Chapter 629: Baishan Saint

Ling Xiao held the demon blood-red lotus sword in his hand and put away the treasure mirror casually. He looked vigilantly at the direction of the energy fluctuations. These energy fluctuations were very powerful, beyond those people Ling Xiao encountered in the past, which can also confirm the saying that heroes came from troubled times.

In peaceful times, many people stick to the status quo and practice somewhere casually. However, in troubled times, people are more or less involved in it, and many powerful people will also begin to emerge!

In any such great era, many powerful people will appear. Because some people are born into troubled times.

When Ling Xiao discovered those energy fluctuations were thousands of miles away. In less than half a stick of incense, he had already arrived near Ling Xiao!

There were eight people coming, and Ling Xiao didn't know any of them. The one in the lead was an old man with a gray head, a fleshy face, a pair of eyes that looked like he was not angry and mighty, and a terrifying aura on his body.

The few behind were also old men, with sharp eyes and murderous aura on their bodies. The eight people formed a strong aura and did not make any surrounds. However, these eight people who were as strong as leopards gave people the feeling that they could pounce on them at any time.

"Who are you?"

The white-haired old man in the lead looked at Ling Xiao and asked faintly.

Although these eight people did not reveal anything about their identities, Ling Xiao felt from these eight people that there was a similar aura to the middle-aged man in black whom he had just killed.

Ling Xiao glanced at the old man indifferently and said, "Who are you?"

"hehe."

The white-haired old man suddenly laughed, pulled the corners of his mouth upwards, and then turned around and smiled at the seven old men behind him, "This young little guy is quite interesting. He asked me who I am?"

"Young people don't have much knowledge, so naturally they won't hear you." One of the old men in gray said with a faint smile, then raised their heads, with a light of disdain in their eyes, and looked at Ling Xiao and said, "Little guy, come home and ask your lord, have you heard of the Saint of Baishan?"

Ling Xiao narrowed his eyes, frowned slightly, and looked at the eight old men, thinking to himself, do they really don’t know who I am? Because these eight people are also good at strength, if they besieged him, it is really hard to say that they can defeat them!

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao said softly: "I am young and have a shallow understanding, so I am making you laugh at me. I wonder if you are here..."

"We are here..." Another old man in gray was interrupted by the old man in gray, and then he looked at Ling Xiao with a burning gaze, as if he wanted to see something from Ling Xiao's face, but finally shook his head in disappointment. He didn't feel anything from the young man.

"Young man, did you see any strange phenomena here just now?" The white-haired old man suddenly changed into a very kind tone and asked gently.

Ling Xiao noticed that when the white-haired old man talked to him in this tone, a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the old men in gray behind him. Although it only flashed away, it was still captured by Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao knew that the formation just now should have appeared, and the powerful violent aura attracted their attention. It can be seen that even if these people were in the same group as him killing the middle-aged man in black, they would not know the secret in the mirror! If it weren't for the same group, it would be even better. I thought that the treasure here appeared, so I would naturally come to join in the fun.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao shook his head and said with a slightly hesitant look: "This... I didn't see it either! I happened to pass by here."

"Oh." The old man with white hair nodded calmly, then suddenly raised his head and shouted sternly: "You are Ling Xiao!" This stern shout was mixed with a lot of spiritual power. If he was a little weaker, he would probably be shocked to become an idiot! It can be seen that even if the old man with the middle-aged man in black was not along the way, he was not a good person.

Ling Xiao's expression seemed to be very painful. He covered his head with his hands and moaned, and then said angrily in an extremely complaining tone: "You, what are you doing? My name is Wang Peng. Ling Xiao is the leader of the Shushan Sect. What does he have to do with me!"

The old man with white hair relaxed his expression, then waved his hand indifferently, and said impatiently: "I understand, you go!"

Ling Xiao raised his head and glared at the old man with white hair. However, when he saw the cold eyes of the seven old men in gray, Ling Xiao quickly lowered his head. The fear flashed in his eyes was just seen by the eight people. Ling Xiao turned around and left, and quickly disappeared into the air.

After Ling Xiao left, only one of the old man in gray said, "Chief, are you sure this person is not Ling Xiao?"

The old man with white hair shook his head.

The old man in gray said in confusion: "Then why did you let him go? Just grab him and ask me, don't you know?"

