The old Ghost Hunter, no, it should be said that he was once a legendary Ghost Hunter … Nie Xiu.
When he heard Irin say the name he had abandoned for many years, his turbid eyes suddenly shot out two rays of light.
Like lightning and frost.
Fierce and cold.
"How do you know?"
A few seconds later, Nie Xiu continued to talk to himself without waiting for Irin's answer, "It's been ten years … Outside, is there anyone who still remembers me, Nie Xiu?"
Irin smiled but did not say anything.
He also did not answer.
You guess, you guess, you guess?
He could not tell Nie Xiu that when he was comprehending the "killing technique", a certain consciousness was very considerate and exposed Nie Xiu's little secret.
The more Irin did not say, the more Nie Xiu imagined.
Nie Xiu's face was ashen as he looked at Pan Zhengyi, who was smiling in front of him.
In Nie Xiu's hand, he was also holding the broken sword used to carve bones.
In Pan Zhengyi's hand, there was also a broken sword with a crack.
Irin's ears were still whispering from time to time.
In the sea of spider lilies, that inexplicable feeling made Irin feel uncomfortable all over.
It was as if it wanted to drag him into endless madness.
Even the surrounding air was oozing with an icy chill.
It was eerie.
This Haunted-mist Mountain was somewhat strange.
Perhaps it was as the explanation of the spider lilies said, that this was the boundary between Yin and Yang.
Living people … should not stay here for long.
"Who is Nie Hongxiu to you?"
Irin raised his head and suddenly asked.
Nie Xiu was silent.
He closed his eyes.
A moment later, Nie Xiu's whole body shook.
A terrifying aura swept through the sea of flowers.
The sky was filled with spider lilies, forming spiraling flower pillars that rose into the air.
Finally, they condensed into a ferocious skeleton behind Nie Xiu!
Around Nie Xiu's right eye, blue veins faintly appeared.
When he opened his eyes again, his right eye had turned blood-red.
It was like … a ghost!
At the same time, the broken sword in Nie Xiu's hand ignited with black flames.
Not only did the flames not emit any heat, but they also caused the temperature on the top of Haunted-mist Mountain to drop by a few degrees.
Nie Xiu spoke once more, yet his voice had become erratic and slightly hoarse. At first glance, it sounded like a devil that had returned from hell and emanated boundless evil intent.
"No one can escape from this mountain …"
"This is a cursed land …"
"Everyone must die."
Pan Zhengyi suddenly took a few steps back.
"Oh?"
Pan Zhengyi chuckled as his eyes lit up.
"Hehe, it's fun."
Pan Zhengyi shook his right hand, and the broken saber in his hand also ignited with black flames.
Nie Xiu's pupils slightly shrank.
"You actually …"
Nie Xiu's cold eyes flashed with surprise.
Pan Zhengyi didn't waste any time. His figure moved, and he directly charged at Nie Xiu with the broken saber that had been enhanced with "special effects".
Nie Xiu sneered coldly. Facing Pan Zhengyi's attack, he was not afraid at all and directly fought with him.
Clang, clang, clang, clang —
The two of them moved faster and faster, and countless petals were stirred up in the sea of flowers. Gradually, they moved so fast that it was difficult to distinguish their movements.
In Irin's eyes, it was as if there were only two balls of black flames. They separated as soon as they touched, then separated again.
Suddenly —
A figure flew toward Irin.
He spat out blood.
An arm flew into the sky.
It was actually cut off by force!
Irin's face was expressionless as he slowly stretched out his hand.
The figure that flew backward was about to hit Irin. When it was about ten centimeters away from Irin's hand, it suddenly stopped.
Then, it fell to the ground.
It was Pan Zhengyi!
Pan Zhengyi's left hand was cut off at the shoulder. The wound was still burning with black will-o '-the-wisp, but not a single drop of blood flowed out.
The will-o '-the-wisp was corroding the wound on his shoulder. Pan Zhengyi's forehead was covered with sweat. His face was pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
"Hmm?"
Irin's palm waved across the air at Pan Zhengyi's shoulder, and the black will-o '-the-wisp was suddenly extinguished.
Chi chi —
After the black will-o '-the-wisp was extinguished, blood spurted out from Pan Zhengyi's severed shoulder.
