Under the cold and dark night, above the endless and lonely wilderness, next to an ancient official road, a black figure stood in the wind, quietly waiting for the seriously injured person lying on the ground to wake up.

The black shadow stood in the wind, but he never looked at the seriously injured man lying on the ground, a white bone soldier clenched in his hand, glowing with a faint and terrifying luster.

From time to time, there were a few inexplicable bird calls in the lonely night sky, cheering with the breath of boundless death, and the limit of Sen Ran suddenly spread out with a terrifying breath at this time.

The ugly ghost, who was quietly waiting on the side, didn't feel that his face had changed, and his body couldn't help but let out an inexplicable and uncontrollable tremble, and the past intercourse with palpitations made him tremble, and his whole body seemed to be crawling with hideous and terrifying insects.

And the black shadow lying on the ground also began to change, and the bright blood stains gushing out of the eyebrows began to solidify, and finally gradually turned dark black, the color became thicker and thicker, and the black blood stains began to emit a faint black luster. The hole in the center of the eyebrows began to heal on its own.

The faint sound of breathing began to become rapid, and Yin Yan's whole body suddenly erupted with an astonishing breath, like a fireworks that had been ignited in the night sky.

Suddenly, he opened his closed eyes, only to see that his eyes flashed with a light that was more palpitating than the ghost fire, like a dark fire from the underworld, more and more dazzling, and the momentum became more and more weird.

Yin Jian sat up suddenly, opened his mouth and spit out a strange smell of corpse, his pale face was not bloody, but as that mouth spit out that corpse breath, his face began to recover and become ruddy.

With a sweep of the flowing fire-like eyes, Yin Jian saw the ugly spirit standing not far from him, and a trace of deep light flashed from his eyes. Wearing a grimace mask, he couldn't see the expression on his face at all, only the gaze in his eyes was slightly surprised, and he didn't seem to expect that the ugly man would actually protect him, waiting for his awakening.

"Why don't you kill me with one palm, or walk away, and stay and wait for my dying man." Yin Yan's eyes flickered with a terrifying light again, and he raised his head and said lightly to the ugly monster standing not far from him.

"You're awake, just check your injuries when you're awake, the old man is just here to protect it, as for killing you, I'm not stupid enough to be like that." The ugly spirit held the bone soldier in his hand and wrapped his arms around his chest, and answered the other party coldly.

It seemed expected, or unexpected, Yin Yan's eyes swept on the other party's body again, but he still couldn't see through the other party's thoughts, only a pair of ghostly eyes hidden in the grimace mask couldn't stop flashing, without any feeling.

The other party's cold answer aroused the endless hatred in Yin Yan's heart, and at the same time, it also aroused the cruel anger that he had hidden for a long time, and the anger aroused in his whole body burst out like a volcanic eruption.

Yin Yan's heart sank, he luckily checked the condition of the true qi, and found that the special true qi in his body was flowing around like a flame, and a trace of the true qi that made him feel palpitations was lurking in his body like a maggot attached to the bone.

Although that trace of true qi was weak, it was extremely powerful, as long as the true qi in his body came into contact with that trace of true qi, it would be impossible to escape in his body like a bird or beast. And he had no way to use this inexplicable trace of true qi that had infiltrated him, no matter how much he tried to expel it, it would be useless.

That tiny trace of inexplicable true qi is like a hidden dragon wandering around, and it is difficult to get rid of it, which makes Yin Jian very distressed, although this weak and silky true qi can't give him any too much harm for the time being. But the feeling of a thorn in his back made him very unhappy, and he immediately let go of that tiny silky true qi.

The true qi in his body had recovered seven or eight years, and Yin Yan stood up and was about to step forward.

Suddenly, a powerful aura came like a rainbow, rushing from a distance to this place, and the person who came exuded a strong and magnificent aura, and the wind whistled fiercely.

And when Yin Jian and Ugly were shocked, they didn't expect that there would be others in such a remote mountain wasteland, and it was not bad, and it was swept by a strong biting wind.

In a moment, there was a chaotic aura around Yin and the two, and a figure swept away with a heavy and strong wind and landed not far in front of them.

The two of them looked at it and found that it was a middle-aged scribe dressed in a shabby robe, whose eyes were like eagle's eyes shining with a chilling light in the dark night.

