Ling Tiansu glanced at him and asked, "You came to this ancient land to find the bloody grass, have you ever obtained it?"

As soon as I asked, there was not much dissimilar color on my face.

However, Li Yiyi's face changed slightly, and she immediately said with a cold voice: "What are you asking about this?"

Young Master Shuangrong frowned and stopped her words with gentle eyes: "Cousin, don't be rude."

Ling Tiansu sneered in his heart. He was afraid of the well rope for ten years by being bitten by a snake.

If he would have become greedy for the Blood Grass, he would not have spent much effort to save them and would just take action to snatch them.

Obviously Shuangrong also understood this. He smiled apologetically from Ling Tiansu and said, "I got it, but fortunately, it was not taken away by the people from Baiyu Cave."

Ling Tiansu said: "Since you have it, then you and your cousin leave the ancient land earlier. You are seriously injured. Wusan ointment can only treat your external injuries, and internal injuries need to be well treated."

For Ling Tiansu, although Shuangrong and Li Yiyi are not strong enough, they are still unable to be together.

In addition, the injury of both cases is difficult to calm down, so staying here is a burden.

Li Yiyi immediately snorted coldly: "No need to worry, we'll leave now."

Young Master Shuangrong frowned and looked at Ling Tiansu and asked, "The prince still wants something in this ancient place. If so, Shuangrong will do his best."

Li Yiyi said angrily: "What kind of effort is there? You won't save your mother?"

Young Master Shuangrong smiled bitterly and said, "How can you not return the favors? My mother's plague can be safe and sound within two years under the suppression of Baiyu Guiling Ambergris. Or... cousin, you leave first with the Blood Grass."

Li Yiyi said with a hint of crying, "Are you going to drive me away? We have been together for so many years, and you want me to leave because of an outsider? I won't leave! I won't go anywhere!"

"Okay, okay, if you like to stay, if you like to leave, if you like to leave, this matter has nothing to do with me, so you can chat slowly."

Ling Tiansu was the most embarrassed about this scene. He rubbed his forehead and left the tent.

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The atmosphere in Yong'an City is as harmonious as ever, and the people of the people continue to manage their livelihood issues.

Even when they were raising their heads, they saw the huge starry night like a loophole in the sky in the distance, they had long been accustomed to it.

At first they thought the sky was about to collapse, but when they saw the old man wandering above the sky.

Wherever I passed, there was no terrible monster coming from that starry night, and even sewing the starry night intact, and there was no trace of cracks in the sky.

They knew that with this sword god, they could be safe and sound.

At least... the sky above their heads has returned to its blue color.

Looking at the gray old man who was leaving, they all smiled knowingly.

Yun Changkong was not on duty today. He held a black sheathed sword in his arms and sat next to a stone lion.

He looked up at the sky worriedly, and looked at the starry night hole gradually dissipating above Yong'an City, and his heart became more and more depressed.

He wanted to enter the ancient land, but he had the responsibility. In addition, he had only broken through the soul-condensing realm a few days ago, and he could not enter the sky with his own strength.

Anyone with the strength of the Ye family army did not enter the ancient land, but cooperated with Lord Xing Jing to repair the sky.

He is still the most inconspicuous shadow in the shadow servant, and he is not even qualified to participate in the mission.

He unconsciously rubbed the sword sheath with his hands, raised his head and looked at the clouds chasing the wind in the sky.

He suddenly felt that the height was so far that he could not touch it no matter how far he stood on tiptoe.

He sighed and was about to jump off the stone lion.

At this moment, Yun Changkong's eardrum suddenly shook, and he suddenly turned around!

At that moment, he seemed to hear something, and he seemed to hear nothing.

It was a very strange feeling, as if there was an inexplicable sound, and in that brief moment, it had an indescribable resonance with his soul.

The hand holding the knife was trembling slightly.

Yun Changkong stood up from the stone lion and looked at the tall man in front of him at some point.

The man was naked and looked ordinary and young. Even the blue shirt on his body was extremely ordinary. His slightly weak appearance reminded people of students from a certain college.

But Yun Changkong knew that he was definitely not a student, and he was even more unlikely to be a person in Yong'an City.

Because the moment this person appeared, he clearly felt the strangeness of this space that was isolated from the external space.

He has been joining the Shadow Suit for a year.

Although he did not make much progress in his realm cultivation, more than a year was enough to integrate him into the life of the Shadow Master.

The shadow servants all have their own tacit understanding and induction connection.

Although Yong'an City is big, its shadow is everywhere, let alone this small long street.

But at this moment, he seemed to be back when he was alone in the Dead Lane.

