Chapter 809: Black Prison

When night fell, the night completely covered the earth, and when midnight came, Ye Han and the others, who had been lurking on the opposite peak of Shaomuro Mountain, made a move, and the figures of the four of them, like ghosts under the night sky, quickly swept from the other side of the mountain, and finally fell on Shaomuro Mountain without a sound.

At this moment, Shaomu Mountain has been silent, and many monks have already entered a state of deep cultivation, and they are not disturbed by the powerful movements, and they will not easily wake up from their meditation.

Niu Er, who is in charge of the righteous path, is a powerful Shaomu Mountain, but I am afraid that I never thought that anyone would dare to enter here to fight the attention of the black prison.

Gradually, the figures of Ye Han and the four slowly walked out of the darkness.

On the square, under the moonlight.

The shadows of the four of them were pulled by the bright moonlight.

Having already come here, Ye Han and they have no intention of continuing to hide, facing these four powerful holy monks, even if they are hiding at the moment, it will be useless, the other party will find them sooner or later, and if they want to open the black prison, there will be a battle between them and these four holy monks, and it is impossible to avoid it at all.

Slowly, the eyes of the four holy monks opened again.

Looking at the four people who gradually appeared in front of them at this moment, the eyes of the four holy monks were calm, as if they were not surprised that someone would patronize here tonight.

"Four donors, you have gone to the wrong place, please retreat quickly. The indifferent voice of a holy monk gradually came out, and the terrifying coercion was also transmitted at this time, making the entire night sky permeate a strong oppressive atmosphere.

Hearing this, Ye Han smiled faintly, did not retreat at all because of the powerful coercion, and said, "Old monk, isn't Shaomu Mountain a place for people to play?

The white-eyed holy monk said, "Amitabha, donor, this place is not a place for people to play, what are the ideas of the four of you, we know very well, the black prison is a place where the evil demons of the ancient martial arts realm are imprisoned, no one should want to release the people inside, and the four of you can't do it, why risk burying your own life?"

"Hmph, the evil demon said crookedly?" Huang Wanjin's eyes were full of fierceness, and he said with a cold expression; "Old bald donkey, back then, my son only killed a disciple of your Shaomu Mountain who tried to commit adultery with women because of his mistake, but he was chased and killed by you and others, and my daughter-in-law lost her life, and finally imprisoned my son here.

Hearing this, a holy monk immediately said, "Nonsense, how can I do such a despicable thing, give you another chance and leave quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

"Even if you give us ten more chances, we're still going to fight you young people tonight. Ye Han smiled faintly, but immediately, his smiling eyes became as sharp as a sword, and his cold gaze looked directly at the four holy monks.

The faces of the four old lady Chen were also sharp, and in the square under the moonlight, a wave of fighting intent rose.

"Amitabha, I don't measure my strength, we are kind enough to persuade each other, but you are reckless, then don't blame us for being ruthless. After that, I saw a holy monk slowly stand up and stroll away, the old man's eyes burst with sharp energy, dealing with Ye Han's four people, only one of them was enough.

Seeing this, Ye Han and the others tensed, and their eyes were firmly fixed on the holy monk who came over.