Outside the temple, Pan Hao stopped in front of the door. The light in his eyes flowed, looking at the mountains and fields in the distance. At the moment when the divine power was running, the night that had become more and more dark suddenly became brighter, like day, all kinds of things were clearly visible, and the night could not affect Pan Hao's vision.

I saw in the distance, a huge rock like a millstone standing on the mountain, and a man dressed in Confucian white clothes with an ancient long sword hanging from his waist stood on the rock. The man had a slender body and a majestic weapon, with a faint ethereal and bookish aura on his body, and he held the hilt of his sword and looked at the mandrill not far away.

"Evil beast, look for death!" A long sword came out of its sheath, and the man's whole person burst out with a rigid, open, and vast aura, and his body turned into a frightened white shadow, flying away in the direction of the mandrill.

"The aura of a sage?" Pan Hao suddenly felt the same aura on the man's body as the old man of Han Yang, but the aura on this man's body was different from the aura of a sage with strict rules in Han Yang. On the contrary, in addition to being upright, there is another artistic conception of openness, freedom, and freedom.

At the mandrill, Hu Da's corpse was lying beside him, blood flowing out of his body, his vitality dissipated, and he was not blind to death. With a bang, the man turned into a rainbow, and with a bang, the long sword led the man to hit the mancub's head with lightning speed.

The white characters on the sword were emerging, and they actually passed through the ugly head of the mandrill without hindrance, and a black and white thing burst out in the head.

"Bang!" the mandrill was smashed to pieces, and its entire body collapsed. At the burst on his head, a fishy and unpleasant smell permeated, and there was no bright red blood flowing out. The man's sword shook and retracted it into its sheath with a bang.

As the mandrill fell, the heavy ghostly aura on the mandrill's body slowly dissipated, and the swirling scarlet light also dimmed, and finally disappeared.

When the man smelled these fishy smells, he frowned immediately, and after some observation, he found that it was not that the mandrill had no blood, but that the mandrill's blood had already coagulated in the body and turned into a black, gelatinous object.

"Boy, you're looking for death!" Suddenly a low, hoarse voice sounded in the man's mountains. An old man in a gray robe and a wooden hairpin stood on top of the canopy of an ancient tree at some point, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a murderous intent emerged.

"That Yansha?" Pan Hao's expression moved, and he recognized that this was the innate master who went to assassinate the old man of Han Yang some time ago.

"Who are you! Could it be that this mandrill was refined by you?" The man's face was also cold, could it be that this mandrill is the hands and feet of this person, refining puppets and devouring people's hearts.

Yan Sha fluttered lightly on the canopy, his heart was extremely angry, originally the immortal master let himself look at a few puppets, these mandrill puppets can evolve again after devouring enough hearts of ninety-nine male men, but they didn't expect to swallow a dozen of them, and now others have smashed their heads, and they can't recover. On top of that, this man also has that familiar sage power in him.

"You kill my puppet, take your life!" Yan Sha's eyes were cold, boom, the true qi in his body was stimulated, and a powerful and hot aura rose to the sky, and the slightest trace of true qi turned into a faint red fire true qi cover outside the body, wrapping Yan Sha's entire person inside.

Boom, Yansha's palm turned crystal red, as if there was jade, and there was brilliance circulating. The sand was volleyed in the air, and Jingying's hand slammed down on the man with a hot and powerful true qi.

Qiang, the man's long sword was unsheathed, and the same true qi in his body swirled, and the crystal true qi in his body quickly flowed into the simple and unpretentious long sword, groaning, and suddenly the long sword shook, and let out a crisp and pleasant sound; "Innate master?" Wait, are you the killer who assassinated Mr. Han that day. ”

When the man saw Yansha's scorching true qi, he immediately remembered the innate master who was rumored to have assassinated the contemporary Confucian, and this place was not far from Rongcheng, and the innate masters were extremely rare, and he was shocked, and immediately guessed the identity of Yansha.

"Ha Luha, it's the old man!" Yan Sha slapped his big palm in the air, and the qi machine tightly blocked the man's body.

Bang, there are crystal characters beating rapidly outside the men's long sword, wrapping around the body of the long sword. The long sword turned into a bolt of lightning and collided with the big palm of the hot sand, boom, a powerful air current exploded between the two of them, and it escaped in all directions, and the sand on the ground shook. The leaves were also rustled.

Boom, a metallic sound sounded. Crystal characters swirled around the long sword, resisting the erosion of the scorching true qi. But he was still hit by a powerful force, and the man's big hand trembled, and the long sword was knocked away by Yansha's big palm.

The man in white stepped a little under his feet, floated up, and quickly retreated.

"Zhizheng is the result of all evils!" the man in white fell to the ground and shouted angrily. Boom, with a roar from the man, it seemed that some kind of breath had been adjusted in the heavens and the earth, and a baby's arm was thick and flawless, and the chain composed of scriptures overflowing with brilliance fell down in his mouth. The power of the sage descended from the void under the man's inducement, and quickly passed through the scorching dantian.

Boom, Yan Sha only felt that with the man's loud drink, a sage power fell in the air, suppressing the true qi. Boom, the true qi was suppressed by the chain, and it was defeated and retreated, and it was suppressed in the dantian, boom, the Yansha thought of it, and the true qi turned into a torrent, rumbling in the dantian, clicking, the chain slowly turned, and there was actually a small amount of true qi taking advantage of the chain to rotate, escaping from the suppression, and flowing into the meridians again.

In the end, the cultivation of the man's sage power was not as profound as the old man Han Yang, and he was not able to completely suppress Yansha's true qi.

"Boy, after all, I can't cultivate to my home!" Yan Sha felt that the true qi in his body could still operate, and he was immediately overjoyed, stepped on his feet, and came to the man with a light instigation, and slapped his red palm towards the man's head. It was about to slap the man's head into the flowers.

Whew, suddenly a cold light shot towards Yansha quickly, bang, Yansha's body turned, and the two palms intercepted the cold light, and when he fixed his eyes, it was actually a half-truncated knife.

And the man took the opportunity to carry light work, and wanted to escape.

"Stay!" Yan Sha shouted, his voice deafening. At the same time, the true qi in his body shook, and the broken knife he was holding turned into cold light and shot towards the man.

Another cold light appeared, and with a bang, it hit the broken knife thrown by Yansha. With a bang, the two halves of the broken knife fell from mid-air to the ground.

"You can't escape!" Yansha's true qi shook, and the true qi in his body rumbled, bang, bang, shattering the chain formed by the power of the sage, and the whole person jumped up, turned into a black shadow, and quickly disappeared in place, about to capture the man.

"What are you doing? Didn't you want to look at the puppet?" A slightly angry man's voice appeared in the void, and at the same time, a large black mist appeared in the sky, and the black mist was rolling and extremely rich. These black mist exude a cold, icy aura.

"Immortal Master!" Yan Sha was shocked, and then pointed to the man who had escaped dozens of feet and said. "Immortal Master, the puppet was killed by that scholar!"

"Is that the ant?" In the black mist, a bright, cold eye looked at the man who fled quickly.

A big palm made of black mist took shape in the void, and the pitch-black giant palm slapped down with a rolling wave of qi towards the fleeing man, boom, and the sound of wind and thunder sounded. The man's figure was stagnant, and he was actually locked by the black mist gas machine, and there was no escape, which made people feel a sense of despair.