"It's rare that you are so confident, I, Yan Ning, will play with you."

Yan Ning said, raising his hand and stabbed into Miao Dabao's neck with a sword!

"Yan Ning, you!"

Miao Dabao opened his mouth wide and looked at Yan Ning in disbelief.

"The real treasure, one of the three sentences must be said to me. You acted too fake." Yan Ning smiled.

Sure enough, all the sword blades were sank into Meow Dabao's neck, and there was no trace of blood. There was only a dull sound, like an explosion of a breathless balloon. Meow Dabao's body quickly withered and finally turned into a poisonous miasma and dissipated.

Geng Huan said with a gloomy face: "Have you found the skill to see through the illusion?"

"There is nothing else, I just follow my heart." Yan Ning put away Kunwu's sword and said lightly.

Geng Huan laughed instead: "Okay, then I want to see, how strong your heart is, my toxic miasma illusion will learn from experiences with the times, becoming more and more realistic, and it is becoming more and more difficult to make a choice. I just hope that before I find the Bodhi tree, you boy, don't torture yourself crazy!"

“It’s so much nonsense.”

Yan Ning controlled the Kunwu sword and penetrated Geng Huan's body. If nothing unexpected happens, Geng Huan was also transformed from poisonous miasma.

Geng Huan had no chance to talk nonsense, and turned into a toxic miasma and dissipated. Yan Ning looked around and saw that he was the only one left.

There was no sound in the mountains and forests, and even the sound of birds and insects could not be heard. Yan Ning recalled the scene when he first saved Wang Damazi with Zhuang Xiaoya. I wonder if Zhuang Xiaoya, who was originally with Yan Ning, was also Geng Shenchang?

Without thinking too much, Yan Ning walked forward aimlessly.

There is no end, and you can't sit there and wait for death.

Not far ahead, two people stood.

Xie Zhen and Baili Xiaofeng.

Seeing Yan Ning walking towards them, Baili Xiaofeng said with a little surprise: "Mr. Nephew, you can do it. How many rounds have you walked under Geng Jian's hands?"

Xie Zhenmei smiled and didn't say anything.

Yan Ning walked towards them without a pause. Kunwu Sword was like a vicious dog that was loyal to protecting his master, pounced on him and tore Baili Xiaofeng and Xie Zhen into pieces.

The two of them didn't even have a chance to struggle, so they turned into a poisonous miasma.

"Come on, I want to see how much you, Geng Jian, can imitate them!"

A trace of firmness flashed in Yan Ning's eyes, and the frequency of his steps did not change at all. He continued to move forward.

Along the way, Yan Ning met Zhuang Xiaoya, Miao Dabao and others countless times, and even saw Yihu and Zhang Daofeng.

But without exception, all of these people were changed by Geng Dan. However, every time they met them, they were more like real people.

Yan Ning was clear inside. No matter who he met, Yan Ning could always observe his problem at first sight, and then kill him with one sword without hesitation!

Until a Zhuang Xiaoya suddenly appeared and stayed in front of Yan Ning, her eyes were full of suspicion, staring at Yan Ning with caution, and Chunjun sword was ready to be unsheathed at any time.

Yan Ning's footsteps that had not stopped for a long time suddenly paused, and then stood there. He looked at the person in front of him without saying anything, but just opened his arms silently.

When Zhuang Xiaoya saw this scene, her eyes turned red and she stepped forward without any hesitation to hug Yan Ning tightly.

"I finally found you." Yan Ning said tiredly, smelling the familiar fragrance of hair.

Zhuang Xiaoya choked and said, "Along the way, I killed many people."

"Don't worry, those are just illusions." Yan Ning patted Zhuang Xiaoya on the shoulder and comforted softly.

Zhuang Xiaoya was a little puzzled: "If we were all under Geng Tan's control, how could he let the real you and me meet?"

Yan Ning smiled slightly: "There is only one possibility, that is, there is something nearby here that makes Geng Huan's poisonous miasma unable to invade. It is the only place in the entire mountain that Geng Huan cannot control."

"What you mean is..." Zhuang Xiaoya's eyes lit up and she became excited.

Yan Ning waved his hand gently, and the poisonous miasma in front of him dissipated a little, and then he saw a cave appearing directly in front of the two of them. There was no sunlight, but the cave emitted a little silver-white light, which vaguely illuminated the path in the cave.

Yan Ning breathed a sigh of relief and held Zhuang Xiaoya's hand: "Let's go in."

"Um!"

The two entered the cave.

There are countless unknown green vines growing in the cave, which emit silver-white light, illuminating the scenery in the cave.

Following the path of the cave, the two continued to walk forward, and soon they reached the end.

There is a unique cave in the cave, with huge space, and the ground is filled with gold, silver, jewelry, and jade agate. However, perhaps it has been a long time, these treasures are covered with green vines, which look ancient and vicissitudes.

After glanced at him, Yan Ning did not take these secular things seriously at all. In his eyes, the so-called gold, silver, jewelry, and jade agate were not as effective as a century-long spiritual medicine.

"Look at it!"

Zhuang Xiaoya pointed above and said.

At the top of the Golden Mountain, there is a throne with a length and width of nearly two meters. The throne is made up of countless broken swords. Looking around, there seems to be a whistling sound in my ears, as if it is the murmurs of countless masters.

On the throne, an old man lay on his side, his eyes drooped, and his body rhythmically swelled, as if he was asleep.

In this mountain forest, besides Yan Ning and others, there is a third person? Who is the old man lying on the throne?

Yan Ning is sure that he must be a Taoist practitioner, but Yan Ning knows all the well-known Taoist practitioners. This old man is not a demon in the ten directions or an immortal in the eight realms. He appears here... there is only one answer.

"He is my master, Chang Jiuzhou." Yan Ning whispered.

"How could it be?" Zhuang Xiaoya covered her mouth in surprise, "After so many years, has Chang Jiuzhou been staying in this cave and not going out?"

Yan Ning remained silent. Chang Jiuzhou was already a celestial immortal ten thousand years ago. If the old man in front of him was Chang Jiuzhou, I was afraid that his current cultivation level would be outrageously terrifying. Once he took action, Yan Ning and Zhuang Xiaoya would probably have no chance to escape.

Strangely, Chang Jiuzhou seemed to be sleeping heavily, and even the two of them did not react at all when they entered the cave.

Yan Ning decided to be polite first and then soldiers. He stepped forward and knelt on the ground on one knee: "Shima Chang, junior Yan Ning."

Chang Jiuzhou was still lying on the throne without any reaction. If it weren't for the rhythmic breathing, Yan Ning would even think that he was dead.

"Master!"

Yan Ning spoke again, his voice as loud as a bell.

But Chang Jiuzhou still didn't respond.
Chapter completed!