I asked you to play the dungeon, but you are here to raise the BOSS?

"Help! There's a ghost!"

The honest monk stumbled and rushed into the courtyard like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"Who is it! Huh?"

The visibility was low at night, and Sun Xiuqing and Shi Xiuxue, who were guarding the gate of the courtyard, were not familiar with the honest monk.

As soon as they drew their swords out of the sheath, they felt their eyes blurred and lost the trace of the person who came.

The two girls' pretty faces sank and turned to chase.

"It's the honest monk."

Dugu Yihe snorted and said in a deep voice: "This monk is not smart, you don't have to pay attention to him."

"Yes! I will obey the master's order!"

The two girls were startled, their cheeks flushed, and they held the sword as a salute and turned around.

They are all true disciples of Dugu Yihe, the master of Emei, and are among the "Three Heroes and Four Beauties". Their martial arts are still good.

Whether it is sword skills or internal strength, they are the best of the young generation in the world.

But compared with masters like the honest monk, their martial arts are not enough.

Fortunately, the two girls have suffered several blows these days and gradually understood their position.

Usually they just send away the gangsters and have no intention of stopping the real martial arts masters.

They can't stop them.

"Honest monk, what are you crazy about?"

Lu Xiaofeng's figure flashed and appeared at the door of the hall: "Where did the ghost come from?"

"Really... there is really a ghost!"

The honest monk trembled all over and pointed outside in panic.

At some point, his original clothes were torn to tatters, and he looked like he had suffered a lot.

"When you encounter a ghost, your first reaction is to bring it here. You are a monk who is really loyal. Huh?"

Sikong Zhaixing was stunned: "No, you are a monk! Even if there is a ghost, you can chant scriptures to save it."

"Yes, ghosts are nothing more than dead people, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Humph! I've seen a lot of dead ghosts, but I haven't seen living ghosts yet. It's a good time to see them."

Everyone has almost finished eating now.

Hearing the excitement, Mu Dao Ren, Gongsun Lan and others also left their seats and walked out.

All the people present were top-notch masters, and they were so numerous that they would not care much even if a ghost really came.

"This..., monks are actually not afraid of ghosts."

Seeing the masters around, the honest monk felt relieved and defended himself: "But that thing is probably not a ghost."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Then what did you call a ghost just now?"

"The monk was wrong just now."

The honest monk exhaled a breath and said seriously: "Ghosts are not that scary."

Lu Xiaofeng: "..."

"Although you are disrespectful to me, you are not wrong."

In the night, a vague and cold voice came faintly: "What kind of thing is a ghost? How can it be compared with me?"

The voice seemed to be far away, not far away, and seemed to be close, giving people a very strange feeling.

The voice stopped, and a figure with black hair hanging down to the ground suddenly appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

A series of strange black energy rolled up and turned into black mist, covering the figure tightly.

Only from the outline of the figure, it can be vaguely judged that it is a woman.

"It's... it's this thing! Help!"

The honest monk showed fear in his eyes and trembled all over.

"Who is playing tricks here!"

Sun Xiuqing and Shi Xiuxue drew their swords again, pointed at the figure in the black mist, and shouted.

The swordsmanship of the Emei School is still good, the sword light is grim, and the rules are strict.

"..."

Seeing the two women draw their swords, Mu Daoren and others hurriedly stopped, wanting to say something but stopped.

"Are you so brave, Emei disciples?"

Lu Xiaofeng sighed and looked at Dugu Yihe beside him: "In this situation, do you dare to draw your sword first?"

"You are really audacious!"

Dugu Yihe snorted and flew behind the two women: "With your skills, how can you block a blow from a master? Why don't you retreat!"

"Yes!"

Hearing the master's words, the two women did not dare to disobey and quickly bowed and retreated.

"Master Dugu, don't worry. If I wanted to kill someone just now, their martial arts would have destroyed them long ago."

The woman said proudly: "Master Dugu, if you don't believe me, you can try it yourself."

"Very good! I'm just looking forward to learning."

The sword flashed, and Dugu Yihe had already drawn his sword, his eyes grim: "Please, sir!"

