"Leave no chickens or dogs?"
At this moment, another voice sounded from the sky, low and hoarse, neither light nor heavy, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present!
Who dares to come forward at this time
Many monks looked around subconsciously.
From the horizon, a man in a black robe walked over, taking his time.
At first it was just a blurry figure, but in the blink of an eye, it was already close!
Everyone on the battlefield changed slightly.
This person's footsteps were obviously very slow, as if he was strolling in the garden, but he came close in an instant, causing a strong visual impact!
Only when they are close can everyone see clearly.
This man's black hair shawl was scattered casually like a waterfall. His expression was indifferent, his face was as sharp as a knife, and he exuded an icy aura.
For some reason, since the man in black robe appeared, everyone on the battlefield, including the five powerful Void Return Realm masters above the sky, felt a sense of palpitations!
There is no reason for it.
When you see this person, you will be frightened and have palpitations!
Whether it was the Golden Core Battlefield, the Nascent Soul Battlefield or the Return to Void Battlefield, all the monks stopped and looked subconsciously.
"You came."
When the old crane saw the visitor, he looked complicated and sighed slightly.
Judging from Old Xianhe's tone, it was obvious that he knew this person.
Everyone in Piaomiao Peak, even the sect leader Ling Yun, looked confused.
"It's him!"
Suddenly, among the dozens of remaining Nascent Soul Lords in Piaomiao Peak, one of them had gray hair and beard, and was obviously entering his twilight years. His cloudy eyes stared at the man in black robes, and he exclaimed.
"He, he's back!"
The Nascent Soul Realm old man was shaking all over and was very emotional.
"Xiaoyi, you still have three years to live."
The man in black robe turned his eyes, fell on the Yuanying realm old man, and said calmly.
Xiaoyi
Su Zimo and other junior monks were confused.
Sect leaders Ling Yun, Xuan Yi and others were shocked all over.
The name of this Nascent Soul Realm old man is Ning Yi. Apart from Old Xianhe, he is the oldest Supreme Elder in Piaomiao Peak, with a lifespan of over a thousand years!
In the golden elixir realm, one has a lifespan of five hundred years.
The Nascent Soul Realm lasts for thousands of years.
Once you enter the realm of returning to the virtual world, you will only have five thousand years of life.
Almost all the monks of the same generation as this Nascent Soul Realm old man have died, and he is the only one left.
The man in black robe in front of me calls Supreme Elder Ning Yi 'Xiao Yi'. Doesn't it mean that this person's status is higher than Supreme Elder Ning Yi!
The man in black robe must have been someone from a thousand years ago, so Ling Yun and other descendants did not recognize him.
Seeing the reactions of Old Xianhe and Supreme Elder Ning Yi, Ling Yun was shocked and seemed to have thought of something.
"Could it be him?"
Xuan Yi and other Jindan masters took a breath of air, looked at each other, and already made some assumptions.
Outside Piaomiao Peak.
Ji Yaoxue looked confused when she saw the person coming. She turned around and asked, "Father, who is this person? He seems to have something to do with Piaomiao Peak, and he seems to have a lot of background."
"I don't recognize it."
Emperor Zhou shook his head.
Suddenly, Zhou Tianzi thought of a person.
A person he had never met and only heard legends about!
Emperor Zhou murmured: "Perhaps he is the only one who has no scruples about the Wu Clan."
the other side.
Seeing the man in black robe appear, Gu Xi and Ji Yaoxue felt relieved and let out a long sigh of relief.
Ji Yaoxue clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Hehe, this senior shows up after all."
Gu Xi said: "With his intervention, there will be no worries on the battlefield in the Return to Void Realm. I will take action to stabilize the Nascent Soul battlefield. This calamity should be over."
"My father is watching over there, so I won't go." Ji Yaoji blinked.
Gu Xi nodded, took out a mask from the storage bag, stretched out her hand and wiped it on her face. In the blink of an eye, she was a different person, heading towards the battlefield.
"Um?"
Far away in the depths of the King's City of Great Zhou, an old man felt something in his heart. He suddenly opened his eyes, his eyebrows flashed with light, and a small luminous man the size of a palm flew out.
The soul is out of body!
A mysterious wave of power emitted from the glowing villain.
Divine consciousness permeates the air.
After a while, the luminous man flew back to the old man's eyebrows and disappeared.
The old man exhaled a long breath and murmured softly: "I didn't expect that he was back. He was indeed the number one genius in the Great Zhou territory back then. I haven't seen him for a thousand years, and he has already cultivated to this point."
…
Over Piaomiao Peak.
The man in black robe looked around and saw corpses everywhere, but his expression did not change at all. He just said lightly: "Piaomiao Peak has not been so lively for a long time."
Hearing this sentence, Xuan Yi and others confirmed the identity of this person.
Su Zimo frowned secretly.
No matter how you look at it, this man in black robe seems to have a close connection with Piaomiao Peak. It seems that he was once a monk at Piaomiao Peak!
However, Su Zimo could not feel any emotional fluctuations or expressions of emotion in this person.
Even if he saw so many Piaomiao Peak monks dying suddenly and with mountains of corpses, this man didn't react at all.
Cold, cold-blooded, ruthless.
This was the first feeling that the man in black robe gave Su Zimo.
A thousand years ago…
Su Zimo was startled, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he thought of a person.
The first time I heard about this person was through Old Man Zao.
Later in Leiyin Valley, I heard Senior Xianhe mention a few more words.
This person is the owner of Xuanjin Silk Armor!
Once in the Wild North Territory, the Foundation Establishment Realm and the Golden Core Realm were invincible, and no one could challenge them!
When this man worshiped at Piaomiao Peak, the way to break through the Eight Suffering Formation was to kill everyone he saw in it!
This man was cold and ruthless, and acted in extreme ways. As soon as he showed signs of becoming possessed, he was imprisoned in Leiyin Valley to meditate on his past.
It was this person who obtained the Taixu Thunder Technique in the ancient battlefield, and kept it in the black gold silk armor for the destined person.
Later, this person fell into the devil's path and rebelled against the sect!
The terrifying and powerful man from thousands of years ago!
Now, he is back!
Above the clouds, the five Void Return Realm masters, including the Palace Master of the Blood Crow Palace, each had solemn expressions and were always looking at the man in black robes.
The five of them felt a dangerous aura from this person.
After a while, Taoist Master Jingming of Bixia Palace squinted his eyes, cupped his fists and said, "May I ask the name of this fellow Taoist, who is his sect, and why do you want to get involved in this matter?"
The man in black robe turned his eyes, looked at Taoist Jingming, and said slowly: "Are you worthy of knowing my name?"
Before he finished speaking, the man in black robes brightened his eyebrows, and a bloody light burst out!
A terrifying aura suddenly erupted.
The Palace Master of Blood Crow Palace and others changed their expressions in shock and retreated one after another.
puff!
Immediately afterwards, under the gaze of countless eyes, Taoist Jingming's head suddenly exploded like a watermelon. He died on the spot, and his soul could not escape!
died!
A strong man in the Return to Void Realm died like this!
Up and down Piaomiao Peak, there was silence, a deathly silence.
This is a truly ruthless person who kills decisively!
After killing a Taoist who returned to the void, the man in black robe felt nothing. His eyes fell on the other four people, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were as cold as frost.