The Ancient Vast Realm

As a sinister voice sounded, a skinny old man who was about ten feet tall, wearing linen clothes, and as thin as a stick emerged from behind the Winged Man strongman, revealing himself to everyone.

It turned out that at some point, a huge translucent spider web had covered the air, and the Winged Man strongman had fallen on this spider web before, and was unable to break free for a while, so he was caught by the old man.

The skinny old man's five dry fingers deeply inserted into the head of the Winged Man strongman, and the bright red blood slowly flowed down his face.

He held the Winged Man strongman's body with his right hand, and took out a palm-sized black jar with his left hand. As his lips moved slightly, a confused soul was taken out of the corpse by the skinny old man and directly stuffed into the black jar.

"Well, the breath of the soul is really charming!"

An evil smile appeared on the skinny old man's old face, and he sniffed the black jar in a somewhat morbid way.

After collecting the soul into the black jar, the skinny old man moved his fingers and the golden bubble was already in his palm, floating in the air. As for the body of the Winged Man, he threw it down casually, making a muffled sound.

The skinny old man looked at the golden bubble in his hand with an obsessed look, watching the liquid like golden grease slowly sinking and floating in the bubble, and the corners of his mouth almost couldn't stop cracking, like a demon.

"Hahaha, the Great Sun Essence, with you, why worry about not being able to achieve the Great Dao?"

The skinny old man laughed wildly, but suddenly, he remembered that there seemed to be a few annoying guys around, so he barely suppressed the excitement in his heart and swept down.

The rest of the people were fine, whether it was the Zimeng people who had attacked the Winged Man before or the other two people with a pair of silver-shining claws who had not yet taken action, they just looked at him from a distance with fear.

But when the skinny old man looked at Feng Xuan and the others, he was a little stunned.

He thought that he and his men had robbed Feng Xuan and his men of their things, and that the other party would be furious because of this. However, he never expected to see a few faces that were still calm, and even looked at them as if they were dead.

"Just these few people?"

Yin Feng looked at the sudden scene in front of him and said with a somewhat bored expression.

With their spiritual perception, they naturally noticed that someone had been following them all the way, but they had been too lazy to pay more attention to it. The appearance of the skinny old man and others at this time was naturally not surprising to them.

"Kill them, we don't have much time left."

Feng Xuan's eyes were indifferent, and he didn't even look at the skinny old man and others. He just looked down from time to time with his eyebrows slightly frowned.

As soon as Feng Xuan finished speaking, the expressions of both the skinny old man and the Zimeng tribe changed.

All of them were strong men. Although Feng Xuan's voice was not loud, he did not cover it up, so they naturally heard it clearly.

The people of the Purple Meng Clan and the Steel Claw Clan could not help but retreat slightly, appearing extremely cautious, and they were about to retreat immediately if something went wrong.

"Haha, what an arrogant boy! Let me see what you have to say such arrogant words!"

Unlike the people of the Purple Meng Clan, the skinny old man smiled grimly upon hearing this, and two huge figures appeared in front of him with a wave of his hand.

Each of the two figures was more than 20 feet in size, with skin like stone, hideous and ugly faces like dogs and beasts, and a pair of huge bat wings on their backs, which turned out to be two gargoyles.

As soon as the two gargoyles appeared, a fierce and brutal aura emanated from them, almost as fierce as the dead Winged Clan strongman.

"Corpse puppet?"

Feng Xuan's attention was finally attracted by the two gargoyles in front of him, and he exclaimed in surprise.

The two gargoyles in front of him were not alive. Their slightly dull eyes and lifeless bodies explained everything.

However, in Feng Xuan's perception, the two gargoyles still exuded a powerful aura of the late stage of the Sky Control Realm, which was extremely extraordinary.

"You have some vision. Originally, I was in a good mood after getting the Great Sun Divine Essence. I wanted to let you go, but now, I have changed my mind."

After summoning the two puppets, the skinny old man looked at Feng Xuan and his friends with a sinister smile, which was extremely terrifying.

"Disgusting guy, the aura of the demon is still so rotten."

Feng Xuan had long recognized that the old man was not an ordinary human cultivator, but a demon who had already been demonized in the Black Domain, just like the demons and monsters at the beginning.

But when the old man was talking to Feng Xuan and his friends, the powerful man of the Zimeng tribe who had failed to get the Great Sun Divine Essence fled away without saying a word, and no longer had any nostalgia for the Great Sun Divine Essence.

When the skinny old man summoned two puppets, the strong man of the Zimeng tribe knew that since he had failed to get the Great Sun Essence just now, facing so many people present and the terrifying old man, he would not have any chance.

The strong man of the Winged People was not weak, but he was killed in an instant by the skinny old man of the Human Race. The opponent's strength was definitely not something he could easily deal with.

Then there were Feng Xuan and his men. Although Feng Xuan and his men had never made a move when they followed secretly, they were extraordinary in terms of speed and perception, and they were definitely not weak.

The reason why he dared to follow them before was just because he relied on the advantage of the enemy being in the open and his being in the dark.

The Zimeng tribe was an excellent assassin, but never a very good fighter.

Besides, he was alone after all. At this time, the two sides were facing each other. Naturally, he had no interest in participating in the fight between the two sides. It was of course the best opportunity to escape now.

And the same idea as him, there were two other weaker Steel Claws. The two Steel Claws were only half a beat slower than the Purple Meng, and they immediately turned into two silver streams of light and fled to the back.

The skinny old man ignored the three people who escaped, but continued to watch Feng Xuan and the other two. In his heart, Feng Xuan and the others were the most important.

However, when the Purple Meng strongman had just run less than a hundred meters, a laugh suddenly appeared in his ears.

"Is it too late to leave now?"

Hearing these words that suddenly appeared in his ears, as if they were just two inches behind him, the Purple Meng strongman was startled, and the short thorn in his hand was swung behind him without hesitation.

But with this swing, he didn't even cut anything, and he immediately thought it was not good.

Tsk!

After a slight sound, the short body of the Purple Meng clan strongman froze, and the body that was rushing forward stopped. At some point, a long knife as black as ink pierced through the front of his head and went straight out from behind his head.

In front of the Purple Meng clan strongman, Yin Feng pulled the long knife out of his head with a smile on his face, and just flicked it lightly, and the blood stains on the blade immediately slid off, without a single drop of blood.