"Well, you, the master of Emei, are indeed much stronger than the monk just now."

The woman in the shadow said calmly: "If you can cut through this black fog, I will take action."

"Okay!"

Dugu Yihe nodded, took a step forward, and chopped down with his long sword.

Emei swordsmanship originally emphasizes elegance and strangeness, but Dugu Yihe's sword moves are full of openness, fierceness and ferocity, just like a knife and an axe.

This is Dugu Yihe's 30 years of painstaking efforts and original creation of the sword and sword double kill.

Every move is not only a knife technique, but also a sword technique.

Before the sword energy arrived, Dugu Yihe's figure had already appeared behind the black shadow, slashing with a sword.

A bright sword light appeared in the void, slashing towards the entire black fog.

When the sword light slashed down, Dugu Yihe followed the aura aroused by the sword and appeared several meters away.

In an instant, several afterimages of Dugu Yihe appeared in the air.

It was as if the head of Emei summoned several clones and attacked at the same time.

"The swordsmanship is good, the internal strength is also good, but it's a pity that the sword intent is not yet complete."

The woman raised her hand gently, and her voice was slightly appreciative.

The rolling black air flowed, and the black fog became thicker.

A stream of sword energy whistled and slashed at the black fog, then disappeared without a trace.

It was as if the black fog covering several meters in radius was a bottomless black hole that could swallow everything.

Even the sword energy was no exception.

"In such a big world, there are actually such masters?"

The sword energy was crisscrossing, and Dugu Yihe stepped on the Four Elephants Step. Although the sword energy did not weaken at all, his brows had already furrowed deeply.

With his eyesight, he had already discovered that the black fog was manifested by the woman's top energy, and he did whatever he wanted.

But discovery is discovery...

From beginning to end, Dugu Yihe's sword energy could not break through this thin layer of black fog.

This was something Dugu Yihe had never encountered before.

He couldn't even imagine how this was done.

"... Please show me, Mr. Lin."

The two girls, Sun Xiuqing, also found that something was wrong and said in horror.

Although Dugu Yihe's martial arts was not the best in the world, it was definitely at the top level.

Everyone in Emei worshipped her as a god.

The scene before them was something they could not imagine at all.

Even if Ximen Chuxue and Ye Gucheng were here in person, they would not allow Dugu Yihe to draw his sword without fighting back.

"Master Dugu, you are a guest, please stop."

Lin Xuan nodded, appeared behind Dugu Yihe, and said lightly.

If the Fengyun worldview is integrated, the identity of the black fog woman can be basically guessed, and there is really no need to fight to the death.

"Okay! Hmm?"

Dugu Yihe's pupils shrank slightly: "This... this black fog is a bit strange, I'm afraid it can't be stopped."

He just tried to withdraw his power, but found that there was an extremely strange aura in the black fog, which was guiding his sword.

Even his internal energy was faintly affected by that aura.

Once the power is forcibly withdrawn, the opponent's aura will counterattack at will, and he will be crippled if he doesn't die!

So much so that he seemed to be fighting with the opponent's internal strength without realizing it.

After saying these words, Dugu Yihe's internal energy was consumed faster, and his face became even uglier.

"Ah Qing, separate them."

Lin Xuan looked back at Ah Qing and said lightly.

"Okay."

Ah Qing broke off a green bamboo stick and cut it down lightly.

A green light flashed, and a green sword light seemed to break through the limitations of time and space, and appeared directly between Dugu Yihe and the black fog woman.

The black fog shook violently, and a clear breaking sound came.

The black fog woman shook her body, and Dugu Yihe stepped back two steps.

With Ah Qing's sword, she had already cut off all the entangled energy of the two.

"Thank you, Miss Ah Qing."

Dugu Yihe exhaled a breath of pent-up air, his robe lifted up, and he flew several feet like a big crane, bowing to Ah Qing.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

The woman in the black fog was a little surprised: "Why haven't I seen it before?"

"There are many martial arts in the world, and each family has its own strengths. Although the Demon Lord is a top figure, he may not know everything."

Lin Xuan smiled faintly and brushed his palm towards the black fog.

