Resurrection of spiritual energy, starting with a hundred times the potential of the physical body

Chapter 887 Mysterious Man

Jiang Xiaolong was puzzled in his heart, his sect master was killed, this elder actually did not want to take revenge, but instead said such a headless sentence, it seems that they all know something, and for what reason they can't tell each other.

The Purple Thunder Sect Elder slowly picked up Lei Qun's body, raised his head to look at Leng Xian, and said in a low voice, "Cold Valley Lord, I'm sorry."

Leng Xian was confused, "What kind of statement is this?" "

At this moment, a gloomy voice behind Jiang Xiaolong came, although this voice sounded young, the true qi contained in it was extremely terrifying, making Jiang Xiaolong couldn't help but shiver.

"No need to ask him, he doesn't dare to say."

Jiang Xiaolong turned his head and saw a person with a long figure, wrapped in a long black robe from beginning to end, and even his face was wearing a dark mask, but a small golden dragon was engraved on the mask.

"Where does this dragon pattern seem to see..." Jiang Xiaolong pondered for a while, then suddenly raised his head.

Yes, it is the dragon pattern on the purple spirit coat, but although this dragon pattern is extremely similar, it seems to be somewhat different.

"Who are you!" Leng Xian gulped and pointed at the man and asked.

The man ignored it and just laughed to himself.

After a while, a sentence popped up: "Who am I, you don't deserve to know."

"What!" The three elders jumped up together and were about to strike at the man's chest.

"Don't!" The Purple Thunder Sect elder shouted loudly in the back, but it was too late.

The man in black waved his right hand lightly, and a pure true qi with black mist followed, but there was no power to speak of, but as soon as the mist left his hand, it turned into an overwhelming black wind, roaring angrily towards him.

Before the three elders could react, they were struck out by this terrifying true qi and flew out tens of meters away and hit the eaves, falling down heavily, bleeding from their mouths and noses, and wailing incessantly.

This blow can be described as devastation, leaving everyone in place and not daring to move. "Not self-sufficient." The man in black snorted coldly.

Jiang Xiaolong felt that the power of this blow seemed to be much weaker than that of the purple spirit, but at least it was at the level of the Battle Sect.

So he clasped his fists and said, "Dare to ask Your Excellency if you are from the Shadow Hall."

"The Hall of Shadows..." the man in black scoffed, "The Hall of Shadows can also be compared to me?"

Leng Xian stepped forward and bowed his head and said, "Have you offended Your Excellency?"

"I said, you don't deserve it yet."

Leng Xian's face turned grim, "Then Your Excellency, this..."

"Just complete some tasks, although the completion is not satisfactory, but you can go back to the errand." The man in black said coldly.

After that, another gust of wind was raised, and by the time it calmed down, it had disappeared, leaving only two deep footprints on the ground.

"Bang!"

Jiang Xiaolong hurriedly looked behind him, and saw that the elder of the Purple Thunder Sect holding the corpse of Lei Qun had fallen to the ground, and he did not make any sound before he died, which showed the terrifying strength of this man in black.

Leng Xian hurried over, reached out, and then shook his head at Jiang Xiaolong with a cold face.

There were only more than ten remaining disciples of the Purple Thunder Sect, and seeing that Leng Xian did not speak, he hurriedly picked up the two corpses and fled from this purgatory-like flying snow valley on earth.

"Who the hell is this man?" Jiang Xiaolong and Leng Xian looked at each other, and both fell into deep thought.

......

In the night sky of Flying Snow Valley, a black figure streaked through, and the figure was extremely fast, and the snow everywhere it passed was lifted by the wind, and after a while, it was covered by the snowflakes flying in the sky.

This is exactly the mysterious man in black just now.

The corners of the black-clothed man's mouth turned up slightly, and he said to himself: "I can finally go back to the errand."

Then he smiled evilly: "That kid is quite interesting, I don't know which young master, but he still knows about the Shadow Hall... I have to go back to the leader as soon as possible to investigate the background of this kid. "

"Swoosh!"

The speed of the man in black suddenly skyrocketed, and he disappeared into the endless night sky in an instant.

The next day, the sun penetrated the clouds in the sky, gradually dispelling the darkness of the night, and the drifting snow in the Flying Snow Valley also stopped.

It's just that the faint blood stains on the ground are still announcing the fierceness of last night's battle.

Leng Xian suffered internal injuries, but he was also considered to have recovered most of it, standing at the highest point of the Flying Snow Valley at this time, silently looking at the disciples who were cleaning below.

"Three..." Ling Xian sighed sadly.

The three elders were all damaged by their dantian and their skills were exhausted, but the mysterious man in black only swept it lightly.

Leng Haoyang had been fighting with the disciples of the Purple Thunder Sect and had only suffered some skin injuries.

And Jiang Xiaolong used the Four Sacred Flame Transformation last night, and at this time the True Qi had been sealed, but his spirit was not bad, standing in the courtyard thinking about something.

"Zi Ling and I have been together for so long, and they have never used their full strength..." Jiang Xiaolong couldn't help but sigh at how huge the gap between himself and these Battle Sect Battle Venerables was.

But this did not hit Jiang Xiaolong, but it aroused Jiang Xiaolong's fighting spirit of cultivation even more.

"Who is that man in black and where is it from?" Jiang Xiaolong was still thinking.