A powerful aura emanated from the body of Monk Jiujie. At this time, he was like a beast locked in a cage.

Xia Zhiyan's delicate face showed a look of astonishment. The Jiujie monk she knew was only average in talent outside the mountain. Compared with geniuses like them, he couldn't stand on the stage at all.

No matter how fast you practice, you are still in the spiritual realm at this time.

But the opponent broke through.

It’s been a while since we last met, and the other party has already reached the Iron Bone Realm. Is this because he has taken a panacea?

"What does Master Jiujie mean?" Xia Zhiyan suppressed the shock in her heart and pretended to be calm.

Her experience is very extraordinary. From being a young lady from a wealthy family to where she is now, she has completely changed into a different person.

She considers herself to be a destined person and a witch, so she has full confidence.

Monk Jiujie smiled and said: "Donor Xia, there is no need to be wary. I just want you to know that what I said is not false."

"The Night Sect is so powerful that even I can soar into the sky in a short period of time, let alone you?"

"What is night?" Xia Zhiyan was a little convinced.

"Ye Mu is a disaster, but Ye Mu is not a monster. Only those who believe in the Ye Mu religion can survive the disaster and usher in the next bright era." Monk Jiujie is extremely pious.

Wearing a flawless cassock, he was rushing through the mountains and forests from a distance. The sunlight that passed through the poisonous barrier was imprinted on his body, making his figure look thin and noble.

He has gone through the formal baptism of the Night Veil Cult and is no longer a non-staff member.

The cassock flapped, and the corners of the clothes that were slightly undulated by the wind were rolled up, catching a ray of twilight.

His shadow is cast on the ground, and because the sun is too close to the horizon, his shadow is infinitely elongated.

He took a few steps towards the direction of the sun, and the shadow grew a few inches longer.

"Although we call ourselves the Night Sect, we yearn for a peaceful and beautiful world, full of sunshine and warmth. We are neither on the side of humans nor on the side of monsters."

"Because of awe, I believe in the night."

"Our members will walk through the darkest and coldest night under the leadership of Ye Zun. When those sages die, and when the mountain gates of their powerful forces become monuments, only we can survive the long night.

Toward the next dawn."

Xia Zhiyan seemed to be urged to death, her pupils gradually dilated, but at a certain point, she suddenly woke up, and her back was covered with cold sweat.

Her voice was slightly cold: "What an illusion."

"It's not an illusion, it's just summoning the true self of Donor Xia."

Xia Zhiyan asked solemnly: "You still haven't answered me, what is the Night Sect? Why is there a disaster? Otherwise, I will only think that you are just a group of low-level forces trying to rise with the help of the impending chaos of the world.

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"I don't know what the disaster is." Monk Jiujie said directly, "But night has fallen, and it will never disappear in this world."

"It's there, so we believe it."

"It's a mysterious and mysterious feeling. You can understand the night as the Taoist way of heaven, or the so-called light of the Sanxian Sect, or a certain kind of law."

"Now, the night has not completely spread, but no one can stop its pace."

The voice of Monk Jiujie carried a strange demonic quality. Behind him, more than thirty members of the Night Sect wearing black robes and clown masks knelt down on one knee and tapped their foreheads with their right index fingers.

Lines of black ink-like liquid dripped from their eyebrows, fell to the ground, and flowed towards Xia Zhiyan like hundreds of streams.

"Almsgiver Xia, you don't have to worry about anything, and you don't have to do anything. You just need to think about what you desire most."

Xia Zhiyan wanted to resist, but the black liquid locked her body and even her soul.

The sight was lost in front of her, and she felt everything became extremely dark. Her body was falling, as if there was an abyss, and something was calling her from the bottom.

She is determined because she has always believed that she is the destined person. She has experienced so many hardships but has not died. She has even mastered the art of reincarnation.

Since she was not dead before, God will not let her die now.

Moreover, what she desires most is to kill Qi Chen.

She thought Qi Chen would die again and again, but every time, the other party did not die either.

Especially the latest time, Qi Chen actually broke the trap set by the temple, causing those venerables to lose face.

If Qi Chen doesn't die, how can he die?

As a result, she fell faster.

She didn't know how long it took before her feet landed on the ground. She felt like she was stepping on withered leaves, which made a crisp crackling sound.

The air is a little moist, the soil is a little soft, and it's dark here, but it's not cold, as if there's a different kind of warmth.

But soon, she felt something was wrong.

This darkness was too long. She was looking forward to the sun rising, looking forward to someone speaking, and even looking forward to a sudden storm.

Is this night?

Finally, the wind picked up, and she felt the dead leaves flying up from the soles of her feet.

Xia Zhiyan kept walking forward without realizing it.

Those leaves slapped against her skin, and then continued to blend in. She even felt her skin split, forming a ferocious mouth, and finally swallowed these dead leaves.

At this moment, black and shiny smoke slowly condensed three feet above her head.

It was a full moon.

It is also a black moon.

Only the edge of the black moon turned blood red.

Monk Jiujie stared blankly at Xia Zhiyan, his dark eyes suddenly filled with light.

He was facing the direction of the setting sun, so Xia Zhiyan had his back to the sun, so that when he looked over, it was pitch black.

And on the ground, there was an even darker shadow.

Behind him, every member of the Night Sect was at least in the Spiritual Realm. They had been huddled in the mountains for a long time, and finally waited for a Night Lord, but they died outside the mountain.

They were confused, they were at a loss, like newborn cubs separated from their mother.

But now, they saw the night.

They took off their masks and looked forward piously, with tears streaming down their faces. They originally knelt on one knee instead of kneeling on both knees.

Monk Jiujie also knelt down, looking excited.

Xia Zhiyan opened her eyes, her pupils like black moons.

Her aura changed again, more indifferent than before, like a wind from the polar regions.

She raised her head and looked at the black moon above her head, exuding a powerful force.

She lowered her head and looked at the kneeling believers in front of her.

Until now, she doesn't know what night is, but she knows that night really exists.

And she is the Night Lord of this generation.

Feeling the power coming from her body, Xia Zhiyan was slightly surprised. Although she had a special body and entered the Spiritual Movement Realm, she did not expect that at this moment, after a night walk, she would enter the Iron Bone Realm.

Breaking through, nothing more than that.

How can any genius in the mountains compare to her?

What makes Xia Zhiyan even more excited is that this time, she also did not experience a natural disaster.

"Master Jiujie, don't you think it's strange why I don't have a catastrophe?"

Monk Jiujie buried his head on the ground, his forehead covered with soft and moist soil: "This is not surprising, because Ye Zun has never experienced a natural disaster."

Xia Zhiyan frowned slightly. She always felt that something was wrong. The reason why she had not experienced a catastrophe before was because of the Black Mud Secret Technique... Could it be that this secret technique had something to do with the Night Sect?

But, she didn't say it.

It is an ironclad fact that he is Ye Zun.

It's Ye Zun, not a witch...

"Will you all surrender to me from now on?" Xia Zhiyan's cold voice was like a cold wind in their ears, and everyone shuddered.

"Only Lord Ye Zun is the leader!"

"It's just..." Monk Jiujie slowly raised his head, but his body was still kneeling on the ground, and he said cautiously.

"Just what?"

"There are many strong men in the Yemu Sect. They may not be convinced by your strength, Lord Yezun. Only if you are strong will they be convinced."

"They said that if Master Ye Zun can have a place at the banquet of humans and gods, he can use all the resources of the Yemu Sect."

Xia Zhiyan sneered, her innocent skin suddenly became alluring.

"A banquet between humans and gods?"
Chapter completed!