The old man with white hair shook his head and said, "I just shocked him with words with huge mental power. His expression was painful, and he directly said that Ling Xiao was the leader of the Shushan Sect. If he was disguised, he would definitely say that he didn't know Ling Xiao. So this man was probably a young man nearby. His energy fluctuations were not very strong, probably at the primary level of Great Perfection. Speaking of which, he was considered a young man with good talent, but it was much worse than Ling Xiao, who was extremely powerful in the legend! If we acted rashly, we would be shocked!"

The white-haired old man said, frowned again, flew down, carefully checking the surrounding scenes. Suddenly, his nose moved, and his body immediately turned into a lightning bolt to fly towards a deep valley.

When he got there, he immediately let out a shocking roar: "Thief, how dare you lie to me!"

The seven old men in gray came one after another, looking at the scene in the deep valley below, each of them was furious. One of them turned around and was about to chase Ling Xiao in the direction where he left.

The white-haired old man stopped him and said in a deep voice: "Forget it, he has run away for so long!" As he said that, blue veins on his forehead appeared, and his face was ferocious and terrifying: "Ling Xiao... Next time I see you, I will definitely kill you with my own hands!"

As he said that, the old man turned around and left with everyone, and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

After a while, a human form condensed from behind a bluestone in the deep valley, slowly stretched its body, and finally turned into a solid body.

Starry eyes and sword eyebrows, a face with a knife-cut outline, and a tall figure. Standing there, the corner of his mouth slightly twitching, this person... was Ling Xiao who had just left.

Even though he didn't even look at the middle-aged man in black who was cut into two pieces by his own sword, Ling Xiao's body moved and disappeared from the spot. The next moment, he appeared in a very distant dense forest and did not fly in the sky at all!

After Ling Xiao left for a while, the old man with seven people returned here and searched everywhere. After no sign of anyone coming, the old man with white hair waved his hand and shot a hot light along his palm, which shot on the middle-aged man in black who had been dead for a long time, turned into a ray of blue smoke and disappeared there in an instant. What is amazing is that other things were not affected at all! Even a tender grass still swung his body in the wind!

The seven old men in gray clothes behind the white-haired man seemed to have seen this kind of thing. His eyes were not wavered, but if you look closely, you could still capture a trace of fear from the depths of their eyes.

After Ling Xiao returned to the sect, he closed the door and began to think about the origin of the group of people today. It is obvious that they came for him, including the middle-aged man in black before, with a clear purpose. He should know that this treasure mirror could suck people in. Ling Xiao recalled that when he entered the mirror, he did not seem to see any wreckage of someone. Since that is the case, there are two possibilities: the first type, the owner of this treasure mirror knows the effectiveness of the mirror, and the middle-aged man in black should also know that he thought that the middle-aged man in black looked like a solid person at that time. He might have used this thing before, but the person who sucked in might be torn apart by the tyrannical aura inside!

I believe that most people will be curious about the cry for help from the formation! If they get closer, the momentum in the formation will absorb people, and then they will not know life and death!

Another possibility is that the middle-aged man in black doesn’t know the effect of this mirror, but only knows that it can seal people, so he shows that look of horror when he breaks out of the mirror, because he never thought of it!

Regardless of whether he knew the effect of this mirror or not, Ling Xiao thought that the old man with white hair must have known it. Although he did not lift the word "mirror" from beginning to end, Ling Xiao saw him using his spiritual sense to explore the body of the middle-aged man in black for a long time!

Who are these people? Ling Xiao has no clue in his mind, and he has many enemies, especially in recent years, the strength of the Shushan Sect has gradually become stronger, and I don’t know how many people’s nerves have been touched!

But only a few families can have such power, and they should be able to recognize him. Today, these eight people, including the middle-aged man in black, did not recognize him, which means that they either had never had any interaction with him or were an old monster hidden by a large family for thousands of years!

When Ling Xiao thought of this, he suddenly had an idea, his eyes lit up, and he said to himself: "By the way, those people seem to call him the Saint of Baishan? He seems to be very famous. Maybe he is an old monster. Ask Lan Xi... You should know?"

"Saint of Baishan?" Lan Xi's eyes looked a little confused at first, then covered her mouth and exclaimed: "He is still alive?" Then she looked at Ling Xiao in disbelief: "You, have you actually met the Saint of Baishan? Then... she came back without any conflict?"
Chapter completed!