Ning Changjiu took the sword, walked across the formation and headed towards the center of the field.No one had noticed when he arrived. Neither did anyone know who he was.“You’ve got some nerve,” Fang Hege looked at him and praised. Then, he asked, “What’s your name?”The genius disciples of the four peaks were mostly celebrated. Even if they didn’t fight against each other, they had heard of each other. Fang Hege’s asking was actually an insult to the disciples of some renown.However, none of the disciples of the three other peaks knew Ning Changjiu. Even the seniors only heard of him occasionally.Ning Changjiu looked at the young man in white and found that the latter’s white clothes were tidier than his.Although it resulted from days’ traveling, he still felt displeased. He answered calmly, “Ning Changjiu.”“Ning Changjiu...” Fang Hege thought about it and then recalled who he

When Ning Changjiu struck the last sword move, all the shadows returned to his body and the domineering sword Qi also vanished now.They seemed to be in the darkness. In the extreme darkness, the moon was covered so all the light was gone. Everything visible was engulfed by the darkness.The saber in the hand of the young man in black, which was like dry sand losing its stickiness, started to fade away.Seeing Ning Changjiu’s weird posture, he wanted to laugh. Nevertheless, when he stared at the sword stabbed into his throat, he just couldn’t laugh then. Instead, he could only make a strangely deep voice.The young man in black was full of doubts. He wanted to ask something but Ning Changjiu didn’t give him any chance. The sword Qi flashed across as if the magma gushed out. Countless red lines lit up in his body. Those red lines were like arising blood streaks as if they were about to break out of the skin anytime.

The old man scrutinized the painting for a long time. With his wrinkled fingers, he stroked every scale of the black boa, the top of the cyan head and eventually, its sharp fangs.It was not long but the old man’s eyes looked as if transcending the days of yore.He rolled up the painting, stuffed it into a wooden case, carried it on his back and then got out of the door.The townspeople of Liantian Town gradually recovered from the panic. Those kindhearted monsters also returned to their own posts but subconsciously, they just stayed away from those strange paintings.The lotus flowers on the pond were moist and round while the lotus leaves all got out of the pond’s surface against the morning wind. In the sunlight at noon, the wind caused the water to ripple with silver light. Everything looked peaceful.The old man bent down, untied the rope of the boat, stepped on the lotus boat and drove it towards the depth

The skeleton of the python was like a big white centipede while the blood and flesh transformed by the grey fog of dead spirits were the scaly armor on it.There were nail-like sharp teeth on the upper and lower jaws. The coniform skull was decorated with a pair of long backward horns on both sides, just like two inward-curling blades.The old man stood in the center of the skeleton, wearing white clothes with black collars. His hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin. He was plainly dressed but showed an air of immortality.He looked at the people in the hidden peak and said, “Today, our sect has been faced with the catastrophe. Luckily, you threw yourselves into the breach and repulsed the enemies. I suppose the Oracle Sword Heavenly Sect will be able to gain a solid foothold in the South Continent even if I’m not in the peak from now on.”The old man’s words were plain and gentle. His long drooping eyebrows were like the b

Liantian Town was like a new world. All the people and monsters just disappeared. The whole town became an end-to-end space independent of everything.This was another painting.In the painting, no matter how serious the fight became, the original body of the town wouldn’t be affected at all.The monsters in the town still ran about in confusion. They didn’t realize at all that in the parallel space, two ancient fierce gods were confronting each other quietly.“Xiaolian, keep your hands off the paintings!” Qiusheng grabbed the hand that reached out for the painting of the black cat.Xiaolian raised her head and blinked her eyes. The black cat lay in her arms, rubbing against her arms intimately.Qiusheng dragged Xiaolian aside and ordered, “It is the Ghost Festival now. If you touch the paintings, you will get out. By then, I won’t be able to find you then.”Ning Xiaoling nodded with on