Immortal Martial Venerable

The little brocade box is so extraordinary that even if it is sealed with a spiritual talisman, it still seems to exude a faint and ferocious aura, the power of this evil spirit is horrifying.

"What exactly is in this box?" Uncle Zhong murmured to himself. He only knew the existence of this brocade box before he left, and the owner himself ordered him to keep the box with him. , and then hand it over to the owner of this box when it arrives at the Southern Desolate Dragon Imperial City.

Uncle Zhong was the person with the highest cultivation level in the caravan that went to the Southern Wilderness. In the secular world, he was already regarded as a rare master. It can be seen that even the patriarch of the Ling family attaches great importance to the contents of this box.

Uncle Zhong stared at the small brocade box on the table in front of him, and after a while, he put the brocade box in the close-fitting pocket again, extremely cautious.

However, just when Uncle Zhong put away the brocade box, his expression suddenly changed, and then he suddenly slammed his palm towards the window in front of the right.

"Bang!" Under the impact of Uncle Zhong's extremely powerful palm, the window instantly turned into sawdust, scattered in all directions, and vaguely, a black shadow flashed and disappeared outside the window.

"Whoosh!" Like an arrow, Uncle Zhong came out of the broken window, but under the moonlit night, and above the river in the distance, a black shadow was treading waves on the mist-shrouded river. And, in the blink of an eye, he disappeared above the river.

"Dengping to cross the water, good guy!" Seeing this scene, Uncle Zhong couldn't help but admire the man's ability to lighten his body. He was able to see the waves as flat ground with only that little buoyancy of the water surface. realm.

At this time, there was a rapid sound of footsteps around, and soon, seven or eight people rushed to the front. They were the guards in Tsing Yi who heard the abnormal noise and came to check.

"It's fine here, you all go away!" Seeing these guards, Uncle Zhong couldn't help frowning, then waved to the seven or eight guards.

He was the only one who knew about this brocade box, even Ling Luoyan, who didn't know that he was carrying such a brocade box on his body, it was a top secret.

"Yes!" The seven or eight guards immediately bowed to Uncle Zhong, and then backed away. When these guards saw the broken window behind Uncle Zhong, although they were surprised, they immediately retreated.

These guards are also very clear, what can be known, can be asked, even if what is known, it should be regarded as not knowing, can not say, let alone ask.

After the guards withdrew, Uncle Zhong couldn't help but glanced at the river where the man in black had disappeared, and muttered to himself, "Who was that man just now?"

You don't need to ask to know that the person peeping out of the window is definitely coming towards the small brocade box in his arms. What the hell is in the box! ? Uncle Zhong's curiosity rose rapidly.

Why are so many people coming for it? The former ancestor of the Black Witch Sect with the bones, is now this mysterious man again. It seems that this box has an unknown secret, and many people want to get it.

Uncle Zhong pondered for a while, but couldn't think of a reason, so he turned around and jumped into the room through the broken window. He can do the same thing as Dengping, but he doesn't dare to chase the mysterious person who came to peep and let that person go. Because, no one knows whether that person is a bait, leading him to chase, and then fall into the trap prepared by others in advance.

This section of the Yanjiang River is seven or eight miles wide, and the river surface is covered with a layer of mist. A black shadow penetrates the mist like a ghost, treads the waves, and heads towards the opposite side of the Yanjiang River.

For ordinary people to climb the water and walk on the waves, it is already shocking, but for some real cultivators, it is nothing special.

It was a masked man wrapped in a black shirt,

Looking at his figure, he knew that this person was a man. Soon, he crossed the river and jumped to the other side.

He turned around and looked at the three big ships that were looming in the mist, a light flashed in his eyes, and he muttered to himself: "I didn't expect that there would be a master on that ship, and it doesn't seem easy to get that thing. !"

The masked man was about to turn around and leave, but at this moment, a white figure suddenly appeared behind him. This person came so suddenly, as if it appeared out of thin air.

In an instant, the figure of the masked man froze. He only felt that his scalp was numb, and an extremely dangerous aura had enveloped him, making him feel as if he had suddenly fallen into an ice cave. , is cold all over.

"Why did you peep on the ship of the Haotian Caravan!" The white figure behind the masked man stood silently, but under the sympathy of qi and machine, the masked man felt the threat of death.

The masked man knew that if he didn't answer, the next moment, the person behind him would kill him without hesitation, which was beyond doubt.

"It's... for one thing!" With his life seriously threatened, the masked man had to say that the threat from the man behind him was too great, and his own life and death were only in the minds of others. .

"What!" the man asked again. Although his tone was flat, it revealed a force that could not be rejected.

"No...I don't know!" The masked man's clothes were soaked with sweat, his voice trembled, and the unparalleled pressure of the man behind him made him feel incomparably fearful.

"I don't know? Then you can die!" The man in white stepped out, "Bang!" The whole ground shook a bit, and then his five fingers grabbed forward like steel hooks.

"Don't!" The masked man was so shocked that he slammed his feet on the ground, trying to rush forward, but he was horrified to find that he couldn't move, as if he was imprisoned by an unpredictable force He stayed the same, no matter how hard he struggled, his feet couldn't move an inch.

"Rao..." The masked man opened his mouth and asked for mercy, but it was already too late. He only felt the back of his neck tighten, and then he heard a faint "click", and his consciousness fell into the boundless darkness, his head softened. It fell softly.

The man in white smashed the masked man's neck all at once, and then waved his hand like a rotten sack, and threw the masked man's body into the river.

"Plop!" With a sound, the masked man's body fell into the river, and was swept away by the river in an instant.

"What exactly is that thing? There are so many people eyeing the Haotian Caravan." The man in white muttered to himself, and suddenly looked towards the three large boats on the opposite river.

The moonlight reflected on the face of the man in white, and this man was Gu Fei.