This is a man in black, wearing a wide robe that wraps his whole body tightly, and even his eyes are hidden in the robe, so he can't see whether this person is male or female, ugly or handsome, and the sword that resists the back of Huo Longxie protrudes slightly from under the wide robe.

Although he looked down on this man's appearance, he could see the sword in his hand, the bright red sword, like the petals of a rose with dew in the morning.

This sword seems to be familiar, there seems to be only one person in the rivers and lakes who uses this rose sword, and this person doesn't seem to be able to appear in this place at this time.

Although Lan Yutang had never seen that person and had never dealt with that person, he believed that the man in black in front of him was definitely not that person.

If the man in black in front of him is not that person, then who is he?

This person is dressed up in the same clothes as the five black-clothed puppets, so is this person a member of the black-clothed puppets, or the manipulator of these five black-clothed puppets?

Or is this the man who just claimed to be the master in that paradise-like fantasy, the one who claimed to be a god and spoke to him?

Who is this person, why did he lead himself here from the Lonely Smoke Inn, and create an illusion to put himself in danger, wanting to put himself to death, but when there was an opportunity for Huo Longxie to kill himself, but he didn't just stop it, did he want to kill himself before he stopped?

Although these questions made Lan Yutang feel puzzled, he didn't ask, he was not a talkative person, and he didn't want to say something inappropriate in an inappropriate place.

When this person's rose sword was slowly approaching him against the backbone of the fire dragon xie, Lan Yutang just lazily pulled off a dead leaf that had fallen on his forehead when the wind had just risen, and then, with a flick of his middle finger, the dead leaf flew in mid-air, like a poignant autumn butterfly.

The oncoming morning breeze blew the man's wide robe and hunted, and his sharp eyes flashed with endless chill under the wide robe, staring at Lan Yutang.

And Lan Yutang just lazily pulled out the immortal jade flute from his waist and swirled elegantly in his hand, and then, smiling at the man in black, said lightly: You said you don't want me to die?

The rose-colored sword suddenly flickered in mid-air, and then retracted into the wide robe, as if it was sheathed, and the man in black slowly walked out from behind Huo Longxie, and then, in the middle of Lan Yutang and Huo Longxie, he neither looked at the big water tank nor Lan Yutang,

He just put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky of the distant mountains, and said coldly: The sky is dark, the evil spirits are growing and disappearing, and the rivers and lakes are full of black smoke and miasma, like an open gate of the Yellow Spring, which needs to be washed by the phoenix to clear the sky, so at this time, you can't die, and you can't die.

This man's black robe enveloped his whole body, permeating with an aura of mystery that made it impossible to guess his identity and make it impossible to distinguish his movements, and the long robe not only covered his body appearance, but even his voice.

But Lan Yutang knew that it was just time for him to use the internal skills of changing shapes and voices, and slightly change his voice so that others could not see through his identity with his voice.

Just now, when the man in black was talking, he looked up at the sky hidden on the edge of the mountain, looking at the dead leaves slowly falling in the air, his voice was peaceful and steady, but there was a cruel aura in the sound of stability, like a cold wind whistling on a sunny day in winter.

Lan Yutang slowly wandered in the sky with the eyes of the man in black, looking at the distant mountains, and then at the fallen leaves, and then, his mouth was half open there, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, and a helpless and embarrassed smile overflowed between his eyebrows.

The five black-clothed puppets around them still maintained their posture just now, their wide robes hunting in the wind, and the half-hidden gossip skeletons reflected the dawn of dawn pouring down from between the mountain peaks and firs, filling the surrounding miasma and exuding the smell of death.

The fat flesh on Huo Longxie's body was constantly trembling, and he didn't know if it was because of the weather or because of fear, his bulging belly jumped up and down with the shaking posture, and the eyes that were hidden in the fat flesh flashed with cold light, like the stars of a cold night.

He looked at the rose sword that the man in black had withdrawn, sneered at his back, and said in a deep voice: You had the opportunity to kill me just now, but why did you suddenly change your mind?

The man in black still stared at the distant mountains, and after hearing this, he "hummed" disdainfully, like an autumn wind blowing off a dead leaf, and then, coldly:

Although I am not a decent person, I have never liked to shoot behind my back, and only stupid ants will do such a nasty thing.

Listening to the tone of the man in black, he seemed to have seen through the rights and wrongs in the rivers and lakes, and it seemed that he was a god from the sky, dissatisfied with the sins of the world.

Although his tone is flat and his body is calm, there is something oppressive all over his body, which is probably what we often call murderous.

His whole body stood like an unsheathed sword.

Huo Longxie looked at the handsome back of the man in black, but the fat on his body trembled even more, and a pair of chubby little hands were also about to move, I don't know if he wanted to make a move?

However, in the end, he still didn't make a move.

The tight fat on his body suddenly relaxed, raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat on his forehead, and then, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said:

Although I don't know who you are from Lan Yutang, and why don't you let me kill him, but today Lan Yutang has to die, because if he doesn't die, I have to die.

The wide robe of the man in black hunted in the wind and the fallen leaves, sweeping away the severe cold of this late autumn, like a sudden and speeding up of the notes jumping and undulating on the guqin, and then, with his hands crossed on his chest, hidden under the robe, sighed slightly at the distant mountains and the sky, and said:

The air here is really good, although it is a bit desolate and cold, full of the atmosphere of tombs and death, but it is also high and cloudy, and it is very artistic conception of not eating people's fireworks, neither the troubles of the red world, nor the endless noise and strife in the rivers and lakes, it is really a pure land on earth.

Lan Yutang turned the jade flute in his hand, leaned against the crook of his arm, and then, smiled at him, and said lightly: If you can get a place to sleep here after death, it will not be in vain.

Hearing this, the man in black seemed to be a little surprised, suddenly turned around, stared at Lan Yutang for a long time, as if looking at a strange person, and then, smiled, I don't know whether it was a sneer or a sneer, and the inexplicable smile slowly flowed with the corners of his stiff mouth.

He didn't seem to understand that this rumored scum in the rivers and lakes was such a free and easy person, so he was slightly stunned, looked at Huo Longxie on the side, and then said coldly:

The immortal phoenix also has the idea of seeking death, hum, but don't worry, you won't die for the time being, even if you want to die, it will definitely not die in the hands of this stupid pig-like obscene embryo, just with his big belly and his dirty hands, I'm afraid he won't kill the immortal phoenix, and he doesn't deserve to kill you at all.

Hearing this, Huo Longxie's pig-like face suddenly turned red, like a pig's liver, and it was also a piece of pork liver that was already seven medium-cooked, and said angrily:

Hmph, although I don't know who you are and how big you are, but none of the people I want to kill can live in the world safely, whether he is a phoenix or not, or an immortal chicken.

I believe that you should also know who I am and what my origins are? Although the Golden Throwing Villa is not a big faction or a famous family, if you want to go against the people of the Golden Throwing Villa, you should know what will happen.