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The scorching flames emitted a monstrous red light, separating out a sealed space. Inside the barrier, Ling Yun and the old man solemnly looked at each other. No one dared to relax their guard, but the old man was afraid, not Ling Yun, but the magic box in Ling Yun's hands.

The old man trembled as he held the Fireeye Scepter and asked, "Cough cough, quickly tell me, how did this old man feel a tiny bit of my son's aura from it, and it was actually surrounded by tens of thousands of soul forces?"

Saying that, the old man took a deep breath, raised the scepter and faced Ling Yun's nose. Although his tone showed some traces of cowardice, his words did not give Ling Yun the slightest leeway to retreat.

"Hey, I say, old mister, don't be like this, what should be said has already been said, just like what Fan Mu had said before. If you don't believe me, I can only prove it to you," Lingyun had a more polite expression, he raised his hand to discard the scepter in front of him and said helplessly. The remaining warmth of the scepter made his heart tremble.

The old man's pupils shrank as he curled his lips and asked, "Interesting, what do you think?"

"Cough cough, this ? "If you have offended you in any way, please forgive me ?" Lingyun wanted to speak but hesitated. Considering that the old man might have lost control of his emotions after enclosing the scene in the box, Lingyun hesitated.

Without waiting for her to think, the old man's face became irritated and he said impatiently, "Interesting? "Don't keep me guessing. If you can prove it, then quickly do it. This old man will not be fooled by your nonsense."

He knew in the bottom of his heart that the Lingyun in front of him was just a little kid, and there was no need to be afraid of him at all. Adding on the fact that his own son's aura was in the other party's hands, he could not help but feel a little disgusted. Therefore, at this point, the elder did not intend to give Lingyun face.

He knew that at this very moment, the old man was definitely not in a good mood. Since that was the case, before he knew the truth, it would be best not to provoke him with words, lest his opponent lose control of his emotions and end up with a loss of his soul.

Lingyun coughed lightly, and the magic box in his hands flashed by. A hint of fear arose from the bottom of his heart, and he reminded, "Old sir, you must focus on not getting invaded by some chaotic items."

His left hand gently caressed the magic box, and slowly opened a hole in the corner. Unexpectedly, a ghost aura suddenly flowed out from the side of the magic box, and turned into a black shadow of a skeleton, turning into black smoke, like a demonic vine, it wrapped around the old man's body, and covered his eyes.

The old man only felt his vision go black. With a bang, the Scepter fell to the ground. As it scattered, sparks formed a few holes on the surface of the grey robe.

"This place is ?" The old man muttered to himself as he looked at the scene around him. He lowered his head to look at the changes in his body, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

The old man unconsciously swayed his body, but he discovered that he couldn't control the direction he was heading. He tilted his head and looked around, and saw that the white bones were actually hidden in the sand, and even though he had killed many people in his life and gone to war, he had still seen them. However, this mountain of bones still made the old man feel really sick.

With a frown, the old man looked up and saw a few blurry figures in the direction they were headed. The old man could not help but feel a little upset when he heard the cries of despair coming from the direction they were coming from.

As he approached, the old man saw a tall, headless knight holding a Demonic Scythe in his hand, reaping the heads of warriors after warriors who had lost their lives. The fresh meat on his body seemed to have been soaked in acid, bubbling and turning into smoke.

The old man stared at the Headless Horseman with his mouth wide open. Since he could not control his body, the old man could only show a carefree look. However, the words he said and the shocked attitude he showed made the fear in his heart show clearly.

The old man said, "What is this place, it is not good to be hit by that brat's schemes, it is not good, if the environment is good, at least with that kid's ability, he cannot do anything to me, but if you use some secret technique and export my soul, my soul will be out, and my physical body will be broken, then that can't be..." "No, cough cough, cough cough, no matter what, I have to find the exit."

But before the words had even finished speaking, the scene in front of him had changed and was transferred to the sea. With two chuckles, the old man mockingly said, "So that's how it is, it's just a nostalgic illusion. Wanting to trap this old man like this, isn't that a bit too boastful?"

In his entire life, the old man's spirit energy was released in a split-second, showing some signs of solidification. But even so, the old man was still unable to find a way to recover his body, and his consciousness was quietly being swallowed by something. He fiercely bit his tongue, the pain making him feel much clearer.

His heavy eyelids opened and closed. The scene before his eyes suddenly changed. It was as if he had arrived at an unknown ship, but there was a hint of familiarity in it.

After passing through a few layers of wooden doors, the old man stopped in a room.

"Nangong Yu, do you think this is feasible?" A man dressed in a mysterious black robe, with an extremely downcast expression, asked a man with a silver tail and a haughty and cold temperament. Although the change in his expression could not be seen, anyone who heard it would definitely be filled with anxiety.

"We have to do it." The silver-haired man, the one called Nangong Yu, clenched his teeth and said. He frowned, shook his head, and continued, "Do you think you can get past that command like that? "If you can't complete the next sacrifice, then you will be the next one to die. It would be better to risk my life to carve out a path of blood, since my subordinates have already made such a sacrifice, and I can see that I am not a cold-blooded creature who let the remaining people be sacrificed for no reason."

Forget it, I know that I cannot persuade you, here, this is for you. "As he said this, the mysterious man extended his right hand that had turned into a white bone and handed Nangong Yu a golden bead," Eat it in an emergency, it can save your life.

"You?"

"Where did this come from?"

"And you, your hand, you actually acknowledged him as your master for revenge!"