East of the town, deep in the mountains.

The cold wind was blowing, and the depths of the mountain seemed to be darker than the eastern town.

The wild grass is miserable, undulating like a wave in the night wind. The shadows of the trees were heavy, as if the ghost shadows were shaking, and they were a little frightened.

Without warning, a little fire lit up in the deep mountains and forests, breaking the seemingly eternal darkness, and then a little fire lit up.

With this sudden flash of fire, the third and fourth points in succession ......

Countless fires continued to light up in the dark night, and the sporadic firelights gradually connected together, which had the potential to burn the prairies.

The flame swayed and churned in the drizzle, and the drizzle was like oil, as if it had fueled the fire, and the fire suddenly became even more raging.

Why is there so much fire in such a night, in such a drizzle, and in such a deep mountain?

When I got closer, I saw that in the firelight, countless people with hats and robes were standing in the cold wind and drizzle like wood carved clay sculptures, allowing the continuous drizzle to wet their robes.

The rain slowly flowed down the robe, and the drops shattered, and it seemed that the sound of the raindrops breaking could be heard.

There was already a mud under their feet, and they all had a torch in their hand, and the light of the fire, which had just gathered into the sea, emanated from the torch in the hand of each of them.

No one spoke, no one moved, and more than 100 people were there in silence.

The crows were silent, and they couldn't even hear their breathing.

The hats were low, pressed down tightly, and their faces could not be seen clearly.

In the cold rain of the night, this group of people just stood like that, and their vitality was never related to them.

At the front of more than 100 people in cloth, there is still a person standing, perhaps not like a human.

A long blue robe, swaying silently in the dark night. Even a faint blue smoke rose silently around him, and the blue mist slowly spread and flowed from his body.

Under the reflection of the firelight, he could see clearly, his feet were about half a foot from the ground, and the whole person seemed to be suspended in this piece of blue smoke, the whole person was terrifying and erratic, just like the ghost of the Senluo Palace.

Even a ghost has a ghostly aura, and he doesn't seem to have any breath.

It's just that the left side of his face has a faint blue totem imprint, and there are cold eyes that prove that he is still alive.

He floated there, a foot behind him, and there were a hundred clothed men, a foot in front of him, and the abyss of the cliff.

Do not enter the living, and the vitality is cut off.

Even the drizzle falling from the sky, which seemed to be afraid of his death, bypassed his body and slowly fell into the mud.

With a flip of both palms, two blue rays faintly appeared.

I don't know how long it took, but behind the team, a man in a cloth with a torch quietly came to the man in blue and whispered for a while.

The face of the man in blue changed slightly, and he suddenly turned around, and there was an afterimage, and when he looked at it again, he had already come to the back of the team.

Not far in front of him, there was also a person standing, but this person seemed to be different from the others.

Although he was also dressed in light blue clothes, he was dressed like a worldly son, and the most obvious thing was that the light blue shirt was also draped with a thick white fox fur shawl. Even so, his face was already white and bloodless, but it seemed that it was still very cold, and he couldn't help the wind.

It seems to be like a patient.

He stood with his hands in his hands, his back to the man in blue, as if he heard the voice of the man in blue, and then he said in a low voice: "Soulless...... You're ready!"

The man in blue seemed to be very afraid of the weak son in front of him, and his expression was unusually respectful, so he knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists and whispered: "Su ......"

The man who looked weak and couldn't help the wind, hearing this, Huo Ran turned around, his expression was quite annoyed, and he scolded in a deep voice: "What are you talking about......"

His voice was cold, and two killing intents that were completely different from his aura shot out from his eyes.

He held a black bamboo flute in his hand, and under the light of the fire, he could see his face clearly.

In the drizzle, the sickly whiteness of the face became even more obvious.

He is Su Zhi.

Jiuxiao Emperor Jue Palace, Taishang Protector.

The figure in blue trembled, and said again and again: "Soulless should die, soulless should die......"

Su Zhi gently held the black bamboo flute in his hand in front of him, and seemed to play with it carefully at the flute hole, and then said casually: "Get up, one of the five hall masters of the Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Palace, the blue-clothed soulless hall master, is like this...... It's too embarrassing!"

It turned out that this blue-clothed man was one of the five hall masters of the Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Palace, the Soulless Hall Master.

Soulless Hall, the strength ranks second, two places higher than the red-clothed Huangquan Hall, and below the white-clothed God-killing Hall.

The murderous name is like thunder.

But it seems that he is very afraid of the sick Su Zhi in front of him, and he is afraid to the point of groveling.

