Sang Ying suddenly turned her head and looked over. The man who was handling the corpses of the two monsters one second ago had already appeared behind her the next second.

If Sang Ying hadn't been a strong-minded person, she would have been so frightened that she would have fallen off the mountain wall.

This man's black hair was scattered on his back, and the robe he wore looked shabby and shabby. It had long lost its original appearance. It looked like it could only serve as a cover for the body.

His face was covered with red scars, and pink scars divided his entire face into several parts.

Sang Ying didn't dare to look at this person too much, but just a glance made her realize that there was nothing under this person's feet!

He is so fast and can walk through the air... Is he a god or an immortal?

Before Sang Ying could figure out the answer, the wild man spoke first: "A little girl with only the ability to transform into gods dares to run to the God and Demon Stream. These days, people who are not afraid of death are getting more and more popular.

Too much."

Sang Ying pursed her lips and explained: "Senior, I didn't come here on purpose. Someone threw me down."

"Interesting, the people who can find this place are either gods or immortals. Why do they have to target you, a human race that has never ascended?" The man kept smiling, but the look he looked at Sang Ying could not be called friendly.

He reached out and Sang Ying just wanted to hide, but she felt her whole body stiffen and could no longer move.

The man grabbed her by the back of her collar and lifted her up: "It's a good harvest today. It just so happens that I'm tired of hunting for this thing every day. I'd better take a living person back to relieve my boredom."

After saying that, he didn't even ask Sang Ying for her opinion, and just carried her away.

Jing Ling in Sang Ying's arms did not dare to say a word, and just huddled in her arms and was taken back to the man's residence.

To be precise, Shenmojian is like a place where gods and immortals throw away garbage. Things here are either broken or polluted.

The man's house was also made up of various tools, especially the roof which was full of holes and couldn't even stop the rain.

Fortunately, it doesn't rain at all in Shenmo Stream.

As soon as the man came back, he threw Sang Ying away. He washed the things he got from the two monsters and stuffed them into his mouth.

Looking from the other side of Sang Ying, one can clearly see that the man stuffed two pieces of crystal into his mouth. This kind of crystal resembles a spiritual stone, but it is somewhat different from a spiritual stone, but it also contains a lot of hidden meanings.

energy.

The man did not release his grip on Sang Ying. After swallowing two pieces of crystal, he raised his fingers towards Sang Ying. Only then did Sang Ying find her voice.

"Tell me about your identity. How did you provoke others and be thrown here?" The man may have been trapped here for too long and was a little lonely.

He asked Sang Ying casually, trying to dig out some of the information he wanted from her.

Sang Ying didn't know the identity of the other party, but just seeing how easily this person could kill two monsters and control herself so easily, she knew that the other party was quite capable.

After all, she has now completed two trials and is only one step away from becoming a god. Even Bai Nianqiu may not be able to control her so easily, so this man is definitely not simple.

Sang Ying did not dare to hide too much, but she still omitted some of the most critical information and briefly told him about the man in black robe.

The man listened with great interest and did not interrupt her. He waited until Sang Ying talked about being chased by a nine-tailed beast and finally met him. Then he sighed: "Strange, why would an immortal target a cultivator like this? What if he was

If I really want you to die, I can just raise my hand and crush you to death, so why do I have to spend so much effort to throw you here?"

Sang Ying's eyes flickered: "Senior, what you mean is that the man in black robe is an immortal?!"

The man didn't deny it.

Sang Ying also quickly believed that if the other party was an immortal, then it would be reasonable for him to easily enter the demonic realm for the first time.

The man looked at Sang Ying more carefully. Not only that, but because Sang Ying could not move now, he reached out and felt her pulse.

Sang Ying only felt a special force flowing from the meridians at her wrist to her whole body. As soon as she had the idea of ​​resisting, a chill ran down her spine, as if her body was warning her not to disobey the man in front of her.

She closed her eyes, but she still didn't dare to take the gamble.

The man successfully explored her meridians and Dantian. He waited until he touched her sea of ​​​​consciousness, but was blocked from it, and finally smiled.

"This is the power of heaven!"

A booming sound came, and for the first time in this god-demon stream that had never seen the light of day, a thunder fell!

The thunder struck right next to the man's house, and such a loud noise also woke up his sleeping neighbor.

The neighbor opened the coffin board and cursed at the broken house not far away: "Haohe, you madman, what are you doing? Can you calm down and let me have a good sleep!"

"

The man named Hao He didn't pay any attention to his neighbor at all. He just looked at Sang Ying, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became: "Interesting, really interesting. I have heard of the reputation of the Son of Heaven before, but I haven't thought about it yet.

I hope I have the chance to see a living person in this life!"

Sang Ying's face turned pale, and her heart was beating wildly.

Jing Ling, who also felt that he had heard some terrible secret and was afraid that he would be silenced, immediately hid the mirror deeper into Sang Ying's arms.

"I don't understand what the senior is talking about." Sang Ying's face remained as usual, and she tried her best to show Hao He a forced smile.

But Hao He laughed and put his big palm on her shoulder: "You don't have to pretend to be stupid here. Although you have never been to Shenmojian and may not have heard of it, the mirror in your arms must be

I’ll tell you.”

The mirror spirit, which was still moving in Sang Ying's arms, immediately stopped. Even though the mirror spirit had no physical body at all, it felt that the sweat on its head was breaking out.

"In addition to the polluted beasts, those who move in the God and Demon Stream are fallen gods... So guess, who am I?" Hao He almost revealed his identity.

Sang Ying closed her eyes, she didn't dare to guess.

She actually doesn't know much about the upper world, and she doesn't know much about the ancient gods. If the old patriarch Shi Bai were here at this moment, he would realize that the name "Haohe" is exactly the same as the first batch of gods who died fighting against the demons.

The leaders' names are exactly the same.

"Little girl, do you want to become a god?" This is what Haohe discovered from her bones.

Sang Ying opened her eyes, and she heard some possibility from the other party's words: "Senior, would you like to help me?"

Haohe smiled, his smile was unfathomable.


Chapter completed!