It was exactly dusk.

Mother Earth embraces the sky to welcome the dusk.

The distant sky suddenly darkened.

Only a little splendor remains lingering at the intersection of floating clouds and mountaintops.

Such a magnificent scenery cannot make people feel at ease.

The air was eerily silent.

The young man in Chinese attire sitting on the wheeled vehicle looked solemn, and his body was tense as if he was about to jump up from the wheeled vehicle.

He stared in one direction, not daring to move his gaze away at all, as if if he moved away, something would happen that even he could not imagine.

The swordsman wearing a bamboo hat holds the medium-sized box around his waist.

The sword energy ripped through the haze above like the sky, but suddenly it stopped motionless.

Because the person holding the sword did not move.

The brightness of the dry smoke alternated for a moment, and then burned again, like a bright lamp.

There was no surprise in the eyes of the old man in gray robe, as if he had anticipated the arrival of the black shadow.

He coughed twice and said calmly: "I didn't expect you to really get divine help."

"Old man Cui, what do you mean?"

The swordsman held down the sword box and asked in surprise and confusion.

Deep doubt even flashed in his eyes.

This is so abnormal.

Using escape techniques in the forbidden land will cause great damage to oneself.

The rejection of mana prevents them from flying out of the light.

How could this person come so quickly?

The most important thing is that they stood on the hill to deal with the saint with intelligence, but the saint came directly to visit them.

In a forbidden place where spiritual consciousness cannot be spread, what method does the other party use to detect their location?

His first reaction was that of a traitor.

Someone tipped off the news.

Perhaps this traitor is among the four of them.

Or maybe it's just like the speculation just now, they are just pawns similar to Long Qi. The people behind them have sold them out long ago, and they still came here stupidly.

If this is the case, the situation will be very bad for them.

Abandoned children never end well.

That's why I ask this question.

Old Cui, who was smoking a dry cigarette, stared at the figure without answering the swordsman's question: "Our trial has yielded quite a harvest."

"What on earth do you mean?!" The swordsman was furious.

It seems that according to Old Man Cui, the four of them are pawns to test each other.

Although he had already expected this in his mind, his dignity as a major cultivator still made him irritable when someone ignored him.

"Do you know why he locked onto our location so quickly?"

Without waiting for the angry swordsman to speak, Old Man Cui gave the answer: "The Heavenly Lord who died in the Forbidden Land came to help."

"To him who has opened his eyes, we are like blind men."

A black and red figure composed of burned ashes emerged with two divine lights.

Just like the cycle of birth and death of yin and yang.

The breeze blew by, and the fluttering corners of the Taoist robe covered up his tall body.

Wave your hands lightly.

The accompanying mist is like a gathered cloak, revealing a face that looks like it was forged from the icy peaks of distant mountains.

Under the loose dark red hair, he looks even more pale.

Look slightly sideways.

Ghosts and gods look at you.

"You know a lot."

"The saint is full of praise." Old Cui laughed dryly.

"Don't talk too much nonsense with him."

"In the Forbidden Land, not to mention saints, even if they are great saints who can reach heaven, they will only be suppressed even more. This is equivalent to infinitely narrowing the gap between us and saints. It is not that we have not fought.

The power." The swordsman held up his guard, and under his bamboo hat was a pair of divine eyes that were as bright as a mysterious light.

The young man sitting on the wheel glanced at the swordsman.

What the swordsman said makes sense.

However, even if all of them have lost their cultivation.

The saint could beat them to death just by virtue of his extraordinary physical strength.

Swarming up just increases the chance of winning by 10% to 20%.

Don’t think that the forbidden land of God can protect the safety of the weak.

The strong stay strong.

In the same suppressed state, the saint can even exert more powerful strength despite the original damage, even more powerful than in the outside world.

Therefore, it is best not to take action if you can.

There is no benefit in angering the other person.

In fact, he didn't quite understand.

Ordinary saints who don't test them first, how can they come directly to argue with them like this?

Compared with saints, they are like ants.

If you want to kill a saint, you have to pay a huge price.

It just so happened that he could still afford such a price, but the question was, even if they could kill this great saint, would they definitely be favored by the Heavenly King?

Young people think not.

If he were Tianjun, he would not choose them when he had so many good choices.

Only if you show enough talent to surpass these better options.

The Ghost Saint did not blame the swordsman for his rudeness. He did not maintain his identity as a senior, nor did he need others to worship him. He just put aside his robe, looked at the old man Cui who was smoking a cigarette, and said lightly: "Let your envoy come here, I will

Spare your lives, but if you spit out even half a word of "no", your body and soul will be shattered."

Tu Shanjun said it calmly, but everyone heard it with boundless horror.

The woman in palace attire quietly looked at the tall man who was speaking with her beautiful eyes, and for a moment she looked back uncertainly.

Don't take it for granted that everything they say is just rhetoric.

It's true that when a great sage comes, everyone becomes a quail.

Even the most arrogant swordsman suggested that everyone join forces.

Old Man Cui chuckled and said: "Why do saints have to push each other hard? Rabbits will bite when they are anxious. Moreover, once we alert the Shangqing ancestor in the city, even the saint will be in trouble. Why don't we ask the saint to show his noble hand?

Let us go, and I promise I will never come to Wanning County again."

"Ah!"

"It turns out you are afraid."

The swordsman sneered and said with a sneer: "I am really blind to cooperate with you bunch of rats."

Everyone's expressions froze.

The young man in colorful clothes exhaled a long breath: "The feat of slaughtering the saint is today!"

What a term for a saint.

Represents the extraordinary.

As long as they can kill a saint, no matter what method they use or where they are, they will become famous.

It is true that the younger generation of peers ranks based on talent, but real achievements are far more convincing to others than false promises of the future, and can also win the favor of the family.

"Take action!"

The words were not spoken yet.
To be continued...