Soulless stood up with a sneer, just about to speak. saw Su Zhi's eyebrows stand.

His heart trembled again, and he almost fell to his knees again.

Seeing this, Su Zhi waved his hand and said, "Don't be too restrained, I once said that my name can only be mentioned in front of the five hall masters and god kings, remember your first offense, and I will spare you this time!"

Hearing this, Soulless nodded again and again.

Su Zhi raised his head and glanced at the more than 100 clothed people who were still like wood carving clay sculptures, and his eyes seemed to be quite disdainful.

Then he gently raised his chin at the Soulless, and said quietly: "Are you ready? These people are the elite of your Soulless Hall?"

Soulless hurriedly invited merit to please him: "It is exactly, there are more than 400 people in the subordinate Soulless Hall, and these more than 100 people are the elites who have been selected and selected by their subordinates. This time there will definitely be no return for that kid!"

Su Zhi seemed unmoved and said, "The Huangquan Hall has been completely destroyed...... The hall master of Huangquan did not come back either...... What are your odds of winning?"

Hearing this, Soulless was startled and whispered in disbelief: "Huangquan Hall...... Finished?"

Su Zhi nodded and did not speak.

Only then did he gasp, and there was a hint of cruelty in his eyes: "The subordinates must go all out to let that kid come and go." ”

Su Zhi sneered and said, "This time, he is not alone. And two helpers......"

Soulless swallowed and spitted, Fang said: "So what, but they are all souls under the knife." Under the hands of my Soulless Hall, no one can survive, how can I call the word Soulless in vain!"

Su Zhi ignored him, and suddenly pointed at the hundred people with his left hand: "You...... You...... You...... You ......"

He ordered nearly forty people in one breath, and then said lightly: "Let's go so much first, you guys go up together...... Don't waste time!"

Soulless was stunned, a little incredulous, and hurriedly said, "Protector...... This is my elite...... In case it hurts you......"

Su Zhi waved his hand expressionlessly and said, "If you hurt me once, I will give you a corpse awakening pill, two twice...... I'm afraid it won't hurt me!"

Soulless was also a little unconvinced in his heart, although he had heard that Su Zhixiu was weird and ruthless when he was in the Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Palace, but after all, he had not seen it with his own eyes, and he was more or less unconvinced in his heart.

He was friendly with the God Killer Hall Master, and he was also quite unhappy that the God Killer Hall Master did not become the Supreme Protector. Now seeing that Su Zhi is looking for boring, he secretly said, this is what you asked for, don't blame me!

Thinking of this, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly shouted at the more than 40 clothed people: "Don't be merciful!"

At the sound of an order, the firelight throbbed.

"Kill-" a low roar, "Qiang-" More than forty people each sent their swords, and the sound of metal was incessant.

More than forty people are holding long knives, and the style of this knife is the same as the knives of those people in Huangquantang, but the material looks much more precious.

And the forty long knives, all glowing with a dark blue sword, were terrifying in the drizzle.

The knife moves, and so does the fire.

More than 40 people in the clothes were neatly aligned, and at the same time rushed towards Su Zhi, and suddenly the shadow of the knife was like weaving, and the knife was angry.

Su Zhi smiled faintly, nodded lightly and said, "The momentum is okay......

And yet, he still stood there, not dodging or dodging.

It's like looking at the scenery, it's easy and freehand.

Then, slowly raise your hand.

The black bamboo flute was placed horizontally to his lips, his eyes slightly closed, and the lingering flute sound gently echoed in the valley.

The sound of the bamboo flute is ecstasy.

The more than forty people were expressionless, and they didn't seem to be affected at all, their momentum was unabated, their sword light flickered, and they were only about a foot away from Su Zhi's body in an instant.

The sword is blue, and Su Zhi's face looks more handsome and calm.

There is even an indescribable femininity, that femininity, femininity to the extreme.

He remained still, and the sound of the flute never stopped.

"Kill—"

More than forty clothed people suddenly roared in unison, and the blue light flickered, forming an incomparably terrifying blade. Towards Su Zhi's somewhat thin body, he slashed down.

"Boom-" sound, muddy water stirred and splashed, charming eyes.

Soulless's eyes couldn't help but become a little fanatical as the forty blades slammed down.

Because he clearly saw that Su Zhi was still motionless at the moment when the blade was blasted, not dodging or dodging.

He must be dead and alive! In this way, the god-killing brother is the protector of the Dharma!

He wanted to laugh out loud.