After cutting off Pan Zhengyi's arm, Nie Xiu did not stop. Without saying a word, he stepped toward Irin.
His figure moved, and he actually crushed a path through the sea of flowers. Countless petals were swept behind Nie Xiu by the fierce wind!
Irin casually threw a "Ghost Oil" card at Pan Zhengyi.
He did not have the time to care too much for the time being.
Because … Nie Xiu was already aggressively charging toward him.
His speed was extremely fast.
"From now on, let …"
"Hmph!"
Nie Xiu snorted coldly and swept his right hand. Wherever the broken blade passed, a fierce wind swept out, raising a large number of petals and hiding his figure.
Irin's pupils shrank slightly.
He did not expect Nie Xiu to see the weakness of [Entanglement of Calamity].
One, there was a chanting process.
Two, it had to be within sight.
"Although this old man is old, he has rich combat experience."
A trace of surprise flashed in Irin's eyes, but he was not too surprised or frustrated.
[Entanglement of Calamity] was not a completely unbreakable skill. There would always be a time when someone would see through its flaws.
As an apostle, there were many complicated skills. It was impossible to use the same set of skills to travel the world.
Nie Xiu's gaze was cold.
His red right eye was like a ghost, flickering with blood-red light.
The sky full of petals not only blocked Irin's vision, but also Nie Xiu's.
But …
It did not matter.
Nie Xiu had already memorized Irin's position.
"Kid, you are still too inexperienced."
Nie Xiu was somewhat regretful. This kid could learn the "breathing technique" that took him ten years to comprehend in a short period of time. He was a genius.
But … no matter what, he could not let this kid dig out that "thing".
Otherwise, his ten years of planning, ten years of painstaking effort, would all go down the drain.
"Die!"
What a pity.
Nie Xiu sighed silently in his heart.
Nie Xiu's figure moved, his ghostly aura like the wind. The black flames on the broken sword in his hand surged, and he slashed at the end of the sky full of Paramita Petals.
That was … Irin's position!
Hiss —
The black sword aura tore through the void.
The flower petals in front of the two of them had actually been forcefully split open, creating a gap.
Every petal that was slightly touched by the black flames instantly withered and withered.
"What!"
Suddenly, when Nie Xiu slashed through the sky full of petals and saw the front of the two tombstones, he turned pale with fright.
There —
There was no one!
There were only two lonely tombstones!
Nie Hongxiu and Bai Xiaoyi's tombstones!
"Escaped?"
Nie Xiu's pupils suddenly shrank. The next moment, he looked at the sky.
Under the blood-red moon, Irin was floating in mid-air, his back upright.
Behind him was the blood-red moon.
Nie Xiu's mouth was wide open.
Irin was in mid-air, smiling slightly.
At this moment, Irin's posture was like a god descending on the moon.
His palm … pressed down.
…
…
In another part of the fog forest.
The surroundings gradually darkened.
Li Changge and Wen Manni, on the other hand, took off their sabers and placed them to the side, cuddling together.
The atmosphere seemed a little strange.
No one knew what the foreplay was like.
In short, the speed of the car was very fast.
The ground was full of messy wheel prints.
"Ge Ge …"
"Nini …"
"Ge Ge …"
"Nini!"
"Ah!"
Wen Manni's face was flushed, and her legs were close together.
Li Changge's eyes also showed a trace of confusion.
The two of them were getting closer and closer.
Suddenly —
The ground suddenly trembled!
Boom!
There was a loud noise in the distance!
It came from … Haunted-mist Mountain!
The two people sitting on the ground trembled as they heard the tremors.
Wen Manni was like a deer that had been knocked dizzy. She stood up and hurriedly tidied her clothes.
"Uh … the weather is quite good today …"
Li Changge scratched his head and said so awkwardly.
"Ah! Oh no, Ge Ge, it's almost dark! "
Li Changge seemed to have noticed that the thick fog around them had been dyed red at some point.
In front of them …
It was blood red.
"Let's go back to the village!"
Li Changge's eyes focused, and a trace of panic flashed in the depths of his eyes.
He hurriedly stuffed the sword on the ground into Wen Manni's hand.
The two of them ran in the direction of the village in panic.
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