly, and at the same time, they stared at the black-robed man with wide eyes, as if they remembered something terrifying.

Whew!

The neat sound of knives cut through the eyes of the black-robed man.

Huo Tong's four guards faintly sensed that something was wrong, and took the lead in swordsmanship. The scimitar slashed brightly in the night.

"Boom!"

Four sword lights came towards him at the same time, and instead of dodging, he laughed weirdly, and the corners of his mouth hooked a mocking arc.

His companion didn't seem to notice his condition, and remained still, unprepared to help.

Just when the four sword lights were about to slash at the head of the black-robed man. The black-robed man raised his head sharply and laughed presumptuously, and with a wave of his wide black cuffs, a black curtain of light blocked in front of him.

"Bell, bell, bell!"

The scimitar slashed at the black light curtain, making a few metal collision sounds, and the black light curtain only shook slightly a few times before returning to normal.

The faces of the four guards instantly became ugly, this person's strength far surpassed them, and they couldn't even break through this light curtain.

"This time, you can't escape!" the black-robed man laughed awkwardly, and looked at the place where the little white-faced Yan Zhen was standing from afar.

Yan Qingzhao protected Yan Zhen behind him, and the Dao Yuan in his body was running, it was a matter of Yan Zhen, he naturally would not easily give up on his nephew and put him in danger, unless these people stepped on his corpse.

"Dao Realm?"

The black-robed man noticed the woman next to the target, and let out a suspicious sound. But it was only a shock, and the four of them naturally would not give up the prey they were about to get for the sake of a Dao Realm character.

The black-robed man, like a withered palm, was exposed from the cuff and slowly lifted up, the four-hole flute leaning against his mouth.

He played his flute.

"Are you people outside the Great Wei Dynasty?" Yan Qingzhao asked, his voice as calm and atmospheric as ever.

Wei Shisan couldn't help but admire this evil woman, although he had some trouble dealing with him, but he had to admit that this fearless spirit alone was enough to be called a heroine among women.

The black-robed man did not answer her question, but put his hands on the flute hole, and played his own tune as if no one else had done so.

Wei Shisansheng was in a small place, and he hadn't heard any tunes, and he didn't know what was special about the tunes played by the black-robed man, but he just felt a little infiltrating.

I don't know when, a guqin appeared in Yan Qingzhao's hand, it seemed that there was a magical force holding the guqin, and the guqin was suspended in the air.

Yan Qingzhao's red lips moved slightly, calming down his somewhat chaotic mood, and his slender ten fingers slid on the strings like clouds.

The sound of the piano came out from the guqin in front of Yan Qingzhao, and there was a hidden brilliance blooming on the strings, turning into a sharp knife and heading towards the black-robed man.

"Click!"

A crisp sound came out, like the sound of glass being shattered. It was the black light curtain that broke, and the black-robed man stopped playing the flute in response, his face changed slightly, and his body dodged to the side, avoiding the sharp knife that the sound of the piano turned into.

The big words just now were like a loud slap in the face, and the ugly face was distorted.

Then, the black-robed man let out a roaring voice.

"You're all going to die!"