The Nine Yin Qi and the Wedding Dress Divine Art burst out without reservation, turning into the Tai Chi Yin and Yang poles.

In the void, a shadow of the Tai Chi Yin and Yang Divine Grinding appeared, twisting towards the black fog.

"Hmm?"

A surprised voice came from the woman in the black fog.

The next moment, a white and crystal palm stretched out from the black fog and silently imprinted with Lin Xuan's palm.

Where the palms of the two people collided, the internal energy surged like a raging sea.

The overflowing Gangqi rolled, like a tornado hurricane, destroying everything around.

Under the Gangqi, the black fog dissipated.

Inside was a girl who looked about 20 years old.

The girl has a delicate appearance, with a holy and noble aura flashing between her eyebrows, and she looks like a goddess descending to the earth.

But she is filled with a strong demonic meaning, strange and evil, like a peerless witch.

The two extremely contradictory temperaments are perfectly combined in everything, giving people an indescribable feeling.

It seems that she is a Buddha and a demon imprisoned in the hell, but she cares about all living beings.

"All living beings are sinful, Buddha and heaven cannot save them, only I, the demon, can save them?"

Lin Xuan said lightly: "What a world-destroying demon body, what a great earth-shattering Mahamudra, worthy of being the peerless demon lord."

"Huh? You...how do you know my identity?"

The girl was startled, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"...The girl should not be the former Bu Bai Suzhen, right?"

Lin Xuan's heart moved: "Although 'He Shengdu' is mysterious, it is not an immortal method after all. It cannot cross the cycle of life and death. Is the girl her incarnation?"

"You, you..., how do you know everything?"

The girl widened her eyes, opened her mouth slightly, and a blush appeared on her pale face: "I, I won't tell you!"

It seems that as the black fog dissipated, the girl lost her mysterious aura and the image of a master.

She became a sensitive, shy, and slightly socially anxious beautiful girl.

"Lin Xuan, this person gives me a weird feeling... I think it's no good to be involved with her."

A Qing blinked and raised the green bamboo stick: "Xiao Tang, Lao Mu, let's attack together."

"This woman is full of blood, even the demon who kills people is just like this..., but..., it's a bit strange!"

Tang Bohu nodded, stretched out his hand and waved, and a long spear not far away bounced up and fell into his palm.

With a gun in his hand, Tang Bohu suddenly exuded a bloody and murderous aura, and his original elegance and grace were gone.

"If Miss Qing wants to take action, then let's do it."

Mu Taoren smiled faintly and drew out the sword from his waist.

"Whether you believe it or not... I actually don't mean any harm."

The girl hesitated for a moment and snorted softly: "...If we fight alone, I am actually not afraid of you."

"What if we all swarmed?"

Ah Qing thought for a moment and pointed the green bamboo stick at the girl: "If you take the initiative to knock on the door, we definitely don't follow the rules of the world."

"Of course I'm afraid! If you join forces with Mr. Lin, I will definitely die."

The girl was silent for a moment, gritted her teeth and said, "If you really want to attack together, I will run away."

She had just fought against Lin Xuan and Ah Qing.

She also understood that her current martial arts skills could not stop the two men from joining forces.

Human beings have limits.

Girls are not going to challenge their limits.

"Huh? I forgot you can still run..."

Ah Qing hesitated for a moment and looked confident: "If we attack together, you won't be able to escape."

"..."

The girl's face froze slightly, and she secretly glanced behind her, as if considering an escape route.

"Okay, now we have no grievances, and there is no need to fight or kill."

Lin Xuan was speechless: "What's going on here, girl? Let's sit down and talk."

This girl is definitely not Bu Bai Suzhen, the first-generation demon lord, but she probably isn't the "humanoid incarnation" who appeared in Fengyun either.

Probably the second generation of the legendary Demon Lord.

Unexpectedly, she is a girl who is afraid of society, which is a bit beyond Lin Xuan's expectations.

It's time to confirm the plot timeline of Fengyun with her.

"Okay! Let's sit down and talk!"

The girl breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "Mr. Lin, actually, I, I came here specifically to see you."