Perfected Lord Tian Lan did not deliberately lighten his footsteps, nor did he look nervous or cautious as if he was facing a great enemy. He merely walked towards the house as if he had sensed something.
He walked calmly, naturally, calmly, and confidently, as if he was completely fearless, as if there was nothing in this world that was worthy of his scruples, even if he was in this desolate underground labyrinth, even if the scene of thousands of ghosts roaring had just happened not long ago.
He looked as if he did not believe in heaven and earth, did not respect ghosts and gods, and despised fate. He only cared about himself and believed in his own strength.
That was why he didn't even bother to lighten his footsteps or disguise himself. He just walked straight into the empty mansion with a wave of his wide robe sleeves.
The house that was shrouded by the red light of the blood moon had a strange color. At first glance, it even looked as if the walls and house were slowly oozing blood. If a timid person were to come here, he would probably be scared to death. However, to Perfected Lord Tian Lan, these were, of course, meaningless illusions.
There was not even the slightest ripple in his eyes as he calmly swept his gaze across the surroundings and observed the house. Under the red light, it was as silent as the outside. There was no sound at all.
The extremely faint movement that had suddenly appeared at a certain moment earlier had naturally disappeared without a trace. In retrospect, that extremely faint movement that could not even be considered a sound was more likely just a momentary trance or a momentary illusion.
Perfected Lord Tian Lan frowned as he stood at the entrance of the house, quietly looking at every corner of the house, as if he was lost in thought.
At the same time, in the deserted backyard of the house, at the bottom of the dry well, where darkness shrouded, that black figure seemed to have completely turned into a lifeless stone, sitting motionlessly against the wall. There was no warmth, no breath, and no heartbeat.
He did not even look like a dead person, but rather a stone that was as good as new.
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Perfected Lord Tian Lan stood at the entrance for a long time, but still did not take any further action. It seemed that he was not sure what had happened just now, or perhaps he had only suddenly sensed a slight movement in the direction of the house, but after he came over, all the movements had disappeared.
So, was it an illusion, or did it really exist?
Perfected Lord Tianlan's eyes shone brightly as he continued to scan the mansion. The invisible yet fearsome aura emanating from his body seemed to seep into every corner of the mansion.
A moment later, he suddenly strode forward and walked into the house.
In the dark well, the black shadow that had almost completely fallen into a deathly stillness raised its head slightly in the darkness. There seemed to be a strange light flickering in the darkness.
He looked a little nervous.
"Peng Peng" The footsteps were neither fast nor hurried as they steadily and forcefully stepped on the ground. Although there wasn't any great commotion, the figure in the darkness could clearly feel that some of the creatures living in the darkness in the depths of the soil beneath him, the little bugs and monsters that were far away from the surface and had never seen light their entire lives, were all fleeing in all directions, desperately trying to leave this place.
A gust of wind suddenly blew past this place.
There was almost no wind here. The figure in the darkness seemed to sense something and slowly raised his head. He looked up and vaguely saw a tall and burly figure suddenly appear near the mouth of the well.
The light of the blood moon shone down from above, casting a black shadow on Perfected Lord Tian Lan's broad body and shrouding the mouth of the well.
Perfected Lord Tian Lan stopped in his tracks. This was the first time he had stopped walking from the front hall to the backyard.
It was a desolate scene around him. Apart from himself, there seemed to be no other signs of life. There was nothing out of the ordinary. Everything seemed to be silent, empty, and lifeless.
After a moment, Perfected Lord Tian Lan's gaze swept across all the corners of the place. Then, he frowned slightly and his gaze landed on the last corner — that dry well.
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The large group of people from Fuyunji split up and snuck into the ocean-like Immortal City. Then, two hours later, they quietly gathered from all directions and appeared outside a large mansion in the Vermilion Bird District of the Immortal City.
Without a sound, they dispersed all the irrelevant people in the surroundings and suppressed all the abnormal noises and noises.
It was said that in the past, there was a lame joke in the Immortal City. It was said that the name of Zhenxianmeng Fuyunji could stop children from crying at night. This was used to make fun of the Devil Sect demons in the Immortal City for hiding like children. However, based on today's performance, even if the name of Fuyunji didn't make everyone fearful, it at least made most people revere them. Almost everyone cooperated and left.
Thus, in silence, the people from Fuyunji surrounded this place.
On the long street outside the mansion, Lu Chen and Old Ma stood side by side. Old Ma looked at the mansion that occupied a large area and sighed. These Devil Sect bastards seemed to be quite rich. Then, he said to Lu Chen in a low voice, "I say, do you think the big guy hiding in this house today, could it be that old turtle?"
Lu Chen pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "I think there is at least a seventy percent chance that it is him. Some time ago, we wiped out many of the Devil Sect's spies and informants. Almost all of their nests were wiped out by us. No matter how cunning and treacherous Elder Ghost is, the places he can hide in will definitely become less and less. Other than that, in the Devil Sect today, especially in the Immortal City, other than Elder Ghost, I really can't think of anyone else who can be considered as a big shot in the Sect. "
Old Ma made a sound of acknowledgement and seemed to agree with Lu Chen's words. His face also revealed a look of anticipation. He clenched his fist and waved it and said, "After getting rid of that old turtle, I want to see how those Devil Sect bastards can still stir up trouble. They will probably perish here!"
Lu Chen smiled and said, "I hope so." As he spoke, he glanced at the house. In the depths of his eyes, a trace of complicated emotion flashed past.
Even though it was a blood feud, even though they were irreconcilable enemies, even though the Devil Sect was so weak and Lu Chen had contributed a lot, not to mention that everyone wanted to kill each other as soon as possible, but Lu Chen had after all lived in the Devil Sect for many years. Seeing this sect that had been passed down for a thousand years was about to reach its end, he also felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart.
The once flourishing and flourishing, the heroes and heroism, all like the morning dew in a dream, disappeared in the past history, never to return.
In front of them, there was a tall and charming figure. That was Xue Ying.
After arranging everything, Xue Ying also seemed to feel that she had vaguely ushered in the highest peak of her life.
That sense of accomplishment and satisfaction made her face exude an astonishing beauty. She raised her hand and waved heavily towards the house.
Instantly, countless figures charged in from all directions while furious roars and shocked cries resounded. After a short moment, miserable and shrill cries pierced through the tranquility of the city, and they reverberated throughout the bright world, causing the clear sky to be covered in a layer of blood red shadows.
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