The bond that was built with his companions disappeared without a trace because of the appearance of the person in front of him.

Yun Changkong knew that the person in front of him was very strong, and he was no longer the rookie who didn't understand cultivation back then.

He knew that the only one who could cause the current power to isolate the breath of the external space in such a way.

He did not see someone stronger than him and flee like he did back then, even though the person in front of him showed a strong fighting spirit all over his body.

The powerful fighting spirit that was as powerful as the substance made his muscles and bones tightly tight!

The lion's head was cracked inch by inch, and the invisible gravity burst out from the crack.

The young man walked closer step by step, his eyes as if exposed to the flames, with a strong fighting spirit and a sharp edge!

He took every step calmly.

With each step, the cracks of the stone lion under Yun Changkong's body will deepen a little, and it also means that the pressure on Yun Changkong's body will be doubled.

Until the young man was five steps away from Yun Changkong.

A rush!

The huge stone lion under Yun Changkong has turned into gravel on the ground.

Yun Changkong stood among the gravel, his face had already turned pale like snow.

When the bones were being crushed by irresistible gravity, the invisible pressure seemed to be wrapped in countless steel needles, bringing indescribable severe pain to his body.

If it were a year ago, this strong pain would have fallen to the ground when the first crack appeared on the stone lion.

But now his strength is not only his cultivation level, but also his thoughts like hell that he suffered in the Shadow Suit for a year.

He was covered in pain and wet his clothes, and his right hand came to the hilt of the knife.

He did not try to pull his sword to support his body with a long knife.

The young man's ordinary eyebrows were slightly raised, as if he was surprised that under the pressure of absolute realm, he could still have the courage to draw his sword.

He smiled slightly, stopped, looked at his sword drawing and said, "If you think I dare not kill someone in this Yong'an City, that would be a big mistake."

While the young man chuckled, the fighting spirit released from his body began to change, turning into a terrifying murderous intent.

Faced with this murderous intent that made the scalp numb, Yun Changkong paused slightly, and his heel was slightly soft and could hardly stand.

The young man clearly had a smile on his eyes, but Yun Changkong looked straight at the ordinary smiling eyes, but he felt like he was both heartbroken.

He subconsciously swallowed his saliva, fear in his eyes turned into a look of perseverance, and he held the knife in his hand tightly again.

The young man smiled and looked at Yun Changkong with a cold look and said seriously: "If you draw your sword, I will really kill you."

The murderous intent was all over the sky and the young man was taken back. At this moment, the long street was so quiet that it could not even be heard at all.

Yun Changkong couldn't even hear his own heartbeat.

His heart fell into a moment of confusion. When the young man said that sentence to restrain his murderous intent, he felt his heartbeat had stopped.

But the young man has clearly never taken action since he appeared.

The pale lips were dyed with a layer of bright red, and a thin blood-red line continued to overflow from the corners of his lips.

After living for nineteen years, even though he spent seven such frosty nights wrapped in mud and garbage in the dead alley, he was not as close to death as today.

He was sure that this person's strength was definitely not an ordinary strong man.

Yun Changkong looked at the man making a noise, and suddenly, his blood-stained lips chuckled.

"I'm really scared to be a lord. When facing an enemy, if you even pull out the knife, you don't need to kill me. I can break it by myself."

After saying this, it seemed as if confirming your determination. He gently pushed the hilt with his thumb, revealing a bright blade.

The young man with an ordinary appearance didn't say anything more, and stepped out his feet again like a walk in the courtyard.

A simple step has a completely different reaction from the moment.

Yun Changkong groaned, and an unbearable look of pain appeared on his face.

Because he clearly felt that the dantian Qihai, which stored the Yuanli cultivation under his abdomen, had begun to produce cracks that were difficult to repair in this life.

An invisible air flowed out from his dantian wildly.

Yun Changkong grinned and knew that no matter what price he paid today, he would not be able to defeat the person in front of him. It can even be said that he did not even have the ability to hurt him.

Although he didn't know why his heart stopped, he could still keep his mind clear and action.

He just stubbornly thought that he should draw his own knife before he died completely.

Because this is his only pride as a shadow servant.

The muscles of his arm holding the hilt were tightened to the extreme. He poured all his strength on his right hand and pulled out the knife inch by inch.

His bones made an embarrassing "cry" sound.

The young man took another step with a smile, Yun Changkong half-kneeled on the ground, the Qi sea in Dantian had completely collapsed and flowed, and he had no hope of practicing for his whole life.

(ps: Comrade Xiaoyun, who has been passers-by for a long time, has finally come on stage. He is really not just a passerby.)
Chapter completed!