"Success or failure?" In the dark night sky, the moon was as bright as water. The earth was covered with a layer of faint silver gauze. Facing the faint moonlight, Gu Fantian stood with his hands behind his back, raised his head, staring at the crescent moon hanging high in the night sky. The corners of his mouth moved slightly, as if he felt something, his voice was cold, but his tone was very light.

"Dead?" A black shadow suddenly flashed behind Gu Fantian, the old man who had been following him.

"Die?" Even Gu Fantian, who was calm and composed, couldn't help but take a breath when he heard these two words, his tone trembled, and his expression was slightly moved. He knew Gu Jian's strength very well. He could also be called a master in Gu Yin Sect, but he didn't expect that he would die like this.

However, his slightly shocked expression flew in a flash, and he returned to his calm expression in the blink of an eye. "Interesting, interesting??? Gu Jian actually died in the hands of a Nine-Star Spirit King. Hehe, this is more fun. That black-robed boy is indeed a bit powerful, but???" Gu Fantian paused, and then his tone changed, and his voice became cold again. "As long as he reaches the Xuanhuang Land, he will know that he is powerful."

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It has been a few days since the last assassination incident. Ling Fan has been staying in Zhu Xuan's house these days and has basically never walked out of the gate. He doesn't need to find out any news, but he just needs to find Zhu Xuan directly. So in the past few days, he has seized the opportunity to practice the god-level Taoist art, the Great Heaven Devouring Technique, and strive to be able to practice to the level of small success as soon as possible.

After the failure of the last assassination, Gu Fantian did not send anyone to assassinate Ling Fan these days. Maybe he knew Ling Fan's strength, so he was not doing these meaningless things. Of course, Ling Fan did not take these things seriously, because he was now devoted to studying his great heaven devouring technique.

Today is destined to be a sleepless night, because today is the Xuanyin Night, which only once a year, and it is the best time to enter the Xuanhuang Land. Therefore, today is destined to be uneasy in Xuanhuang City, because many people who covet two attributes will definitely choose to enter tonight, and the scene can be imagined.

At this time, two figures were sitting quietly in the lobby of Zhu Xuan's house. The owner of the house was Zhu Xuan, and the man in the black robe sitting at the lower seat was naturally Ling Fan.

"Sir, tonight is the night of Xuanyin. At that time, many monks will definitely enter the Xuanhuang land. This trip is extremely dangerous. Zhu Xuan is not talented and is willing to open the way for the envoy." Zhu Xuan said.

"The Lord Zhu's kindness is understood, but Master Zhu holds an important position and is responsible for all the affairs of Dan Pavilion in Xuanhuang City. He is very busy every day. Xuanhuang City also needs the protection of Lord Zhu. Moreover, there are many masters this time, so it will be much more convenient to be alone." Ling Fan clasped his fists and politely refused.

"Since the envoy insists on this, I wish the envoy a smooth journey, success, and a spirit of attributes." Seeing Ling Fan refuse, Zhu Xuan no longer forced himself. On that night a few days ago, he still remembered the shock that Ling Fan brought to him. He no longer had any doubts about Ling Fan's strength.

"Okay, thank you Master Zhu, this trip will definitely be successful." Ling Fan stood up and thanked, "I thank you for your reception from Master Zhu these days."

"The Envoy is a messenger. The Envoy is the envoy of the Dan Pavilion, representing the Pavilion Master. It is a great honor to be able to live in a humble house. The humble house is not as good as those big cities and places where the hospitality is not well received, so I would like to ask the Envoy not to forgive me." Zhu Xuan said in fear and fear.

"Master Zhu is too humble. I live here very comfortably. Okay, that's it. I'll go back and prepare first."

"Sir, don't forget to wear black leather clothes and rain fog. These two things are very important. You must enter the mysterious land. If you forget anything, you must not forget these two things." Zhu Xuan finally reminded him.

Ling Fan nodded, said nothing, and then walked out of the lobby.

Time passed quietly in silence, and soon, when the last ray of setting sun on the horizon came to an end, darkness finally slowly enveloped the earth, and the once-year Xuanyin Night came.

Ling Fan was ready to go and changed into a black leather jacket. Since the black leather jacket was also painted black and loose, it was quite considerate of Ling Fan. In addition, there was a rain and fog on his face, which covered his face and did not reveal his appearance. In general, this outfit would not have much impact on Ling Fan's identity exposure.

Ling Fan stood in the empty courtyard and looked up at a bright moon in the night sky. Tonight's moon was no longer a crescent moon, but a full moon the size of a millstone. However, if you observe carefully, this bright moon was not as bright as usual, nor was it as white as usual. On the bright moon with a faint halo, there were also a few faint black lines faintly, and the light around the moon seemed to be emitting a faint black smoke.

