Last time Halloween was in Tart City, Yi Shen spent a lot of money to invite dozens of elders in the clan to help catch the "ghost shadow". Seeing that he caught the "ghost shadow" and fled into the "Chaoyin Valley" industry. Yi Nan also gave face to the clan elders, and opened dozens of industries in a row, but the "ghost shadow" got nothing. Later, dozens of elders lost face and ran away with an excuse. Only Yi Shen was left with tens of thousands of condensers chasing shadows everywhere. If you don't chase it, you can't catch it, and the head of the house will drag Yi Shen's ears and scold after the holiday. Yi Nan never scolded once, and was often praised for "Halloween".

"Hmph!" Yi Nan snorted coldly. sneered in his heart, and told him, as long as the "Halloween" was opened. The matter of catching the "ghost shadow" has nothing to do with it.

Yi Shen hit a gray nose, provoked a commotion, and had to leave the crystal platform in a gray manner.

The sunset fish are scaly-like one by one, sparse and dense, large and small, with a great sense of layering. It's like Yi Shen's face is layered and distinct, dragging his tired body, and his chagrin is aware of the fading glow.

Night is coming, and the "ghost shadow" will disappear into the dark night. The sage's murmur gradually became quieter, and the Dao Crystal Lamp shone slightly. The sages of Tuocheng are gradually getting better, immersed in the competition for the aura.

Yi Shen has never cultivated, and took tens of thousands of saints to start an inventory of households, and the Halloween, which is one of the handful, is the best opportunity to catch the "ghost shadow", after these ten days, if you can't catch the "ghost shadow", you can only wait for another ten years.

Yi Shen, as always, tirelessly checked, believing that he could catch the shadow of the "ghost shadow".

The cold mist of the books rose, grayish-white. The cool mist, like the cold water flowing in the night sky, rippled over Yi Shen's cold cheeks and battle armor, covering the faint pain of his mood.

The mist cleared up, bringing a hint of coolness. Countless leaves make a "rustling" sound, as if whispering, and like a cold war in the cold fog. The trees on the side of the road kept swaying. The sound of "sand-sha-" became more and more harsh. The entire city seemed to be eaten away by the cold fog and its black body, adding to the terrifying fear.

Suddenly, Yi Shen shivered, a bone-piercing chill pierced his heart, forcing him to get goosebumps, for thousands of years, after Yi Shen stepped into the fifth order of condensation, this kind of chill had never been there. The Sanctuary no longer seemed to have anything to fear.

This cold didn't come unexpectedly, it was too fast, so fast that Yi Shen couldn't even imagine it. Who will attack the young master of the Yi family in the expansion of the city. The chill was condensed in the center of his eyebrows, and Yi Shen was so frightened that he withdrew his divine consciousness from afar, and wanted to condense the spell to escape from danger.

A chill hit the back of the neck, as if a thorn was pierced, piercing the skin, and I don't know if it was blood or sweat, and with the pain, it flowed down the back ridge and into the buttocks groove. Frightened, Yi Shen's ass tightened. I didn't dare to let go, I didn't dare to move.

The entire holy body froze in the airspace, trembling and shivering, it seemed to be an inch closer to the soul flying. Yi Shen posed in a strange shape and stood in the airspace. Staring at a black light a hundred feet away, his eyes were stunned.

This black mangs are too small. The small one didn't care anymore, silently pierced through the defensive barrier of divine consciousness, and stood a hundred feet away, when the piercing cold tip could no longer be avoided. Yi Shen sensed the danger. It was also this black mang that was too fast, and the fast Yi Shen contracted his divine consciousness at the same time, but he was occupied by the black mang. The middle palace that guarded his mind was so shocked that his mind couldn't condense, and he seemed to have been removed from his consciousness by Hei Mangsuo.

Yi Shenmu Na stood in the airspace, there was a black light in front of his eyebrows, and there was also a black light on the back of his head that was condensed a hundred zhang away, but it pierced the skin. This is unimaginable, the body of the sixth-order Great Sage of Qi Condensation has been pierced, and the holy weapon does not have such power. But it did break, and the tiny red dot condensed dripping beads of blood, sliding out a line of blood and flowing down the back ridge.

It was not only these two black rays that were surprised, but also a black ray at the root of the buttocks and the belly button. Yi Shen put away his buttocks and stomach, staring at the black light in front of his eyebrows in a daze.

A mysterious wave of divine consciousness invaded the domain of consciousness, and Yi Shen was startled, and had to follow the black mang to the distant sky.

Dozens of cultivators and above in the Void Stack stood staring at the night crystal lamp, and the huge transparent light shield shone with a dazzling light covering the Void Stack. This light is very strange, and at a glance, the consciousness becomes dizzy.

With a flash of black light, dozens of sages took a step back in fright. "Young Master Yishen, what is the matter with coming to the virtual stack in the middle of the night?"

The faces of the saints became gloomy and ghostly, and they did not know what to do for a while.

Yi Shen hummed, as if he was intentionally clearing his throat. "Open the 'Earthquake Spirit', I want to check the 'Ghost Shadow' again."

The saints were stupid, and they kept shouting "end" in their hearts. Outside the virtual stack, there is a different kind of quietness. All of them fell silent, leaving only the blinking sound of eyelids. A few breaths of silence. A Qi Condensation Realm Sage turned sideways and tapped the airspace, and the "Earthquake Divine Stream" hummed, revealing a door of light, revealing a beautiful image of the countryside in the daytime-like stack domain.

Yi Shen pulled his long face and escaped into the light gate. When he swept in front of dozens of saints, the momentum of cold killing was like a biting wind whistling by, causing all the saints to tremble in the cold killing aura.

