I Studied Beheading in a Mental Institution.

Suddenly, as if he saw something, his eyes narrowed slightly.

A moment later, he jumped off the roof and landed directly beside everyone.

"Qiye, what's the matter? Did you see the mainland?" Baili Pangpang asked excitedly.

Lin Qiye frowned slightly, and shook his head, "No... I saw a person standing on the sea in front of me."

"Standing person?" An Qingyu seemed to have thought of something, "Could it be Commander Ye?"

When they came out of the fasting place, Ye Fan stepped on the sea to find them. At this time, such a figure appeared on the border of Daxia, and it was hard not to think of him.

"It's not like." Lin Qiye shook his head firmly, "There is a small boat under his feet, but what it looks like, it's too far away, I can't see it."

boat?

Everyone looked at each other and saw the doubt in each other's eyes.

The good news is that those gods should not be standing on the sea in small boats. They usually choose other moving methods with higher force. The bad news is...

It is impossible for normal people to step on a boat in the fog!

What's wrong with this person?

After Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment, he handed the heart he was holding to Chen Han, and solemnly said:

"Let's take a look. You two stay here, and you must protect the heart of Senior Juggernaut!"

Chen Han took the heart, and there was worry in his eyes, but he still didn't say much, and nodded heavily.

"let's go."

Lin Qiye held Zhanbai in his hand, stepped on [Somersault Cloud], flew out of Fengdu Law together with other members, and crashed into the mist.

Passing through the vast sea, everyone finally saw the figure that Lin Qiye had mentioned.

In the mist, on the rough sea, a flat boat floated quietly on the water like a rock, no matter how the waves stirred it, it didn't shake or tremble in the slightest.

And on the leafy boat, a figure was sitting hunched in it, coughing lightly.

He was wearing a gray cloak, with a long knife on his waist, and his dry silver-white hair fluttered gently in the mist. Every time he coughed, a scarlet blood would be left on his palm, which sounded extremely old.

boom--!

Suddenly, a cloud of blood burst out from his shoulders.

After the blood mist disintegrated, it turned into white threads and dissipated in the air...

But the next moment, the time around him was violently distorted, and the white silk that had dissipated returned again, condensed into a blood mist, and replenished into his body.

Everything, as if never happened.

"Cough cough cough..." His cough became more and more intense!

"That's..." Lin Qiye looked at this familiar figure, his pupils shrank slightly.

In the mist, the figure sitting hunched in the boat slowly raised his head.

On his face was a familiar mask.

On the mask, there is a word written in black font.

--king.

Chapter 577 I'll kill him

"Turn?"

An Qingyu saw the blood mist and white threads floating out of the figure, and disbelief appeared in his eyes.

This scene is too familiar to them.

Not long ago, Zhou Ping, who stepped into the realm of the gods and mastered the law of swords, disappeared in the process of transformation...

The person in front of him is actually transforming himself?

In other words, he has also stepped into the divine realm and mastered a certain law?

An Qingyu, Jiang Er, and Jia Lan were very puzzled by this, but the other four stayed in place like sculptures.

Lin Qiye, Cao Yuan, Baili Pangpang and Shen Qingzhu looked at each other, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes!

The gray cloak, the long white knife at the waist, and the mask with the word "King" on it...all these seem to reveal his identity.

They have seen this man.

The fourth special team of the Great Xia Night Watch, [Masked] team leader, Wang Mian.

Lin Qiye would never admit his mistake. Back then when they first entered the training camp, the [Masquerade] team conducted actual combat exercises with them. He even faced the King Face who had suppressed the realm head-on.

That [Yiyuan] handle is still fresh in his memory.

But the problem is... Wang Mian is just a captain in the "Klein" realm, and he has not stepped into the human ceiling realm, so how could he start to transform?

What's more, he is still a young man who is less than 30 years old. How come he suddenly looks like a 70-[-]-year-old man?

And why is he sitting on a small boat alone, holding a knife and sitting on the surface of the sea?

Endless doubts emerged in the hearts of several people, Lin Qiye stared at the white-haired figure, and tentatively said:

"King's face?"

Whoa-! !

A wave hit the small boat, and the rushing water splashed in all directions, but not a drop of water fell on the old figure, and there was not even a single water stain on the inside of the small boat.

The figure was driving the boat, sitting on the rough sea, like a sculpture motionless.

He didn't answer. Under the "king" mask, those deep eyes stared at the seven people in front of him. After a long time, he slowly closed his eyes.

His right hand, full of wrinkles and age spots, rested lightly on the handle of the knife at his waist.

The tumbling sea stopped instantly!

The white waves are fixed on the sea surface, the floating clouds are embedded in the blue sky, the water drops are floating in all directions, and the smooth spherical surface clearly reflects the sculptural figures of Lin Qiye and Seven People.

In the hazy mist, [Yi Yuan] slowly unsheathed.

The bright blade reflected a long river of time flowing like silk and satin, exuding light blue light, the moment the long sword was unsheathed, the old figure coughed violently again.

"Cough cough cough..."

Scarlet blood coughed in the boat, his right hand clenched the handle of the knife, and the blade slowly slashed towards the seven figures.

Snapped--!

One foot stepped forward, stepping on the sea stopped by time, splashing a splash of water.

Under the "king" mask, those old eyes suddenly opened.

Among the seven people who were supposed to be frozen in time, the girl in a dark blue Han robe with black hair like a waterfall took a step forward, opened her arms, and stood in front of the other six people, looking at him with vigilant and fierce eyes .

Under the mask, the man's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a while, he sighed helplessly.

"Your time... I almost forgot that you are here at this time."

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Jia Lan said coldly.

"It doesn't matter who I am." He said slowly, "I... come to kill people."

Jia Lan's brows were tightly furrowed, and killing intent erupted in his eyes.

"You want to kill them? Do you dare?"

She stretched out her hand to pat the black box on her back, and the golden [Tianque] spear fell into her hand. The tip of the spear shone with a dazzling golden light, and the surging breath stirred up ripples on the surrounding peaceful sea again.

The man shook his head.

"I don't kill everyone, I only kill one person." His old voice echoed in the air, "He must die here... Otherwise, he will become the nightmare of the whole world in the future."

"Who?"

The white-haired figure slowly raised his hand, pointing his fingertips at one of the seven people.

Jia Lan's eyes fell on the man, and his brows frowned even tighter.

She turned her head and said firmly, "I can't let you kill him."

"If he does not die, hundreds of millions of souls will die because of him."

"I do not believe."

"I have seen."

"I haven't seen it!" Jia Lan stared at the eyes under the mask, and said every word, "We are the [Night Curtain] team, and he is one of us. We have made an oath, Will be invincible under the night...

It is impossible for me to watch my companion die in front of me just because of your illusory words.

I believe in every single one of them.

But I don't believe you. "

Jia Lan held the golden spear in his hand, his eyes were full of determination and firmness, "Today, as long as I'm still here, you won't be able to kill anyone."

On the sea, the old man sitting alone in the lone boat fell silent.

"A companion..."

He lowered his head slowly, looking at his old but spotless gray cloak.

In his eyes, deep nostalgia and sadness emerged... The fingers covered with spots, unconsciously, gently rubbed the corner of the cloak.

Time seemed to stand still.

In those cloudy eyes, one after another, those young figures who were also wearing gray cloaks and masks of various colors were reflected, laughing and cursing...

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In a flash.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the figure standing on the sea, holding a spear.

"You, really want to stop me?"

"want."