The blade slammed down, and the sound of the flute was cut off.

Through the muddy water, the soulless and more than forty clothed people looked towards the place where Su Zhifang had just stood.

His face was full of horror, as if he had seen something unbelievable. They were all stunned.

The place where Su Zhi was located had now been blasted out of a big pit more than one zhang deep by more than forty clothed guests. On the edge of the pit are more than forty criss-crossing knife marks, ugly and frightening.

It's just that this is not the reason why they are surprised, the real reason is that Su Zhi has disappeared under the bombardment of more than forty blades.

Where he was, there was no one but this terrible pit, a curtain of lingering rain.

Su Zhi's figure seemed to disappear out of thin air.

In an instant, Soulless felt that he was not dreaming, and Su Zhi had never been here at all.

However, just as he was about to give the order to search carefully, he suddenly heard a cold voice from behind them: "...... behind"

As soon as the words fell, the distant flute sounded again, but it was extremely fatal to their ears.

More than 40 people in the clothes hurriedly turned around, but when they were halfway through, they saw a picture that they would never forget.

Su Zhi stood there, expressionless, as cold as the falling rain.

The black bamboo flute had slowly suspended in the air from his hand for some time. The black light is faint and intimidating, as if with the most eerie atmosphere.

What's even more puzzling is that the black bamboo flute is suspended in mid-air without any support, but it still comes out of the bamboo flute.

It seems to be chanting and singing, like lingering and devouring bones, and like a hundred ghosts crying at night.

At the moment when the more than 40 people in the clothes turned around, the bamboo flute, which was originally about three feet long, suddenly won in black light, and the sound of the flute became loud and fierce.

"Huh-" The torches in the hands of more than 40 people in the clothes seemed to be blown out in an instant by the sudden killing and loud flute sound.

As the light of the torch disappeared, the black bamboo flute silently began to grow in mid-air, growing at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.

In less than two breaths, the black bamboo flute was already huge, and the body of the flute lay across the dark sky, as if it was one with the black sky at all.

More than forty people in the clothes were stunned by the scene in front of them, and subconsciously realized that the danger was approaching step by step.

It's just too late.

Su Zhi waved lightly at the huge bamboo flute, then turned around and stood in front of the cliff.

In front of me, the abyss is vast and the dark tide is surging.

The wind blew his clothes, he seemed to be a little cold, and subconsciously tightened the white fox fur on his shoulders.

It was only after his action that a loud roar suddenly sounded in the deep valley and dense forest.

"Boom-"

The silence of the dense forest was broken in an instant, and after the roar, it was calm again.

No one speaks, no soul, no one.

Even the lingering flute sound disappeared.

It took a long time to hear a painful moan. Then the second tone, the third tone.

A series of moans rang out one after another.

Su Zhiyi frowned and slowly turned around.

He didn't look at the situation in front of him, but just beckoned to the black bamboo flute in the air in front of him, which had turned into more than a foot long again.

The black light flashed, and the bamboo flute fell obediently into his hands like a tired child, motionless.

The black mangs dissipated, and it was a black bamboo flute that was too ordinary to be ordinary anymore.

Soulless's face turned pale, and he could feel the flesh on his cheeks slowly trembling, and cold sweat on his forehead.

He had no time to take care of the more than forty men in the cloth who were already staggering and moaning.

He didn't dare to step forward and talk to Su Zhi.

He felt that this weak Su Zhi, which seemed to be recovering from a serious illness, was the most terrifying appearance in the world.

When he came back to his senses again, Su Zhi was no longer there.

In the sky, only Su Zhi's lukewarm words came: "Go back and bring all your elites, a quarter of an hour, only a quarter of an hour......"

Soulless's legs weakened, and he muttered, "Subordinate...... Yes!"

......

On the path down the mountain, Su Zhi walked slowly.

At first, he liked this drizzle, and the drizzle was like a weave and a dream. It's as much as he loves all forms of water.

He always said, "Good is like water."

It's just that at some point, he began to hate such rainy days.

It was damp and cold, and it hurt all over my body.

He walked for a while, slowly stopped, and looked up at the sky.

The drizzle was like a weave, and it was constantly falling from the dark sky.

His eyes wandered, and he seemed to say to himself: "The cicada is not far away, and the praying mantis is waving a knife." And I just need to make a yellow finch with peace of mind......"

Turned around, just wanted to leave.

In the rain, I suddenly remembered a soft call: "Su Zhi ......"

"Hibiscus ...... I said it...... You don't need to come ......."

It's raining, it's a bit heavy.