The sound of roof tiles rolling to the eaves, a man with disheveled hair hanging down from the roof, his eyes angrily looking at Jin'an in the temple.

…Tick to…

…Tick to…

A large amount of blood followed the man's arms, the hands holding the sword, the sword spine with complex patterns, the tip of the sword, and the blood dripped down like a stream, and soon gathered into a large pool at the entrance of the temple.

This man is dead.

Dead in the mysterious and dangerous dark sky.

Jin'an looked at the dead man hanging upside down on the eaves and mountains. He didn't know whether this man was killed by some evil spirit at night, but being able to travel in the dark is itself a kind of confidence and conceit in his own strength and a master.

As a result, even such masters who had the means to fly in the air died in the darkness of the ruins.

Fortunately, he rushed out without dazed just now.

Although opportunities are important.

Life is more important.

It was late at night, and it was pitch black outside the temple. The man's body hung upside down on the eaves. Human blood attracted more people to rub the temple and lingered around.

Jin'an did not touch the body.

He doesn't want to have troubles on the dangerous night.

  …

In the dark night, the creepy roar of the earth shaking mountains continued, shaking the mountains and rivers, and was about to split the world.

In addition, there are all kinds of terrible sounds coming and going in the dark, all of which are like whispers of human voices and crying in despair.

Among the ruins of the mountains, a soft divine light appeared.

It's like a lonely lamp in the abyss.

In the endless dark night and the ruins of nirvana, it sways faintly like a candlelight, as if it will be extinguished at any time.

Movement came from the darkness.

There was a heavy footsteps coming towards this soft light that seemed to be extinguished at any time.

The whispers that caused depravity in the dark night and the strange movements that broke through the ground seemed to be ignored by the footsteps.

Dark clouds cover the high altitude and press down very low, with pressure. Even if the rain stops, the dark clouds above the head still remain, like an iron cage that locks this world.

A pair of cold eyes.

Get closer from the dark night.

That was a man with a whole body in a jade robe, with only a pair of cold eyes showing off, and he couldn't see clearly whether he was a man or a woman.

The golden jade clothes are not worn by living people, but burial clothes that only dead people in the cemetery will wear.

The people in the market wore burial clothes after their death, but the princes and nobles firmly believed that jade could protect people's body from rotting for thousands of years, so they used jade boxes to create burial clothes for themselves.

The burial clothes are the underworld in the tomb.

The fate of a living person cannot suppress the underworld with extremely heavy yin energy in the tomb. This person with a pair of eyes exposed is a dead person who ran out of the ancient tomb.

He passed by the temple and saw a dead person hanging upside down on the eaves.

The eyes are dull.

It did not attract too much attention.
Chapter completed!