Immortal Martial Lord

Chapter 91 Ruthless
  The little brocade box is so extraordinary. Even if it is sealed with a magical talisman, it still seems to exude a vague and sinister aura. This evil power is terrifying.

"What are the contents of this box?" Uncle Zhong murmured to himself. He only knew about the existence of this box before leaving. Moreover, the head of the family personally ordered him to keep the box with him and carry it with him. , and then hand it over to the owner of this box when you arrive at the Southern Wilderness Dragon Imperial City.

Uncle Zhong is the person with the highest cultivation level among the caravan heading to the Southern Wilderness. In the secular world, he can be regarded as a rare master. This shows that even the head of the Ling family attaches great importance to the contents of this box.

Uncle Zhong stared at the small brocade box on the table in front of him. After a while, he put the brocade box into a hidden pocket close to his body again, with extreme caution.

However, just as Uncle Zhong was putting away the brocade box, his expression suddenly changed, and then he suddenly struck the window on the right front with his palm.

With a sound of "Bang!", under the impact of Uncle Zhong's extremely powerful palm, the window instantly turned into sawdust and scattered in all directions. Indistinctly, a black shadow flashed out of the window and disappeared.

"Whoosh!" Uncle Zhong shot out of the broken window like an arrow. Under the moonlit night, on the river in the distance, a black shadow was riding on the mist-shrouded river. As he walked, he disappeared on the river in the blink of an eye.

"Climbing to the water, what a guy!" When Uncle Zhong saw this scene, he couldn't help but admire this man's ability to make light of his body. He could actually regard the waves as flat ground just by relying on the buoyancy of his water skin. realm.

At this time, there was a burst of rapid footsteps all around, and soon, seven or eight people rushed forward. They were the green-clothed guards who heard a strange noise and came to check.

"It's okay here, please disperse!" Seeing these guards, Uncle Zhong couldn't help but frowned, and waved to the seven or eight guards.

Only he knew about this brocade box. Even Ling Luoyan didn't know that he was carrying such a brocade box. It was top secret.

"Yes!" The seven or eight guards immediately saluted Uncle Zhong and then retreated. When these guards saw the broken window behind Uncle Zhong, although they were shocked and suspicious, they immediately retreated.

These guards also know very well that what can be known and asked about, and what should be treated as unknown even if it is known, cannot be said, let alone asked.

After the guards retreated, Uncle Zhong couldn't help but glance at the river where the man in black disappeared, and murmured to himself: "Who was that man just now?"

You don't need to ask to know that the man peeking out of the window is definitely looking for the little brocade box in his arms. What exactly is in the box! ? Uncle Zhong's curiosity rose rapidly.

Why do so many people come for it? The former white-bone ancestor of the Black Witch Cult is now this mysterious man. It seems that this box has an unknown secret, and many people want to get it.

Uncle Zhong thought for a while, but couldn't think of a reason, so he turned around and jumped into the room through the broken window. He knew how to climb water and cross water, but he didn't dare to chase the mysterious man who came to spy and let him go. Because no one knows whether that person is a bait, leading him to chase and then fall into a trap prepared by others.

This section of the Yanjiang River is seven or eight miles wide. The surface of the river is covered with a layer of mist. A black shadow penetrates the mist like a ghost, riding on the waves and heading towards the opposite side of the Yanjiang River.

Climbing the water and walking on the waves are shocking to ordinary people, but to some true practitioners, it is nothing extraordinary. It was a masked man wrapped in black clothes. Looking at his figure, you knew that this person was a man. Soon, he crossed the river and jumped to the other side.

He turned around and looked at the three large ships looming in the mist opposite. A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he murmured to himself: "I didn't expect that there were experts on board that ship. It doesn't seem easy to get that thing." !”

The masked man was about to turn around and leave, but at this moment, a white figure suddenly appeared behind him. This person came so suddenly, as if he appeared out of thin air.

In an instant, the masked man's body movements froze. He felt his scalp numb, and an extremely dangerous aura enveloped him, making him feel as if he had suddenly fallen into an ice cave. , all cold.

"Why did you peek on the Haotian caravan ship!" The white figure behind the masked man stood quietly, but the interaction of energy made the masked man feel the threat of death.

The masked man knew that if he didn't answer, the man behind him would kill him without hesitation at the next moment. This was beyond doubt.

"It's... for the same thing!" When his life was seriously threatened, the masked man had to say that the threat posed to him by the man behind him was too great. His life and death depended only on his thoughts. .

"What!" the man asked again. Although his tone was calm, it revealed a strength that could not be refused.

"No... I don't know!" The masked man's clothes were soaked with sweat, and his voice trembled. The unparalleled pressure from the man behind him made him feel extremely frightened.

"Don't know? Then you can go and die!" The man in white stepped out with a "Bang!" sound, and the whole ground shook, and then, his five fingers moved forward like steel hooks.

"No!" The masked man was immediately frightened out of his mind. He put his feet on the ground and tried to rush forward. However, he was horrified to find that he could not move. He seemed to be imprisoned by an unpredictable force. It was as if he was frozen, no matter how hard he struggled, his feet could not move at all.

"Spare..." The masked man opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but by this time it was already too late. He only felt a tightening in the back of his neck, and then heard a vague "click", and his consciousness fell into the boundless darkness, and his head went limp. It drooped softly.

The man in white suddenly pinched the masked man's neck and broke it. Then, with a wave of his hand, he threw the masked man's body into the river like a rotten sack.

"Plop!" With a sound, the masked man's body fell into the river and was washed away by the river in an instant.

"What on earth is that thing? So many people are eyeing the Haotian caravan." The man in white murmured to himself, and suddenly looked at the three large ships on the opposite river.

The moonlight reflected on the face of the man in white. This man was clearly Gu Fei.

(End of this chapter)