On the desert, the dark blue ghost fire was no longer where it was gone, leaving only the sand dunes against the starlight that outlined a long blue line on the edge.

Where Li Mubai and others disappeared, an ancient and strange city appeared in the darkness, and all the light shining in the night sky was swallowed up by it.

It forms a dark shadow outline, like a monster that devours everything.

The low and hoarse whisper spread distortedly above the desert.

A white figure stands in the distance of the city against the background of the dark city and silver blue dunes.

"It seems that these people are in danger."

Bujie looked at the twisted time and space of the ghost city and said lightly.

“This is more troublesome.”

He led the five Taoist sects and the people from the Ming Dynasty here, not trying to kill them. If these people were killed, who would help him clean up the weirdness in the city?

"Do I go and ask for some reinforcements for this group of people trapped here?" the monk in white murmured to himself.

He was not afraid that anyone would hear his words. The lonely smoke in the desert is thousands of miles long. Not to mention humans or ghosts, he would clean up.

But in this endless silence, a voice suddenly appeared in the ears of the monk Bujie in white.

"No, the reinforcements have arrived."

The monk in white-clothed stinged his expression that everything was under control.

He retreated suddenly, and the yellow sand under his feet stormed, and he retreated dozens of feet in an instant.

Under the starry night, there is silence.

The monk in white did not refuse to look around, and his purpose was to be seen in the sand dunes.

No one saw a figure.

Everything is like his auditory hallucination.

"Are you looking for me?"

The same voice and the same tone rang behind the white-clothed monk's ears.

The monk in white can even hear the breathing of the people behind him.

This is a master, a real master.

"who?"

The monk in white suddenly turned around and vaguely saw a black shadow under the faint starlight.

Before he could see the man clearly, one hand had already pressed on his neck, and the Qi body instantly blocked the Qi body around him.

Immediately, the monk in white felt the murderous aura, the terrifying murderous aura.

It was like a knife piercing into his mind inch by inch.

The hands were pressed tightly on Bujie's trachea, almost flattening his trachea.

The feeling of life being out of control makes people crazy.

"Why are you sneaking?"

The voice of the visitor was filled with a feeling of not waking up.

It seemed to be looking at him, but the hand was like an iron hoop, and its strength was not reduced but increasing.

The monk in white felt that his throat was almost completely crushed.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

Bujie has never been so powerless. He can feel that the hand can make him doom with just a little effort.

But the man was still talking to himself.

"I always feel that you are not a good person, such as soul-summoning, nightmare town, illusion, life-sustaining, and mental methods of the other sects. This is not a good way."

One sentence after another, the man in black became heavier and heavier.

This man actually noticed what he had learned in an instant.

This made the monk in white even more frightened.

"But... you are actually thinking about helping them find reinforcements."

The man in black loosened his hands. Although the feeling of fear that his throat was curbed was slightly relieved, he still couldn't breathe.

With the Qi body being restrained, even if the white-clothed monk Bujie's physical fitness is far superior to that of an ordinary person, he may still die here if he continues.

The monk in white stretched out his hand and slapped the man in black. If this continues, he will really die.

This is the closest he has ever died.

Unfortunately, the man in black still did not respond, and seemed to have not noticed the struggle of the monk Bujie in white. He looked at Bujie, but the murderous intent did not retreat at all.

The murderous intent of the man in black is not concealed at all.

"Is it because I was wrong?"

The man in black suddenly said this, and then he let go of his hand.

The monk Bujie in white fell to the ground in an instant and started to cough dryly.

"Ahem cough cough..."

While breathing the air greedily, he quickly thought about who the person in front of him was.

The man in black claimed to be a reinforcement, so he should be from the five Taoist sects.

But...How could the five Taoist sects be such a person?

He acts more like a devil than a devil.

If I hadn't said that I wanted to call a reinforcement for the five Taoist sects, I wouldn't have any doubts that the person would kill me directly.

The man in black stood on the sand dune, lowered his head and looked at the monk in white without warning.

"I still think you are wrong, it seems that I should kill you."

This sentence made the man in white cold all over, and he subconsciously took a step back.

He believed that as long as the person in front of him had any changes in his thoughts, he would really kill him without hesitation.

But in the end, the man in black still did not take action.

"Don't let me catch your handle, or... kill you."

A gust of wind blew over the desert, and under the sparse stars, only the monk in white was left above the cool desert.

The monk in white did not dare to be sure if the man had left, so he could only say in his heart:

"When did such a person appear in the five Taoist sects?"

This level of murderous aura should never appear on a Taoist priest.

It was a butcher who said it was a compliment.

………

In the ghost city, in the small courtyard outside the palace, three or five dead bones in the big pot were floating in the boiling water. Outside the big pot, there were bones scattered on the ground.

The old monk held a large spoon and stirred it in the pot, adding some seasonings from time to time.

He picked up a large spoon and scooped a spoonful of soup and drank it. The old monk let out a breath, as if he was so excited by the deliciousness that his eyebrows were twisted.

"Sure enough... the soup needs to be cooked for a while."

Qiao Yuanshan and others could no longer bear to watch this scene.

A small half of the people in the Nirvana organization have died, while two people died in Maoshan, three people died in Longhushan, and one person in Gezaoshan. Only Quanzhen Sect and Wanshou Palace have not yet died.

But it's only a matter of time.

Everyone will die, including them.

Thinking of this, everyone looked as if they were dead.

No one noticed it, and at this moment, the ghost rope on Qiao Yuanshan's hand was finally worn away.

But he didn't move.

He is waiting for an opportunity.

This old monk's strength is at least equivalent to that of a monk who refines essence and turns into qi.

He only has one chance.

"Yeah! It smells good!"

The old monk sucked the soup from the old spoon and praised it.

Then he turned around and looked at Junior Sister Wang of Quanzhen Sect.

"After the soup is cooked, you can put the meat on it. Little baby, I have been greedy for you for a long time."

Junior Sister Wang, who had already cried, had her head shaking like a rattle.

"No! Don't eat me."

The old monk's eyes were faint and he touched Junior Sister Wang's face amiably, wiped away the tears for her, and comforted her:

"Don't cry, die of crying, the flesh is sour."

When the old monk said, "The flesh is sour", Junior Sister Wang cried even more sadly.

"I'm already sore, okay if you don't eat me?"

The old monk frowned when he saw this and said, "No, it's shameful to waste. Besides, your tender meat, even if it's sour, I'm happy to eat it!"

The old monk said, then grabbed Junior Sister Wang's neck and walked towards the big pot.

At this moment, Qiao Yuanshan moved.

Since the ghost rope has been untied, he cannot look at his junior sister and be thrown into the pot by the old monk.
Chapter completed!