There was the sound of bells, and in the black mist, a black chariot slowly drove forward. The chariot had no people or horses pulling it, but it moved forward at a constant speed in the dark night.
Behind the chariot were the members of the Amu sect in darkness.
Standing on the black chariot was an old man with a face as wrinkled as tree bark. He had a full head of silver hair and was dressed in black. He held a dragon-headed crutch in his hand. The crutch had an animal's nose bone hanging on it, and a bell hung under the nose bone. When it is blown, it is obviously a clear and pleasant sound of bells, but it has an indescribable eerie feeling.
The old man glanced coldly at Yu Qionghuan, who was rolling on the ground. The rope on Yu Qionghuan's body suddenly burst.
That rope was a specially made iron wire rope made by Feng Qingchen. Most people in the world couldn't break it, but this old woman used her internal force to break the rope without using her hands.
An Yi narrowed his eyes coldly and saw that this was the real leader of the Amu Cult.
"Master!" Yu Qionghuan spit out the cloth in her mouth and stepped forward to salute. It was obvious that she was very afraid of the old woman.
The old woman just blinked, and Yu Qionghuan received two slaps on the face.
Yu Qionghuan quickly knelt on the ground.
"I have only been in seclusion for a few years, but you are so miserable watching the Amu Cult, and you were actually deceived by a man?" The old woman said in a deep voice, "I told you never to trust a man, have you forgotten?"
Yu Qionghuan whispered: "Master, I know I was wrong. I won't dare to do it anymore!"
The old woman snorted coldly. As soon as she raised her hand, Yu Qionghuan's body flew up and landed on the old woman's chariot.
Yu Qionghuan quickly got up and stood behind the old woman.
The old woman's eyes fell on Pulao's face, and she was slightly surprised: "Are you a tomb beast?"
Pulao snorted coldly: "If you know grandpa is here, get out of here!"
The old woman looked at Feng Qingchen and An Yi again, and finally her eyes fell on An Yi, who was holding little Lanfu.
"A descendant of the Dashu Dynasty?" the old woman said bitterly, "That stinky woman Lingxi actually let her succeed!"
Seeing her say Lingxi's name, An Yi couldn't help but ask: "Senior, who are you?"
"Senior? I am thirty years younger than that Lingxi old woman!" the old woman shouted in a deep voice.
An Yi was startled. He is thirty years younger than Lingxi? Why does this woman look like she is a hundred years old?
"The skill I practice, Yi Lao, is exactly the opposite of that stinky woman Lingxi. Because of this, Lingxi robbed me of my man!" The old woman seemed to recall what an unbearable thing happened, and she shouted in a deep voice, "Even if there is Even with the Tomb Suppressing Beast, you can¡¯t even think of leaving here alive!¡±
Before An Yi could react to the old woman's words, she saw a huge cloud of black energy coming towards her. This black energy contained strong resentment. It should be the technique that the woman had practiced with those who had been buried.
An Yi shouted in a deep voice: "Old woman, you use living people to practice your skills, and you still look like this. What man would like you? You can't keep a man, so you blame others! But you and Tian Qing are made for each other. A pair!"
An Yi felt sick when he thought about this old woman practicing the same technique as Tian Qing.
"Tian Qing? Hahaha, do you think the man with a clear mind is Tian Qing?" The old woman suddenly laughed mockingly, and the black energy became more and more intense.
Feng Qingchen pulled An Yi away and blocked the black air with his psychic sword.
"Huh?" The old woman stared at Feng Qingchen and suddenly asked doubtfully: "You shouldn't be. You were burned by the five elements fire in the temple. How could you be okay? Could it be" (Remember the website address of this website) £ºwww.hlnovel.com