Looking at the black-robed ghost in front of him, he seemed confident.
Chen Yi's expression became even weirder.
Sudden.
He laughed out loud.
At this moment, an extremely dangerous energy flashed past, and the black-robed ghost's facial expression froze, and he felt that a string suddenly broke in the deepest part of his mind.
It's a sixth sense.
The most primitive biological warning instinct for danger.
However.
Before he could react, the next second, a cool air passed across his neck, and then there seemed to be some kind of material flow. The ghost was stunned at first, and then its eyes widened.
He subconsciously lowered his head to check.
"Gulu."
Heads on the ground!
Too fast.
Everything happened in the midst of lightning and flint without any warning, so that even until death, this mortal-killing ghost remained in a state of disbelief.
Chen Yi curled his lips, sheathed his sword, and turned back to the ruined temple. He didn't even bother to clean up the body that fell in front of the temple door, as if he was killing an insignificant ant.
He was calm from beginning to end, with no mood swings at all.
People don't care about the life and death of a humble insect. Even if the insect has spoken rudely to him or made provocative words and deeds, it will not make him feel angry.
In Chen Yi's opinion, the black-robed ghost's actions of announcing itself to his family and even threatening him covertly and covertly were as pale and powerless as an immature child threatening an adult.
The color is sharp and the heart is full.
True.
In the era when the white fox face was born.
Subsequently, countless supreme beings appeared that could be called "the original beginning of a certain law and avenue", and among them there were many peerless evil demons who could compete with Bai Hu'erlian.
They even rose up and challenged the authority of the Chaos King.
but.
How dare you show off your courage when your generals are defeated?
The black-robed ghost's level of support was enough to move out.
Chen Yi really didn't feel it had any deterrent effect, he just thought it was ridiculous. Spending some time to kill him was already the greatest gift to this frog in the well.
Just kill him, no one will offend Baihuerlian for a little mortal-killing monk, and Baihuerlian will kill him all over the nine heavens and ten earths.
This is where his confidence lies.
…
The netherworld.
Not long after the death of the black-robed ghost, the calm and dead waves in the past suddenly turned into the strange Three Thousand Weak Water River, suddenly churning with layers of turbid waves.
Immediately afterwards.
Blood-red flowers bloomed one after another on the barren and barren riverbank.
soon.
There is a sea of flowers on both sides of the bank, half of which has flowers but no leaves. The flowers are like human faces, as if crying or smiling. The other half is leafy but without flowers, with water drops condensed by Yin Qi hanging down.
Not long after.
I had never seen a living creature in thousands of years. On both sides of the Yellow Spring, two shadows appeared out of thin air and spread out from the ground. However, no human beings could be seen, only looking across the river.
Obviously.
Both parties are deliberately hiding their identities.
"The messenger is dead."
After a short moment of silence, the shadow on the left bank took the lead in making a sound, low and ethereal, with each word accompanied by a pause. It was also the result of deliberate modification and change, and it was also concealing.
They seemed to be planning some earth-shattering event, and all the details were handled with extra care and meticulousness. Not only were their real bodies not here, but their incarnations were also not here.
I deliberately processed my voice before speaking.
In fact, every time they say a word or even make an action, they will erase the traces in front of them, just like walking on the snow and sweeping away the footprints with a broom.
He is trying his best to avoid and hide his own cause and effect.
Not daring to slack off at all, walking on thin ice for fear of being noticed by some existence.
If you are so meticulous, you must have a big plan!
