The man in black didn't dare stay any longer. He retrieved his magic treasure and turned around to flee.
He leaped into the air and leaped up by stepping on the leaves. His body suddenly became vague, and he was about to ride on the air to escape, no longer caring if he would be discovered.
Who would have thought that the moment the tip of his foot left the leaf, the sky would suddenly darken.
A patch of black fog appeared on the top of the trees, as if it had been waiting for him.
The patch of black fog landed on his face.
It was dark in front of the man in black.
He fell down stiffly and landed on the accumulated leaves, no longer breathing.
The black fog quivered slightly in the wind, but it didn't disperse. A pale face could be vaguely seen in it.
The wind grew stronger. The black fog moved forward silently to the ground, looking like the black eaves of Taichang Temple washed by the rain, which were the horns of the Old Dragon.
The black fog drilled into the cracks of the cliff, and as it was about to disappear, it suddenly twisted violently.
The pale face in the fog had been emotionless and indifferent; but it suddenly twisted, full of shock and anger.
A huge hand came out of nowhere … and grabbed the patch of black fog.
The huge hand had a green glow to it.
The green glow was as fresh as the green grass, but it also looked like the rotten flesh of a corpse.
They were clearly two completely different feelings, but they were unified by this giant hand, giving off an extremely strange feeling.
The huge green hand closed over the black fog.
The black fog struggled and twisted with all its might in an attempt to escape, but it couldn't.
Soon after, the black fog dispersed abruptly along with a low and angry cry, turning into countless soul-fires.
These soul-fires were of a very high state. Even though they had traveled a great many miles from the Underworld to Chaotian, they were still colorless and traceless.
If these soul-fires were allowed to scatter among the cliffs, it would be hard for the human Cultivation practitioners to discover them, and they would turn into resentful spirits in a few hundred years.
Unfortunately, these soul-fires were not as lucky as those on Shenmo Peak. They were poured into a hole along with all the remaining black fog along with a gust of strong wind.
The black fog disappeared without a trace, and the view became clear again. It turned out that the hole was a mouth.
There were many tiny teeth in that mouth.
That person had a round and thick nose, and the tip of the nose was a bit red, looking like an underdeveloped carrot.
That person's eyes were as deep as two holes.
That person was a short old man. He had no aura at all, but he gave off an incomparably powerful feeling.
Having swallowed these soul-fires, the old man didn't stay any longer. He shook his arms and passed through the dense forest soundlessly like a large bird, instantly becoming a dark speck in the distance. As he reappeared, he was already at the edge of a cliff one hundred miles north of Zhaoge City.
A young man was sitting at the edge of the cliff.
The young man was holding a bamboo pole in his hand. A thin line was tied to the tip of the pole, and the line was dangling into the clouds between the cliffs. It looked like he was fishing.
How could there be fish in the clouds? Was he fishing for birds?
"I'm impressed. I didn't expect you to be able to make the Netherworld work for you."
The short old man looked at the young man and said, "To be able to kill the Nascent Soul Elder of the Zhongzhou School from so far away, this Underworld kid's level is not bad."
The young man did not turn his head. He stared at the flowing clouds below the cliff with an extremely focused expression.
The clouds gradually became chaotic, and black spots could be vaguely seen traversing through them.
The invisible birds stared at the food tied to the bamboo pole and cawed greedily.
Seeing the chaotic scenes in the clouds, the young man shook his head, and then started answering the old man's question.
"The third disciple of the Underworld Master is of course good, though he only dared come here through his shadow. Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked you to help me."
The old man let out an unpleasant laugh as he continued, "When will you be able to bait the Underworld Master out? I haven't seen him for a long time, and the others haven't seen him for a long time either. I think it will be quite lively. "
The young man said, "They are all the pitiful old masters who have been killed by our Aoyama. If you don't dare show yourself, how can he show himself?"
The old man asked after a moment of silence, "Are you sure the Aoyama Sect doesn't know I'm out?"
"Who in the world knows Aoyama the best?"
The young man inserted the bamboo pole into a crack in the rocks by the cliff's edge. He turned to the old man and gave a thumbs-up to his own face, saying with a smile, "It's me, it's me …"
His originally cold face suddenly became adorable because of this smile, with a hint of laziness, it was very amiable.
Looking at this face, the old man sighed as if he had thought of something. "I've been hiding underground for a few hundred years. The world has changed so much that a person like you can only hide. It's really sad."
The young man arched his eyebrows and said, "You talk too much."
The old man suddenly said with a serious expression, "I want to eat a few people. I'm really hungry. Those soul-fires are tasteless. Even if I don't have a little girl, I can eat a few men."
"All right."
The young man felt helpless. He put away the bamboo pole and led the old man walking toward the outside of the cliff.
The old man followed him hastily.
The young man shot him a sideways glance and said, "Why do I feel like I have a dog now?"
"Woof, woof."
The old man said obsequiously, "As long as you can wipe out the Aoyama Sect and get rid of my future trouble, I don't mind being your dog for another three hundred years."
The young man said, "But you have to protect me first. Don't let me be killed by those two rebellious disciples."
The old man smiled bitterly, "I can't beat them right now."
"That's why we have to hurry."
The young man sighed and rubbed the old man's head.
The clouds at the bottom of the cliff calmed down. The birds disappeared.
…
…
The forest was illuminated by a cold sword light, then lit up by the golden light.
Nan Wang and Sir Jin were the first to arrive at the scene. The rest of the Aoyama disciples arrived one after another.
Looking at the corpse of the man in black, their expressions changed.
The man in black had a sword wound on his hand. The residual aura of his treasure was also clear. He should be the culprit who attacked Zhao Layue.
But why did he die here?
Nan Wang flicked his sleeves.
The cloth covering the man's face was lifted.
His aura was completely gone. His appearance that was changed using Dao couldn't be maintained any longer. His real face was revealed.
"Wei Chenzi?"
Sir Jin was shocked.
Nan Wang's expression was terrible.
There was dead silence.
The person who wanted to kill Zhao Layue was indeed someone from Zhongzhou School. Moreover, he was a Nascent Soul Elder.
Nan Wang asked, "How did he die?"
Sir Jin waved his hand. Golden powder-like objects fell on the ground within a hundred feet of him.
The golden powder slowly faded. Some images could be faintly seen. It was very blurry, but they could tell what it was from its aura.
Soul Fire!
The Aoyama disciples couldn't help but exclaim.
The Underworld Fiend appeared again!
"Very strong. Not much weaker than you and I. And it was only a shadow."
Sir Jin felt the residual aura of the Soul Fire and said solemnly.
Nan Wang didn't say anything.
No wonder Wei Chenzi, a Nascent Soul Elder from Zhongzhou School, was killed in one move. Even his Nascent Soul couldn't escape.
The Aoyama disciples looked at each other speechlessly. The atmosphere was very depressing and strange.
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