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The small brocade box is so extraordinary, even if it is sealed with a spirit rune, it still seems to reveal a fierce aura that seems to be absent, and this demonic power is terrifying.

"What is the contents of this box?" Zhong Bo muttered to himself, he only knew about the storage of this brocade box before leaving, and it was the head of the family who personally ordered him to keep the box with him, take it with him, and hand it over to the owner of this box when he arrived in the Southern Wilderness Dragon Imperial City.

Zhongbo is the highest cultivator in this caravan to the Southern Wilderness, and he can already be called a rare master in the secular world. It can be seen that even the head of the Ling family attaches great importance to the contents of this box.

Uncle Na Zhong stared at the small brocade box on the table in front of him, and after a while, he hid the brocade box again in the hidden pocket close to him, extremely cautious.

However, just as Zhongbo put away the brocade box, his face suddenly changed, and then he suddenly slammed his palm towards the window in front of him.

"Bang!", under the impact of Zhongbo's extremely powerful palm, the window instantly turned into sawdust, scattered in all directions, and faintly, only a black shadow flashed outside the window.

"Whoosh!" the loyal man rushed out of the broken window like an arrow, but he saw that under the moonlit night, above the river in the distance, a black shadow tread on the misty river, and disappeared above the river in the blink of an eye.

"Deng Ping Du Shui, good fellow!" When Uncle Zhong saw this scene, he couldn't help but admire the power of this person's light body, and he actually reached the realm where he could see thousands of waves as flat ground with only that little bit of water skin buoyancy.

At this time, there was a sound of rapid footsteps around, and soon, seven or eight people rushed to the front, they were the Tsing Yi guards who heard a strange noise and came to check.

"It's okay here, you guys disperse!" Seeing these guards, Zhongbo couldn't help frowning, and waved to the seven or eight guards.

Only he knows about this brocade box, it is Ling Luoyan, and he doesn't know that he is carrying such a brocade box, which is top secret.

"Yes!" the seven or eight guards immediately saluted Zhongbo, and then retreated, and when these guards saw the broken window behind Zhongbo, they were shocked, but they immediately retreated.

These guards also know very well what they can know and ask, and even if they know, they must treat it as if they don't know, they can't say it, and they can't ask it.

After the guards retreated, Zhongbo couldn't help but glance at the river where the man in black had disappeared, and muttered, "Who was that person just now?"

You don't need to ask to know that the man peeked out the window, and he definitely came for the small brocade box in his arms. What the hell is in the box!? Zhongbo's curiosity rose rapidly.

Why did so many people come for it? The former Dark Witch Sect White Bone Ancestor is now this mysterious person again. It seems that this box has a secret that no one knows, and there are many people who want to get it.

Zhongbo pondered for a while, but couldn't think of a reason, so he turned and jumped into the room through the broken window. Dengping will do the work of the water, he will too, but he does not dare to chase the mysterious person who came to peep, and let the person leave. Because, no one knows, whether the man is a decoy to lead him to chase after him, and then fall into the trap prepared by someone else.

This section of the Yanjiang River is seven or eight miles wide, and the surface of the river is shrouded in a layer of mist, and a black shadow penetrates the mist like a ghost, treading the waves, and heading towards the opposite side of the Yanjiang River.

To climb the water and tread the waves, it is already shocking to ordinary people, but for some real cultivators, it is nothing remarkable.

It was a masked man wrapped in black clothes, and by looking at his figure, he knew that this person was a man. Soon, he crossed the river and jumped to the other side.

He turned to look at the three big ships looming in the mist opposite, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he muttered to himself: "I didn't expect that there was a master on that ship, and it seemed that it was not easy to get that thing!"

The masked man was about to turn away, but at this moment, a white figure suddenly appeared behind him, this person came so suddenly, as if it appeared out of thin air.

In an instant, the masked man's body movement froze suddenly, and he only felt a tingling of his scalp, and an extremely dangerous aura had enveloped him, making him feel as if he had suddenly fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body was cold.

"Why did you peek on the ship of the Haotian caravan!" The white figure behind the masked man stood silently, but under the sympathy of the qi, the masked man felt the threat of death.

The masked man knew that if he didn't answer, the next moment, the person behind him would kill him without hesitation, there was no doubt about it.

"Yes...... It's for one thing!" "When his life was threatened by Yanzhòng, the masked man had to say that the threat to him from the person behind him was too great, and his life and death were only in the thoughts of others.

"What's that?" the man asked again, his tone flat, but with a strength that could not be denied.

"No...... I don't know!" the masked man's clothes were soaked with sweat, and his voice trembled, and the incomparable pressure from the man behind him made him feel extremely frightened.

"I don't know, then you can die!" the man in white stepped out, and with a "bang!", the whole ground shook for a moment, and then, the five fingers grabbed forward like steel hooks.

"Don't!" the masked man was so frightened that he threw his feet on the ground and tried to rush forward, but he was horrified to find that he could not move, as if he was imprisoned by an unpredictable force, and no matter how hard he struggled, his feet could not move a bit.

"Rao ......" The masked man opened his mouth to ask for mercy, but it was too late at this time, he only felt the back of his neck tighten, and then faintly heard a "click", and his consciousness fell into boundless darkness, and his head hung down softly.

The man in white actually broke the masked man's neck at once, and then threw the masked man's body directly into the river with a wave of his hand like throwing a rotten sack.

"Plop!" the masked man's body fell into the river, and was swept away in an instant.

"What the hell is that thing? There are so many people eyeing the Haotian caravan. The man in white muttered to himself, and suddenly looked at the three big boats on the opposite river.

The moonlight reflected on the face of this man in white, and this person was Gu Fei.

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