One thousand eight hundred miles away.

There happens to be a natural magnetic field here that can hinder the detection of external senses.

The white mist that can be seen everywhere on the cliff is like a dormant beast. The twilight light evaporates with the mist, and the scenes inside disappear and appear.

A figure sat on the edge of the cliff, holding an ordinary bamboo pole in his hand.

A silver four-string on the top of the pole hangs down from the bottom of the cliff. It is impossible to tell how long it is, and it seems that there is no end in sight.

Next to it is a waterfall.

The current is very fast.

Some dark shadows were vaguely visible walking through the waterfall, as fast as lightning, and no one knew what kind of creatures they were.

The old man fishing suddenly raised his head and looked.

A young man climbing the mountain appeared on the opposite cliff.

With his eyesight, he could easily see through the white mist.

"He failed."

The young man climbed up the hillside with difficulty, his voice slightly breathless. Before he reached the edge of the cliff, he stopped and gently wiped the sweat on his forehead with a white handkerchief in his arms. "There are changes. But someone is covering it up."

The Qi in the variable body."

The old man glanced at the young man across the waterfall and said, "She is different from others. She has a heart of glass and a thunder and fire. You have to kill her and you can't marry her?"

The young man took another step forward and chuckled: "Do you want my life?"

The old man placed the bamboo pole in the crevice of the cliff and stood up slowly: "Her fate is very different. If you can really eat it, your plans will be more effective."

The young man stopped.

fell into silence.

He seems to be really thinking about this possibility.

But he still shook his head: "Most of the stories in the story are about opportunities to jump off a cliff to find treasures, but in reality, no matter whether I jump or not, some things cannot be changed by my will."

The old man dropped the bait beside him, and the black shadows in the waterfall rushed towards the water.

His back was to the young man.

Both sides were silent for a moment.

The old man then turned around and looked, with a friendly smile on his weathered face.

"Do you really want to kill me?"

The young man was silent for a while and sighed: "I did think so before I came here."

"Why?" The old man looked at him.

The young man also looked at him with a frank look: "The variables made me uneasy. I wanted to stay out of it, but now it seems that I have still been involved in this struggle."

"Your identity has already determined this outcome." The old man looked at the dark shadows in the water, "Just like these fish, what's the point of jumping out?"

"I find it very boring!" The young man suddenly increased his voice and sneered: "Because I have made my own decisions this time, I will probably be deprived of my rights at home and live like a dog. In the end, I will have nothing. Then I will

What is it for? If I can’t get that woman’s exquisite heart, it will be difficult for me to break the limit in this life. If I fail now, I’m afraid it has attracted the attention of the old master..."

"You shouldn't ask me this, you should ask yourself." The old man said with a smile: "The world is still undecided, there is no winning or losing. It's a blessing in disguise."

The young man looked up, squinted his eyes, and said nothing.

He really wanted to kill this bad old man.

But he didn't take action.

Of course there are reasons why we can't take action.

The old man looked at him silently, still with a smile on his face. When he walked over, he was obviously dozens of meters away, but he appeared in front of the young man in one step.

When the young man was on guard, the old man put his hand on his head, dispelling the chill that was making him physically and mentally exhausted at the moment.

He raised his head and looked.

The pity in the old man's eyes was undisguised.

Pity... is more condescending than sympathy.

But the strange thing is that the young man did not have any angry thoughts.

Who is this person opposite?

He is the famous Demonic Patriarch of Beizhou! He is the Styx Patriarch who committed a heinous murder!

Who can...who dares to disrespect him.

"The variables really make me uneasy." The young man sighed softly.

The old man retracted his hand, his eyes unchanged, still so gentle: "Liu Li Xin is good at taking advantage of the loopholes in numerology. The variables are brought by her, but they cannot last a lifetime. If you want to do it, you still have a chance."

"If she really refines the glass body, she will condense the realm in a few years. Do you think I will still have enough power in my hands by then?" The young man asked seriously.

"Being afraid of death is not a shameful thing." The old man said: "Isn't everything you do just to keep death as far away as possible?"

The young man was silent.

His eyes fell into the distance.

Falling above the clouds and mist, in the thin layer of clouds connecting the sky and the earth, his expression was a little complicated.

"I heard that the guy from Jiange is leaving seclusion."

The old man was not surprised: "That woman came out to walk earlier than him. This is not a bad thing. The Federation is almost overwhelmed. No one knows what the world will become in the end."

"But I heard..." The young man couldn't help but look over.

But until the end, the rest of the words were not spoken.

He hesitated.

More fear.

The old man looked at him with satisfaction: "Why waste your life on something you shouldn't care about. Even I don't dare to pry too much... The water is too deep, and many demons and ghosts will appear, so why bother."

Young people don't understand.

But it vaguely confirmed some of my conjectures.

But he didn't know if it was just his imagination.

The old man suddenly laughed softly: "This change... made me suddenly feel familiar."

The hairs on the young man's body immediately stood up.

It was as if he heard something that frightened him.

…

…

Pei Jinye swallowed a high-level transcendent for the first time.

He didn't expect it would be so powerful.

Just like when he forcibly devoured the Thirteen Taibos of Tianshen International for the first time, the influx of countless information almost overwhelmed his brain.

A hand gently placed on his forehead.

Pei Jinye could sense it, but at this time he had no time to care about it. He just wanted to find a place to have a good sleep.

It was just the backlash that devoured this seventh-level transcendent that made him feel hot and twitching all over.

"What's up with him?"

"It seems like there should be some problem with the soul."

"So Master, do you have any idea?"

"let me try."

The door is closed.

The Master also frowned when he saw Pei Jinye like this, "That's all, I'm giving you an advantage, you brat."

He took out the white porcelain bottle from his arms, carefully placed a drop of it on Pei Jinye's eyebrows.

Almost instantly.

A patch of frost appeared between Pei Jinye's eyebrows.

Patterns appeared faintly.

It's like Pei Jinye was born with this ice blue pattern.

As patterns emerge.

The temperature of Pei Jinye's hot skin dropped significantly, and the naked eye could see that the originally red skin had gradually faded.

The old master looked at Pei Jinye in surprise.
To be continued...