After more than ten inhales, all the saints woke up from the icy cold and murderous aura, and at a glance, the light of the building was shining with the "Shaking Gods" light gate, and the pale face condensed with dripping cold beads. "What is the young master doing, is this a matter of looking for the valley master"?

Pleasant night. Yi Nan sat on the crystal platform, looking up at the sky dotted with glittering stars, which lay at the bottom of the river like colorful pebbles in a small river. The disciples and the Gu envoys all went back to the "Void Mansion" to cultivate, but Yi Nan had no intention of cultivating, and sat alone on the crystal platform, pouring lightly fragrant tea, and thinking about the distant sky.

There was a disgusting shadow there, condensed in the dark sky, aware of hundreds of miles of airspace. Every ten-day Halloween, the "ghost shadow" will come unexpectedly, and the disgusted shadow stretches out its nose like a dog that has lost its sensitivity, chasing and killing the "ghost shadow" in no black or white.

Yi Nan didn't have time to pay attention to it during the day, and at night Yi Nan's divine consciousness was like a worm attached to Yi Shen's body, and Yi Shen could count a few hairs in a hurry. In this way, Yi Shen has been checking for thousands of years in vain and black, and Yi Nan has been sitting with him for thousands of years.

Accompany Yi Shen through lonely, quiet, restless, and busy nights. Yi Nan seems to like this kind of night, like such a quiet, lonely, smiling, leisurely alone holding a cup of fragrant tea, quietly enjoying Yi Shen's inaction, it seems that this is a kind of enjoyment.

Suddenly, Yi Nan was stunned with the teacup, and his brows locked into several layers. "It's hard for Yi Shen to want to check my hypocrisy while it's dark, you don't take me Yi Nan too seriously.

A teacup with a faint fragrance floated on the crystal platform was left on the crystal platform, and wisps of incense rose and slowly dissolved into the night.

In the inky black airspace of the Void Stack, the figure condensed with fire qi looked at the dozens of sages with a calm face.

The waiters of the Void Stack were so frightened that they knelt in the airspace, and they wanted to send a crystal letter to report to the valley master, but before they could take out the crystal letter, the valley master had already arrived.

"Valley master, the young master insists on entering the virtual stack, I don't dare to ......." The Qi Condensing Realm Saint made a deep salute, and only after saying half a sentence did Yi Nan have already entered the light gate of the "Shaking Divine Stream".

"Quick, turn off 'Shake the Gods'". The Condensing Qi Realm Saint hurriedly shouted.

What is the "Earthquake God Tree", there are holy objects such as "Space Light Mask" and "War Shadow Crystal Platform", shielding the special holy weapons for the condensation realm duel. What is the use of Yi Nan setting up "Shaking the Gods" in the virtual stack?

In the empty space of several miles in the void, dozens of night crystal lamps are hung, and the crystal lamps are like the shadows of the stars condensed in the sky, illuminating the stack area without any dead ends.

Yi Nan stood in the airspace with a red face, and two pairs of smiling eyes stared at the pavilion with a faint aura fluctuation. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. It's not easy! Finally, it is easy to get stuck again. For thousands of years, there are not many such opportunities! For this reason, Yi Nan has not been less angry.

Today, Yi Shen was mad and took the initiative to enter the one-third of an acre of land in Yi Nan, so Yi Shen could not be allowed to decide to advance and retreat. In the past eight days, Yi Nan smiled, his palms were tickling, and he didn't know where to put it for a while.

"Yi Shen, come out"! The sound of humming in the four domains, like rolling bursts of muffled thunder with laughter, hit the building area, and even shook all the stone buildings outside the chic small building into a smash, and hundreds of sages panicked into the empty space, and escaped from the "earthquake god valley" without looking back. There is no need to ask, the saints have been ready since the young master Yi Shen came in, and the valley master fled in time as soon as he came. A shocking battle in "Earthquake Spirits" is inevitable.

The chic small building stood silent, and in the roar of the wind that shattered the four domains, it did not move.

Yi Nan sneered. "Pretend, set up a score"?

A silver ring of light flashed, and the ring-shaped holy weapon was held in his hand, and the silver brilliance was like the clear light of the moon, faint cold. The silver light condensed, and the long and short beams of light condensed into thorns, revealing a ring of cold light.

"Yi Shen, you haven't fought for three hundred years, you have taken cartilage medicine, and your hands and feet don't obey the call." Yi Nan squinted, and his heart burst into ecstasy. Three hundred years ago, Yi Nan fought with Yi Shen for three days, and he didn't see Yi Shen use any new techniques, or old-fashioned holy arts, back and forth. Yi Nan could count those several spell-breaking techniques with his eyes closed, although hundreds of years ago, Yi Shen still defeated Yi Nan with one technique, and now it seems that there is nothing unusual. Yi Nan saw it as an oversight.

The chic building was still silent, only Yi Nan's bursts of treacherous laughter echoed between the corners of the corridor. Yi Nan's white eyebrows furrowed, like a line of fire burning with anger, and his eyes were so red that he jumped on a few red lines.

Yang Tian laughed wildly, and then the two rows of teeth creaked and creaked, and the lips were tightly entangled, and slowly opened with a cold laugh. "Yi Shen, do you think that if you hide in the building, I will have no way to take you? Do you think that you have entered my 'Zhenshen Xi' and still want to escape lightly? You only have two choices, defeat me, or fight until the 'Halloween' begins in eight days."

The chic Xiaolou was silent as if he was asleep, even the sound of the sage's heartbeat and breathing, even if he blinked his eyelids, there was no sound, and it was as quiet as a thousand sounds. (To be continued......)