The moon tonight looks colder than usual, with a hint of chill. The cold chill is not the chill conveyed through touch, but the chill that directly pierces the heart. However, this chill is very light and will not affect people.

Ling Fan stared for a while, finally withdrew his gaze. His figure flashed quickly, and then flashed out of Zhu Xuan's mansion in the blink of an eye. He had already said goodbye to Zhu Xuan at night, so he flew out of the mansion without saying hello now.

The streets of Xuanhuang City at night are not lively, and it is not an exaggeration to describe them as bleak. There is almost no figure on the street. Of course, this kind of figure obviously refers to ordinary people. I don’t know if Xuanhuang City tonight is the same as usual or just special tonight. In short, there is almost no ordinary human being on the street.

Although there was no ordinary person on the street, it still did not affect the liveliness of the surrounding environment at this time. There were flashing black shadows everywhere. These people were very fast and in the same direction, and they all flashed rapidly outside the city.

Ling Fan's appearance did not attract the attention of others. At this time, those who could appear on the street were nothing more than one purpose, a mysterious land! So he naturally integrated into the vast crowd, and quickly flew out of the city with everyone.

Ling Fan was very fast, so after a while, Ling Fan arrived outside the city gate. He paused slightly, glanced at the direction of the people around him, and found that they were all heading north, so Ling Fan continued to quickly go towards the north.

The surrounding scenery quickly retreated. Ling Fan had now entered the wilderness, with trees and some frightened birds and beasts everywhere.

At this time, he was the same as those around him, and wanted to arrive at the Xuanhuang Land as soon as possible, so no one would spend time observing anyone, and they all rushed to the road.

Time was slowly passing, and Ling Fan guessed that he might have had two or three incense sticks of time to leave the city. Although he had not yet arrived at the Xuanhuang Land, he could vaguely feel that he was getting closer and closer to the Xuanhuang Land, because now he had already felt a faint miasma around him.

These miasma are still very light and almost invisible, so they basically have no effect on Ling Fan and the people around him. Those who have the courage to enter the Xuanhuang Land are no matter how poor their strength are, they are the Spirit King. Even if the spirit master wears black leather clothes and rain and fog, combined with the weather tonight, they will not be able to enter the Xuanhuang Land, because the miasma outside the Xuanhuang Land is too powerful. Therefore, these faint miasma did not have any impact on the speed of these people moving forward.

Ling Fan flew forward again for a while, and gradually, his vision began to become clearer. At the end of his gaze, many figures appeared. These figures stopped moving and all stood quietly. In front of them, there was a gray miasma!

These miasma have condensed into shape, which is gray-brown thick fog. Even with Ling Fan's eyesight, he did not see clearly the appearance of miasma. It seems that he can only see it in the miasma.

Ling Fan also stopped his body. Almost everyone has not entered now. He dared not take the blame for the world. He walked into the miasma openly and watched the public. At this time, it would be better to follow the crowd. If someone is not good at becoming the target of public criticism, he would really cry and call him mom.

Ling Fan stood in the crowd, first glanced around casually, and estimated the number of people, and was shocked. Good guy, there were at least a few hundred people around, and there were still people coming from behind. Ling Fan sighed in his heart that the two attribute spirits appeared in the same place at the same time, and the temptation was indeed not ordinary. But thankfully, most of these people are the strength of the Spirit King, and the number of Spirit Emperor is not very large. As for the Spirit Emperor, they can count it with their fingers.

The people around were standing together in groups of three or five, whispering, and the contents of the conversation were probably about the spirit of attributes. Ling Fan listened intently and said most of the information he knew. He felt bored and his eyes began to focus on the gray miasma.

After a brief observation, he found that these miasma seemed to be subjected to some kind of restraint, as if they were cut off, and only a faint miasma overflowed from it. Therefore, two completely different forms were formed here. The place where they stood was just a faint miasma, and not far ahead was the truly terrifying miasma in the mysterious and deserted land.

At this time, Ling Fan suddenly looked up at the cold moon in the night sky, then lowered his head and carefully observed the miasma. Through his observing eyes and keen feelings, Ling Fan found that there seemed to be a faint trace of black air in the miasma slowly rising and finally gathered on the bright moon.

"Is the moon absorbing the poisonous gas of miasma?" Ling Fan thought to himself. He guessed that the black gas should be the toxins of miasma. The Xuanyin Night is indeed not weak, and it can indeed reduce the power of miasma.

"Okay, now we should basically be here. Let me explain why we blocked everyone's way." Just as Ling Fan was thinking, a loud voice suddenly came from the front of the crowd. (To be continued)
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