Villain: The opening summons the childhood shadow Jiang Yuyan

"It's a pity that it's another year of mountains of corpses."

"What a pity, they are just a bunch of wishful thinking wretches."

"It's indeed pitiful. I don't even think about where my Shenwu Sect's treasure house is. If I want to enter and get the things in it, how can the task be simple?"

At the entrance, many disciples of the Shenwu Sect who were guarding and waiting looked at the motionless smoke. Some sighed with compassion, while others sneered and disdained.

Zhang Lang, the deacon of the outer sect of Shenwu Sect, put his hands behind his back and said expressionlessly: "Look at the time, this batch is probably almost done. Get ready to take over the next batch."

"Yes, Deacon Zhang." The disciples of Shenwu Sect quickly stopped their discussion and responded.

The scene became silent for a while, except for the occasional rustle of the wind blowing the leaves.

No one paid attention to the life and death of Ji Wushang and others.

In the eyes of everyone in the Shenwu Sect, this misty place is the real place of death.

It is normal for Ji Wushang and others to die, but it is abnormal for someone to be alive.

"Oh, dead, dead, all dead, why?"

Above the void, the weird old man looked down and sighed, his eyes filled with compassion.

"what?"

However, the next moment, he suddenly let out a sound of surprise.

"There are actually people alive! Is this the young man who can't see through?" The weird old man's expression was very exciting, "Is it possible... If you can really complete this bounty mission that has cost countless lives, That can be considered a great merit.”

A glimmer of expectation and hope suddenly rose in the old man's heart.

"Huh?" In the midst of the crowd, Zhang Lang suddenly frowned and turned his eyes away to the misty land again.

A disciple next to Zhang Lang noticed his movements and felt a little strange, "Deacon Zhang, what's wrong?"

"Silence." Zhang Lang scolded lightly, then ignored him completely. He closed his eyes and moved his right ear slightly from time to time, as if he was trying his best to listen to something.

Hundreds of disciples from the Shenwu Sect around him noticed Zhang Lang's strange behavior and knew that the deacon must have discovered something. They all faced the foggy land with some vigilance.

Time passed little by little, but no one heard or saw anything.

"tread......"

At a certain moment, just when everyone thought nothing would happen, an almost inaudible sound came from the misty land.

Disciples with strong spiritual consciousness instantly heard what the sound was, "It's footsteps!"

Some people were surprised and asked, "Why are there still footsteps? Is there anyone alive?"

Someone thought of something, "People who entered in the past had a precedent of coming out alive, but they all became stupid and crazy. Could this be the same situation?"

At this time, Zhang Lang, who had kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and said sternly: "Quiet!"

The look on his face was one of shock.

footsteps!

Steady and powerful footsteps!

From far to near, full of energy and energy.

These were not the footsteps of a foolish and crazy person at all, but the footsteps of a monk with strong energy and blood.

Someone came out of the mist completely!

Is it possible that the bounty mission that has been unfinished for countless years is about to be completed?

No, not possible!

How could something that even a strong man like the Supreme Elder who stood at the pinnacle of the starry sky couldn't do, be done by a monk who appeared out of nowhere?

Perhaps this person has some means to protect himself and allow himself to penetrate slightly deeper into the foggy place. This does not necessarily mean that he has completed the reward mission.

Yes, it must be so!

Zhang Lang's thoughts raced and he found a reasonable and acceptable situation.

Tap tap tap. ． ． ． ． ．

The footsteps in the mist struck in the hearts of the disciples of Shenwu Sect, getting closer and closer, becoming clearer and clearer.

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath and stared at the entrance of the Mist Land, wanting to see who came out.

Under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, a vague figure finally appeared in the distance.

"Neatly dressed, not laughing or making trouble, not crazy or crazy, just a normal person!"

"Oh my God, this guy came out of this intact!"

"Impossible. Isn't it said that the land of mist is extremely dangerous and dangerous? There is no way in or out?"

“Could it be that this guy didn’t go deep at all?”

When the disciples of the Shenwu Sect saw Ji Wushang's state, they were shocked and filled with doubts.

The moment Ji Wushang stepped out of the fog, Zhang Lang's figure flashed and appeared in front of Ji Wushang. He asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? Can you complete the reward mission of my Shenwu Sect?"

Although he felt that it was impossible for Ji Wushang to do it, he still asked out of duty.

Ji Wushang frowned and said nothing. With a wave of his hand, the body of the white-haired old man appeared on the ground.

As soon as the corpse appeared, without waiting for the reaction of everyone present, the world suddenly sank, and an unprecedented and terrifying coercion shot straight into the sky and spread in all directions.

The face of Zhang Lang, who was nearest, changed drastically. He felt as if he was struck by lightning in an instant. He flew thousands of miles upside down, spurting blood into the sky. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The many Shenwu Sect disciples not far away were horrified, feeling like they were about to be wiped out in ashes.

When hundreds of people were dying, another powerful force fell from the sky and enveloped the body of the old man with white hair.

Under this energy, the half-saint pressure emanating from the body of the white-haired old man was actually suppressed.

Ji Wushang raised his head calmly and looked into the void.

But at this moment, the strange old man was standing like a dazzling sun, holding a golden halberd, and the pressure around him was surging, sweeping across the wind and clouds for thirty thousand miles.

It was this old man who took action!

Ji Wushang was shocked and doubtful. Even after countless years, the pressure of the half-saint's corpse was not something that a peak slayer could easily withstand.

But he was suppressed by this old man with one halberd!

"I see!"

Ji Wushang narrowed his eyes slightly and landed on the golden spur in the old man's hand.

The great power of the Euphorbia is overwhelming, and its breath pressure is countless times more powerful than the best Taoist weapons.

This is definitely a peerless weapon that surpasses Taoist weapons.

The strange old man was able to suppress the power of the Semi-Saint Corpse by himself, presumably with the help of the power of this euphorbia.

Withdrawing his gaze, Ji Wushang looked at the old man again and couldn't help but be stunned.

Because the strange old man was staring directly at the body of the white-haired old man on the ground, his eyes were red, and there were actually tears shining there.

what is this?

Ji Wushang didn't know why.

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little weird.

After a long time, the strange old man moved.

He slowly stepped down from the sky, and when he landed, his body stumbled somewhat unbelievably.

Will a powerful Dao-killing man be unable to stand?

What happened to this old man?

Ji Wushang lowered his head and looked at the body of the white-haired old man. Many conjectures about the relationship between the two emerged in his mind?

Father and son?

brother?

still. ． ．Fencers who love each other?