Comprehension: All My Disciples Are Big Villains

Looking at the corpse of the old man, Luo He quickly stepped forward to check, but he was sure that it was the corpse of the old man, which made Luo He couldn't help but breathe in cold air.

Although he didn't know what happened, the old man's body was placed here.

Luo He knew that something he hadn't expected had happened just now.

With dignified eyes, Luo He no longer said more, but began to deepen into the mist in front of him.

Although it looked very strange here, after seeing the old man's body, he knew that there was basically no other danger here.

The formation was arranged by the old man. The people who arranged the formation are already dead. What danger can there be?

Thinking of this, Luo He sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"Be careful, there must be other enemies in there!"

Hearing Luo He's words, Wang Yan's mouth twitched slightly, but he did not refute it now.

When he saw the old man's corpse, Wang Yan was unavoidably shocked.

However, there was a panic in his eyes, so Luo He guessed that the death of the old man was probably related to Wang Yan.

His behavior now is indeed too weird.

It was precisely because of this speculation that Luo He was also secretly wary of Wang Yan.

"Don't look at me with this kind of eyes, I don't even know what happened just now!" Wang Yan quickly defended.

It was precisely because of Wang Yan's defense that Luo He's eyes flashed: "Just be careful."

Although Luo He didn't know what happened here, according to Luo He's guess, Wang Yan must have known it.

At a distance of nearly 10,000 meters from the old man Death, it was a bottomless pit.

When I stretch my head and look, I can still feel the chilly breath that permeates it.

It was precisely because of the cold air that appeared that Luo He's heart suddenly became more solemn.

He looked at Wang Yan next to him, did not say much, and returned to the old man's body.

"The old man can become the big Elder of Flurry Dance. The method is certainly not weak, and he can be calm and calm in the face of our encirclement and suppression."

Hearing Luo He's words, Wang Yan also nodded.

"His methods are indeed not weak. If he doesn't have the ability, how can he seal me for ten thousand years."

Hearing Wang Yan's words, Luo He did not deny, but couldn't help frowning.

It was such a person who was not weak, but now he died in front of them.

Especially looking at the death of the corpse, according to Luo He's guess, it must have been killed by a single blow.

Even if there is no chance to resist, that shows how tyrannical the hands are.

After taking a deep breath, Luo He looked up at Wang Yan.

"This is the sealed land of the dance of the gods and demons. Except for the big Elder, is there anyone with the same strength as him?" Luo He asked.

Wang Yan shook his head: "The number of people in Luanwu is very small, and the life of each Luanwu is very important."

Luo He immediately appeared dissatisfied with his explanation, which really felt a bit prevarication.

"I know that every Luanwu's life is of vital importance, but this is not something I am concerned about. I am asking about the gods and demons and Luanwu!" Luo He said.

He knows that the number of Flurry is rare, but the evidence now is not enough to show that the old man was beheaded by people from Flurry.

In addition to Chuanwu, there is also a line of gods and demons that makes people feel very important.

"Do you suspect the line of gods and demons?"

"The line of gods and demons is just a tonic in Luan Wu's eyes, and it has no status at all. Even if you doubt it, you suspect the wrong person." Wang Yan retorted.

He knew that Luo He had just entered the sealed land of the Flurry of Gods and Demons, and he had no idea about the past, nor did he know the connection between the two races.

Luo He was too lazy to ask about the power struggle between the two races, just looking up at the fog in front of him and the corpse on the ground.

The two seemingly unrelated races gave Luo He a great sense of connection.

"Although I don't know what you are thinking about, the line of gods and demons absolutely dare not hurt the line of Ranwu, or say..."

"It comes from the suppression of the bloodline, and it is impossible to break through the limit."

Luo He just sneered at Wang Yan's explanation.

These people have long been accustomed to the feeling of being superior, so they have never regarded the gods and demons of the inferior in their eyes.

"Even if you can't break through the restrictions, I hope you can be more cautious. This matter can't be underestimated." Luo He said.

The old man's Death always gave Luo some unspeakable weirdness, and he always felt that the back of the matter was extraordinary.

But soon...

Luo He suddenly found a clue.

The corpse of the old man!

Although it was indeed the old man, his body was still wriggling.

Luo He checked, his body didn't have any breath at all, in short, it was a corpse.

It was the corpse in front of him that gave Luo He a very strange illusion.

He looked down at the corpse and found that the old man's face was always facing down.

Luo He bent down and began to move the corpse, and it took a lot of effort to turn the corpse around.

But when he saw the old man's face, Luo He even felt vomiting.

The entire face has become bloody, and suddenly there is a disgusting illusion.

Seeing the hideous degree of the face in front of him, Luo He's face was pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his lips were trembling.

Even Wang Yan, who was next to him, was taken aback when he saw this scene.

Especially his face was squirming, as if there was something to come out at any moment.

Wang Yan hurriedly pushed Luo He away, looked at the corpse in front of him with a vigilant look, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Be cautious, I probably know how he died." Wang Yan sneered.

However, Luo He just sneered at Wang Yan's appearance.

Although what Wang Yan said may seem relaxed, in fact he must have known it a long time ago.

The reason why he confided now was because he saw the clues in his mind, so he didn't open his mouth to avoid causing suspicion.

However, he still has to follow Wang Yan's words: "If you know, just say it directly, otherwise we are likely to be in fatal danger."

After a little thought, Wang Yan gritted his teeth and said, "It's probably a local cultivator!"

Luo He hugged his arms and looked at him with interest.

"Native cultivator? This is the sealed land of your gods and demons flurry, where is the native cultivator?!"

In the short contact, Luo He could see the domineering character of Gods and Demons Flurry. If there were any local cultivators, they would have killed them all.

"We have been sealed here for ten thousand years. Those local cultivators should have been thoroughly cleaned up by us, but it seems that is not the case now!" Wang Yan said.

Luo He basically didn't approve of his explanation at all.

Although he doesn't know what a local cultivator is, there must be some tricks hidden in it.

"Although I don't know why you seem so assertive, since you know that the local cultivator is doing the trick, where are they?" Luo He asked.

Seeing Luo He's puzzled appearance, Wang Yan shook his head, but looked at the mist not far away with fearful eyes.

"If my guess is right, those flurrying dances must be hidden within these mists."

"But I have already guessed something. If he is really hidden in the mist, he must be staring at us in secret."

Wang Yan was so afraid of the local cultivator, but Luo He felt very puzzled.

At any rate, he is also a flurry of dance, even the gods and demons are not afraid of them. Why is he so afraid of the local cultivator?

"Is there anything so powerful about the local cultivator that makes you look so scared?" Luo He frowned and asked.

"The local cultivator is definitely not as good as me in terms of strength, but they don't rely on strength to fight against people."

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