Then, he no longer looked at Li Yan and the others, but jumped out of the window.

The spirit moth saw that he had already flown into the air and did not feel any restraints around him. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief.

She was really afraid just now that this terrifying monk named Zhang Ming was playing tricks on her. When she flew out, she suddenly shot and killed him, crushing all her hopes in an instant.

After the spirit moth stood still in the air, she turned back to look at the room below. Through the open window, she could see that there was no one in the room at this time, and the spirit moth couldn't help but reveal a hint of envy in her eyes.

"I will never be able to cultivate to that level in this life. It's so powerful!"

Immediately, she took a deep breath, and her breath slowly rose. At the same time, a lamp suddenly appeared in her hand. The lamp was bronze in color, with a snow-white wick standing upright in the middle, but there was not a drop of lamp oil in the lamp.

The spirit moth held the lamp in one hand, pinched a magic formula with the other hand, and pointed it towards the bronze lamp. The wick was still not lit, but an invisible green light spread out from the bronze lamp.

The green light flashed in the night, and then the night sky returned to its previous calm.

After doing all this, Ling Moth looked forward. The night wind blew her long, somewhat disheveled hair, and her previous panic had made her bun a little loose.

With her free hand, she just gently smoothed a few strands of black hair in front of her forehead. There was a firm look in her eyes, and her face was already neither happy nor sad.

At this moment, the space in front of the spirit moth suddenly fluctuated, and a slender figure suddenly appeared in the sky above Zhao Mansion.

Then, the man seemed to be blocked by an invisible light shield, which made the slender figure take a few steps back.

"Huh? There are indeed immortal cultivators!"

After he stopped, his true appearance was revealed.

This person is a middle-aged man in his forties, with bronze skin, a horse face, long eyes and thin eyebrows, and unusually long hands and feet. He is dressed in white and looks very dazzling in the dark night, looking like a hanged ghost.

Then his consciousness was instantly released and swept forward. Due to the obstruction of the formation, he vaguely saw a vague figure in the air ahead.

"This senior, why did you come here?"

The voice of the spirit moth came out.

"What's the matter? Hehehehe... Why doesn't Zhao Fenglou come out? Is he trapped by an old poison?"

The horse-faced man let out a strange laugh.

"Senior, what do you mean? This is indeed the Zhao Mansion, but who is the Zhao Fenglou you are talking about?"
Chapter completed!