The bright light above Su Bei's head pointed out the place of the God of Shadow. Suddenly, in Su Bei's eyes, dozens of feet away from him, the figure of the God of Shadow appeared.
"Where to go?" Su Bei shouted angrily and jumped to chase after him with a knife.
After only a few breaths, Su Bei chased under the God of Shadow flying in the air. He looked up and found that the God of Shadow was just a ball of dark mist.
The fog turned into a figure, floating, but the speed was pitifully slow.
"Hey, it turns out that a trace of dark energy has been cultivated into spiritual consciousness. It's so ridiculous. He actually calls himself a god." Dao Po smiled disdainfully at this moment.
The underworld energy represents death, coldness, invisibility, and shadowlessness. I think this spiritual consciousness of the underworld energy that calls itself a god has escaped from the underworld of hell and came to the human world.
However, the Murong family was also stupid. Not only did they contain this silk of spiritual consciousness, they also offered a large number of elite children and soldiers, hoping that this silk of spiritual consciousness could train a powerful shadow assassin for Sailing Ye City.
Of course, the premise is that the Shadow Assassin must worship him devoutly, and when necessary, he will worship him with blood.
This is just a way for this dark energy spiritual consciousness to be powerful. After absorbing the essence of a group of shadow assassins, he immediately trained a thin shadow assassin. Finally, this light consciousness just returned some dark energy and entered the bodies of a group of shadow assassins, achieving the effect that they could invisible.
Of course, this is just a prerequisite. Perhaps this silk of spiritual consciousness really has the powerful assassin's skills.
As the God of Shadow Flying, he felt in horror that Su Bei had caught up with him, and at the same time, he clearly felt Su Bei's cold gaze.
"No, it's impossible, how can you see me? You can't see me, you can't see me." The God of Shadow shouted.
Su Bei smiled coldly and said, "Ha, is that right? You are just a trace of spiritual consciousness of the underworld. It is really ridiculous that you dare to call yourself a god."
Su Bei pointed out the identity of the God of Shadow with a word. Suddenly, he forgot to escape in horror, and floated in mid-air, muttering to himself: "Who are you and why can you see the existence from hell."
At this time, Murong Yuan's figure also appeared dozens of feet away. The conversation between Su Bei and the God of Shadow clearly came into his ears. Murong Yuan suddenly staggered. He could hardly imagine that he had always regarded a trace of weak spiritual consciousness from hell as a god.
What's even more ridiculous is that he even presented countless outstanding children and soldiers to him.
But, none of this matters anymore. Su Bei smiled coldly, and the Qiantian Blade carried the breath of the yang, heading towards the scattered spiritual consciousness that was standing in the air.
The blade gently swept through the black fog, and suddenly, a terrifying scream came from the black fog. The spiritual consciousness disappeared, and the black fog dissipated, turning into strands of wisps of the insult in prison, and drilled into the earth one after another.
When Su Bei killed the Shadow God, he did not resist at all. He knew his fate. He shouldn't have existed, he knew, and resistance was useless. Therefore, he let Su Bei kill him.
Return to Hell and Underworld, maybe one day he can cultivate spiritual consciousness again.
Su Bei turned around, looked at Murong Yuan, and said coldly: "What are your means? Just use it."
When Murong Yuan heard this, he smiled indifferently and shook his head and said, "Young man, you don't understand the energy that a big family that has been passed down for thousands of years can have. You underestimate my Murong family too much."
Su Bei was stunned and said in a cold voice: "Is that true?"
Murong Yuan nodded slightly and said, "I'm brave enough, but go to my city lord's mansion."
As the words fell, Murong Yuan pulled away, his figure flashed and disappeared on the spot. Su Bei smiled coldly, and Murong Yuan could not escape in the Thunder Ye City.
With a wave of his hand, Ziyun and the other two stood in front of Su Bei again, their faces filled with horror. In this world, anyone who has been in the Qiankun sleeve bag in Su Bei might have a look like them.
The infinite spiritual crystals accumulate into mountains. The huge Qiankun bag space forms a world of its own, which is something that ordinary Qiankun bags can never do.
At this time, Helian Wudi walked slowly with a pale face. He walked along the way, like Shura Purgatory. The ground was covered in blood and could not find a complete corpse.
These are all people who once shared the loyalty to the Murong family with him. They have friends and enemies. The so-called "Bun" death and foxes are sad. For a moment, Helian's invincible actually comes from the grief.
And he also truly witnessed the consequences of the strong man's anger. It is not an exaggeration to have a mountain of corpses and blood.
"Master," Helian Wudi shouted respectfully.
Su Bei looked at Helian Wudi coldly. Su Bei, who had been a man for two lifetimes, certainly understood Helian Wudi's feelings at this moment.
Su Bei waved his hand and signaled Helian Wudi without saying anything, saying, "You just wait for me outside the city."
"Master, I..." Helian Wudi was speechless.
Su Bei was cold, but he was unique in his own people, which made Helian Wumeng respect Su Bei even more. He nodded, said no more, and turned around and walked outside the city with a halberd.
"Master, the city lord's mansion is not a good place, be careful." Helian Wudi said while walking.
"You guys, go too." Su Bei said to Ziyun and the other two.
"Young Master..." Qing Shang shouted softly.
Bai Ling pulled Qingshang and said, "Sister Qingshang, just listen to him. We went, which made him distracted."
Qingshang was stunned, then looked at Su Bei with a worried look on her face. She bit her lips, and the worry gradually disappeared, and replaced by a firm look.
One day, I will definitely help the young master. Qingshang thought secretly.
Su Bei let out a light roar, and leaped along the Suoye City Avenue and headed towards the City Lord's Mansion.
"Young Master, be careful." Qing Shang looked at Su Bei's back as he quickly left and said loudly.
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There was extremely silence in the Thunderbolt City. There was no pedestrian on the street. Everyone hid back in their rooms or rushed into the secluded alleys of Thunderbolt City in panic.
Northern Jiangsu swept across the wide streets, bringing a strong wind, rolling the broken leaves all over the sky and dancing wildly. The beautiful scenery of the broken leaves floating in the sky seems to have a sense of autumn wind disappearing.
The ruined Ye City was shrouded in a breath that was heavier than the earth spiritual energy.
In less than a quarter of an hour, northern Jiangsu had already passed by dozens of miles of streets. At this time, he stood in front of the city lord's mansion, and the magnificent main gate had already opened.
Qianlongdi.
The name of the city lord's mansion is three golden characters, hanging high above the main gate, with dragons, wind and phoenix dancing, showing its domineering spirit. The reputation and domineering spirit of the Thousand-year-old clan are fully revealed in these three characters.
On both sides of the front door, two golden dragons are spitting dragon balls on their mouths, flying in the clouds and fog, majestic and lifelike.
Su Bei looked coldly at the door opened by Qianlongdi Cave, and the luxurious buildings inside were built to a very far distance. As soon as he moved, he wanted to enter the mansion.
And at this moment, Murong Yuan's voice, a faint and cold breath, came: "Good guest, please come in."