What was surprising was that the middle-aged scribe's right hand was still holding an embarrassed little Taoist priest, who was about thirteen or fourteen years old, and his chubby face squeezed those eyes into the fat face, and it was almost impossible to see those small eyes. The fat little Taoist priest was held under the hands of the middle-aged scribe, and he did not show any displeased expression, on the contrary, his small eyes like a thief kept looking around, and the two round and slippery eyes were turning slowly, no matter how he looked at the age of thirteen or fourteen.

The middle-aged scribe landed not far from Yin Yan and the ugly ghost with the little fat Taoist priest, and a pair of cold star-like eyes shot a fierce light, and he couldn't stop looking at them. This made the two masters of the Nine Shadows Sect feel a shock in their hearts, at this moment they have already felt that the cultivation of this middle-aged scribe is far higher than theirs, plus Yin Yan's serious injury has not yet healed, in addition to being secretly vigilant in their hearts, at the same time, a thought also rose in their hearts, that is, this person is by no means a good type, if you can not provoke this person, don't mess with this person.

The middle-aged scribe looked at the two for a moment, he didn't seem interested in their identities, and asked them in a deep voice, "Have you ever seen a blue-shirted young man with a bladeless sword on his back?" ”

Yin Yan and Ugly Wei glanced at each other and shook their heads, what they didn't know was that the middle-aged scribe was looking for the young man who hurt Yin Yan.

"A young man in a blue shirt has seen it, but this young man does not have a long sword on his back, and I don't know if this person respects the person he is looking for." Yin Jian pondered for a moment in his heart, he couldn't figure out whether this person and the blue-shirted young man were enemies or friends, but he saw that this person was menacing, and it seemed to have endless unkindness, so he pointed out Ye Yinfeng's appearance here.

"Oh," the middle-aged scribe sighed softly, and suddenly, an astonishing gleam of light shot out of his eyes, sweeping straight towards the Yin Yin's body, and that gaze was like a sharp sword, as if it could pierce through the grimace mask on his face, and pierce it into his heart.

As if he had seen through the other party's bad thoughts, the middle-aged scribe's eyes showed a playful look, and then he swept his gaze to the little fat Taoist priest who was held hostage by him.

"If you don't believe in this Daoye, forget it, anyway, the person you are looking for has indeed appeared here." The little fat Taoist priest saw the middle-aged scribe looking at him, and he said quietly, his tone seemed to have endless resentment towards the middle-aged scribe.

"Hmph, don't you play any tricks, so as not to suffer any more, are you sure that your junior brother has appeared here." The middle-aged scribe snorted coldly, clasping the fat Taoist's hand and couldn't help but increase his strength a little.

Immediately, a painful expression appeared on the fat Taoist priest's face, and beads of sweat the size of beans surged out densely on his forehead, and his chubby round face suddenly turned pale.

"You are a pervert, if you are a pervert, you will kill your Taoist master, so that you can also avenge your more perverted apprentice." The fat Taoist priest had a pained expression on his face, but it didn't affect his vicious words from bursting out of his mouth.

The middle-aged scribe seemed to enjoy looking at the fat Taoist priest's painful appearance, and was unimpressed by the disrespectful words that came out of his mouth, and his eyes showed an interested gaze, and he stayed on the fat Taoist priest with a painful expression.

"Ouch, I'm dying of this Daoist, ouch??????。" The little fat Taoist priest let out a wail like a wolf's howl, but he couldn't see the pain of Ren Ren in his eyes.

Yin Yan and Ugly looked at these two people who came strangely, and couldn't tell what the relationship between these two people was for a while, the cultivation of the little fat Taoist priest seemed to be imprisoned by something, and it was sealed, without the slightest fluctuation of true qi. At this time, it seems that this little fat Taoist priest is just like an ordinary thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, just a pair of fox-like eyes that can't stop slipping, showing this person's extraordinary.

"Okay, don't pretend, although your little Taoist cultivator's cultivation has been imprisoned by a certain family, this little punishment is still not difficult for a young master like you."

The middle-aged scribe saw at a glance that the little fat Taoist priest was pretending to be in pain, and couldn't help but open his mouth to reveal it.

