The Ten Directions of Heaven and Earth

The moment the lightning flashed, Xiao Chen quickly retracted his palm, jumped back suddenly, and at the same time used all his strength at this moment.

A loud "boom" sound came, and everything nearby was instantly wiped out. A terrifying force surged in. Even though he used all his strength, he was still shaken and flew back.

After settling down and standing firm, he flicked his sleeves and waved away the smoke and dust in front of him. The man in black had also disappeared into ashes. At that moment, it was the power of the soul of the man in black.

He did not expect that someone had already placed restrictions on the souls of these twelve people. Once someone tried to forcibly spy on their souls, the souls would "self-destruct."

If he hadn't noticed the abnormality in time, he might have been wiped out like the man in black. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a bit thrilling. Who did these twelve people take orders from? That person's methods were so powerful...

Brushing away the smoke and dust around him, he returned to the place where he was just now, trying to find any traces. However, the bodies of the men in black had been blown to pieces, leaving nothing behind.

Looking around, he only found a sharp black fragment, left by the ghost sword.

Xiao Chen stretched out his hand and picked up the fragment of the Ghost Sword, stared at it for a moment, put it into his sleeve, put on his robe and hat again, and went forward.

In this vast wilderness, there is no life left within a radius of ten miles. The vegetation has withered, and there are even some places where the aura of death remains, which is pitch black and looks very strange.

Xiao Chen raised his palm and looked at the vague residual death energy in his palm. He still didn't know what this power of controlling life and death was, whether it was good or bad.

After traveling hundreds of miles, he still did not relax his vigilance. Although he could not know the identities of the twelve men in black just now, he at least knew that his identity had been exposed. The fragments of the ancient heavenly book were the two paths of good and evil. I'm afraid he will be in trouble later.

Now, he finally understood why Shen Jing insisted on giving him the Nine-Nine Blood Needle. This seemingly peaceful world had a turbulent undercurrent hidden behind it. Only he could understand in the past who was the person who framed him in the first place. Who he is, he still doesn’t know. In short, everything is not as simple as it seems.

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Three days later, he came to an ancient town. Running around for days made him physically and mentally exhausted, so he found an inn to stay. At night, a sudden gust of wind sounded outside the window, which immediately woke him up. "Who!"

Nowadays, his consciousness is no longer what it was before. If there is any ordinary disturbance, he can naturally distinguish it, but the vague and non-existent breath just now is definitely not an ordinary person!

"call out!"

As soon as his body swayed, Xiao Chen immediately spread out his body skills and chased him out. It was dead of night outside, the sky was as dark as ink, a silver moon hung sideways, the cold wind blew, and the shadows of the trees danced. The black shadow went outside the yard, and in a flash fleeting.

Xiao Chen immediately locked onto the man's aura, put his two fingers together, and instantly formed a blood-transforming needle. He used his footwork to the extreme and was chasing him outside the town in an instant.

Twenty or thirty miles away, the figure finally stopped and was vaguely visible. Like him, the figure was also wearing a black robe. At the moment, his back was turned to him, as if he was deliberately attracting him here. at.

Xiao Chen also stopped, stared at the man, and said calmly, "Why did you bring me here late at night?"

"Don't be nervous, little friend. You and I are not enemies."

The man turned around. Under the robe, there was a slightly older face, but his eyes were not cloudy. It was obvious that this man was a peerless master.

Xiao Chen did not let down his guard at all because of his words, and the blood-transforming needle in his right hand was still hidden under his sleeve. Today, he no longer trusts anyone easily, and his tone is still cold. Coldly, "The old gentleman invited me here late at night, I don't know why."

The old man in black robe put his hands behind his back and said for a long time, "My little friend is in a very dangerous situation now."

After hearing this, Xiao Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and the blood-transforming needle in his hand tightened a little, but his eyes still looked very indifferent, "I would like to hear the details."

The old man took a deep breath, turned around, looked at the faint mountains shrouded in the night, and said, "The death of those people was not killed by my little friend, nor was it killed by Hua Weiyang."

"oh?"

Xiao Chen focused his gaze again and asked, "So, the old gentleman knows by whose hands those people died."

The old man did not answer him immediately, but asked, "My little friend... can you guess how much?"

Xiao Chen was attentive and silent. The incident at the beginning was complicated and confusing, but he was certain that the people from each sect were definitely not killed by people from the Lianhua Palace, nor were they even killed by those from the Demonic Sect. , and who knows Master’s Bixiao swordsmanship? Could it be...

The night breeze blew gently, and their robes fluttered gently. After a long time, the old man slowly said, "That person is from Tianmen."

When he heard the word "Tianmen", Xiao Chen's eyes showed no emotion at all, and his face was unusually calm. However, the old man's next words made his expression change slightly.

"The sect you were in before also had people from that person."

This sentence finally made him change his expression, but soon he recovered again, with a cold face, as if everything and Xuan Qingmen no longer had anything to do with him.

The old man turned around, looked at him and said, "Can you take back the silver needle in your hand now?"

Xiao Chen remained silent. With a slight movement of force in his palm, the blood-transforming needle immediately disappeared from his hand and returned to the needle bag. After a long time, he heard him say, "Who is that person?"

The old man took a deep breath and said meaningfully, "The time has not yet come. When the time comes, you will naturally understand that you cannot be his opponent now."

"Then senior, why are you looking for me tonight?"

At this moment, Xiao Chen's eyes were still cold and cold. Withdrawing the blood-transforming needle did not mean that he had completely trusted the person in front of him. The origin of the person in front of him was by no means simple.

The old man looked at him and said slowly, "As I said just now, my little friend is in a very dangerous situation now. If that person wants to kill you now, it will be easy. His strength, no matter what aspect, is beyond what you are currently capable of." Can you imagine..."

While listening to him speak, Xiao Chen kept staring at him, trying to find some subtle changes on his face, but from beginning to end, there was no change at all on the old man's face.

"Then senior, what do you want from me?"

"Leave the five realms of Xianyuan as soon as possible."

The old man looked at him. At this moment, the expression on his face finally became very solemn, and he continued, "This is the only way you can save your life at the moment."