Chapter: 4684

"That's right, the spiritual fruit we obtained by our own strength and chance. Why do they take it away like this? The suzerain of the Blood Knife Sect just hid one, and was suppressed and killed like this. Hundreds of thousands of years of hard work were wasted."

For a while, the crowd was excited.

Meng Xituo and Hades looked at each other, did not speak, but left the place with his subordinates. It took them a long time to digest this encounter. Speaking of it, they lost more than others Seriously, brought 10,000 men here, and now 4,000 to 5,000 are dead, only half of them are left, and nothing has been caught

"Everyone, forget it, be careful that the walls have ears."

Lu Zhong Guihai sighed and offered some persuasion.

The master of the Yinling sect and the others immediately shut their mouths when they heard the words, and after venting their anger, they were also a little scared now. If Qing Yun and the others heard those few words just now, they would probably die miserably.

After a while, the monks here dispersed one after another. Except for the underworld monks who originally made a living here, the monks who gathered because of the Styx Palace basically all left, and some were not reconciled, thinking that the Styx After the shrine sank, some things might have fallen into the river Styx. They decided to stay and salvage for a while to see if they could get their own opportunities. Among them were the lord of the Yinling sect and several other existences in the underworld.

In the past two days or so, a crack in space suddenly appeared in the sky above the Styx River, and a figure walked out of it. This is a young monk who looks to be in his twenties, wearing plain white robes, carrying a long sword, The long hair at the temples fluttered in the wind, looking wild and unruly.

His appearance didn't seem to attract the attention of any underworld cultivator. Even if a cultivator occasionally passed by in front of him, he seemed to be completely invisible.

"The Styx Shrine reappeared in the world, and the flame of eternity was ignited by someone. Who would be the person who ignited the fire of eternity? Could it be the remnants of those defeated generals? After so many years, this group of shrinking turtles can't bear it anymore Hehe, when you had such a huge force back then, in the end, the strongest ones were not wiped out in ashes, and they died or fled, and now they want to stir up troubles, it's just a dream."

The young man muttered to himself, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, and then, a faint spiritual thought centered on him and spread to all directions. In an instant, his spiritual thought reached every corner of the second heaven of the underworld

"Hey, when did this world add an outer disciple? Well, no, not even an outer disciple. It's just that he was chosen by the family. It's interesting."

The young man's eyes lit up slightly.

The next moment, his figure disappeared in place.

"Do I really have a previous life"

Ning Qi was walking by the Styx River, his eyes showed a hint of contemplation, no matter what the woman or the phantom said, although it was said to him, Ning Qi was absolutely sure that they regarded themselves as another person, This person, very likely, is his previous life. If so, I am afraid that his previous life was extraordinary, and he has experienced an extremely tragic failure

Suddenly, Ning Qi paused slightly, looked forward, and saw a monk standing with his back not far in front of him. The place where this monk was standing happened to block Ning Qi's way, and Ning Qi was extremely sure that there was no one there just now where the monk was standing.

"This Styx River has existed for a long time. I remember that my master brought me here once when I was young."

The monk suddenly said lightly, with a hint of sadness in his tone.

"You, talking to me"

Ning Qi looked at the monk and said lightly.

The monk smiled and turned to look at Ning Qi. Ning Qi subconsciously wanted to check the attributes of the other party, but the system could not display it. Whether it was the name or the cultivation level, they were all question marks. At this moment, Ning Qi already understood that the other party must either Is it the same as the old demon of Montenegro, or his cultivation base is too much beyond him, or both

"Just pretend I'm talking to you."

The monk turned around to look at Ning Qi, and smiled lightly.

He was wearing a plain white robe, carrying a long sword on his back, with a faint smile on his face, and the long hair on his temples fluttered with the wind, giving him the air of a fairy.

Ning Qi smiled, "I don't know you."

"You are not qualified to know me."

The young monk smiled slightly, and there was no sarcasm in his tone, but his words carried a sense of arrogance.

"This person is not kind."

Ning Qi sighed in his heart. Faced with such an existence, he didn't know whether Xianjun Ling could bluff the opponent.