"Hmph, it's not fun at all, it's the same as your dead perverted apprentice." The fat Taoist's disguise was revealed, but his face did not change and he sneered at the middle-aged scribe: "If it weren't for the fact that this Daoist was controlled by your dead perverted raid, where would you be the opponent of the old Daoist, if you have the ability, you will unlock my acupoint, and we will fight seriously, how." ”

The fat Taoist priest turned to the middle-aged scribe with a smile on his face, and his little fox-like eyes kept spinning around, not knowing what the hell he was paying attention to in his heart.

And the Nine Shadows Sect Twin Demons standing on the side were confused, listening to the conversation between the two of them, it seemed that they didn't have any deep hatred, but this middle-aged scribe was a generation of martial arts masters, how could he imprison a little Taoist priest who was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

Just as the two Nine Shadow Sect masters looked at the fat Daoist, a thief's gaze swept towards them at the same time, but it was the fat Daoist who was also looking at them.

"Hey, two masters of the Nine Shadows Sect, where did you say that blue-shirted young man has gone at this moment?" The fat Taoist priest didn't wait for the middle-aged scribe to reply, he suddenly opened his mouth and asked Yin Jian and the others.

As soon as these two black-clothed Nine Shadow Sect masters with grimace masks on their faces heard the fat Taoist priest's question, they were secretly taken aback, and a question arose in their hearts at the same time: How could the people they met today know that they are members of the Nine Shadow Sect, and they don't seem to be afraid of them. In the past, as long as the people of the rivers and lakes met the people of the Nine Shadows Sect, they would be scared and urinate, and they could run as far as they could.

Now this Nine Shadows Sect seems to have become a cabbage on the street, not just like ordinary people, isn't it just that he and others have worked hard to lurk here just to one day be able to make the Nine Shadows Sect repeat the glory of the past.

Tonight, a young man in a blue shirt who was fifteen or sixteen years old began to speak disrespectfully to them, and even seriously injured Yin Yan. And at this moment, there was another thirteen or fourteen-year-old little Taoist priest who was calling them back and forth, and calling them the masters of the Nine Shadows Sect.

It's really a tiger into the plains and being bullied by dogs, even some cats and dogs can casually yell at them, and an unspeakable anger suddenly surged into their hearts, but they still endured it and didn't break out. Although the middle-aged scribe who was with the fat Taoist priest looked like a man and beast, even if they joined forces, they were definitely not that person's opponent.

"Hey, what is this Daoist asking you, what are you stunned about, and the master of the Nine Shadows Sect has simply lost the prestige of the Nine Shadows Sect." Seeing that they didn't reply, the fat Taoist priest shouted loudly again.

The loud shout immediately woke up the two of them who were contemplative, and when they heard it, they instinctively made their hearts angry.

The two of them snorted, and the light in their eyes locked on the fat Taoist, and they could no longer suppress the anger that rushed to their chests, and at this moment, with the ridicule of the fat Taoist, it was completely stimulated, and it exploded like a volcanic eruption.

The fat Taoist priest saw the angry two in his eyes, what he wanted was such an effect, and he deliberately made insulting remarks to provoke the remnants of the Nine Shadows Sect. In this way, these two people of the Nine Shadows Sect were involved in the middle-aged scribe, and they could easily get out of the clutches of the middle-aged demon.

Ideas are good, but often reality does not develop towards ideas.

Of course, the idea of the fat Taoist priest's small insect carving skills could not escape the eyes of the middle-aged scribe, he looked at all this coldly, looking at the Nine Ghost Sect Twin Demons who were full of anger, and the fat Daozi beside him who showed a smug smile as if he had succeeded in his conspiracy.

Suddenly, the corner of the middle-aged scribe's mouth lifted, and he let go of the hand that was tightly clasped on the fat Taoist's pulse, and then a playful smile appeared on his face.

Seeing that the middle-aged scribe let go of his hands that were clasping his pulse, the fat Taoist priest's eyes couldn't hide the light of surprise, and he let his plot succeed. As long as the two demons of the Nine Shadows Sect attacked them, then he would definitely have full confidence in escaping from the clutches of the middle-aged scribe.

But it all seemed to come too easily, and he hadn't tried to escape before, but each time it had ended in failure, so much so that he didn't bother to use his brains to find a way to escape later.

Faintly, the little fat Taoist priest felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't think of anything wrong for a while. And his small eyes, which were hidden in the fat face, couldn't help but flow with fine light, and he looked at the middle-aged scribe vigilantly, but did not leave the other party.