Where did the grudge come from?

Black Wuchang suddenly felt a chill in his heart. The little grudge in front of him posed no threat, but whoever could control the grudge must be a Night Traveling God.

Has the leader of the Dark Night Rose found me? Are they planning to attack me directly?

In the midst of Black Wuchang's suspicion, hurried footsteps approached, and then a figure appeared at the entrance of the alley, looking curiously inside.

It was a handsome young man, with a hint of hope and curiosity in his eyes, looking over.

When their eyes met, the young man's face suddenly stiffened.

Black Wuchang saw more complex emotions in his eyes than his own: surprise, astonishment, fear.

Night Traveling God? Not a member of the Dark Night Rose, but from the Taiyi Sect? No, at this time, the person who would appear here must be someone from the official side, someone from Fu Qingyang's faction.

Thinking of the manipulation of the Heavenly Dao...

Primordial Heavenly Venerable? This name flashed through Black Wuchang's mind.

Damn, Black Wuchang?! Wasn't he fighting in school? Why would he appear here? This idiot has caused trouble for me!!

Zhang Yuanqing quickly pressed the Infinite Earphones and shouted, "Teng Yuan, Black Wuchang is here with me. Hurry, the location is..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Black Wuchang, like a big bird, pounced on the wall and rushed over. His pupils narrowed, and his brown eyes turned amber.

Sharp bone spurs grew on his back, elbows, and knees, tearing through his clothes with a "tearing" sound.

Sorry for the interruption, excuse me. Zhang Yuanqing couldn't spare the time to speak, quickly retreated, and at the same time, activated his Night Traveling skills to disappear.

Black Wuchang's attack was too fast, he didn't even have time to recall the idiot, he only sent the command to "escape" to the child.

An evil profession at the peak of the 6th level of the Saint Realm, not to mention himself as a 2nd level Night Traveling God, even a 4th level Night Traveling God would probably be defeated on the spot.

Black Wuchang was the right-hand man of the former Vice President of the Psychic Association, and he was considered a big shot in his own right.

Zhang Yuanqing's plan was clear - to escape!

But he couldn't completely escape. Although he didn't understand why he appeared here, since he himself was here, there must be something wrong with Fu Qingyang and the elders of the Hundred Flowers Society.

At this moment, what he needed to do was to entangle the opponent as much as possible and buy time for the big shots.

Teng Yuan had already received his message.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's lungs burned, his throat was itchy and painful, and he coughed violently, feeling dizzy and his body floating.

He didn't know when he had been poisoned.

"Crack!" Black Wuchang, covered in bone spurs, bounced off his knees, and in the sound of the cracking of the cement road, he shot forward, not giving the enemy a chance to react.

He was confident that he could kill the Night Traveling God in front of him within two or three moves.

Hunting lower-level high-level experts has always been straightforward.

The sound of the fierce wind came rushing towards him, and Zhang Yuanqing watched as the enemy appeared before his eyes in an instant. His back was covered in cold sweat, and he endured the discomfort of his body, his mind moved, and he opened the item bar.

In the next moment, a yellowish bead appeared in his hand. His feet sank, and his shoulders felt like they were carrying a mountain.

"Boom!"

Black Wuchang's right shoulder retracted, his elbow bent, and his strong muscles propelled his right arm forward like a long spear, fiercely stabbing.

The earthy yellow light curtain trembled violently, like bubbles in the wind.

Deng deng deng, Zhang Yuanqing staggered back, each step cracking the cement road.

"Boom!"

Another punch, the bead in Zhang Yuanqing's hand made a faint cracking sound, and fine cracks appeared.

"Boom!"

The third punch was thrown, and the sturdy bead could no longer hold up, shattering into powder, and the light curtain dissipated.

Zhang Yuanqing's nose and mouth were bleeding, his face pale.

Black Wuchang continued to approach, getting closer, and the fourth punch slammed towards Zhang Yuanqing's head, the air exploding with a deafening roar.

Zhang Yuanqing's body collapsed, narrowly avoiding this deadly blow.

He didn't know when a pair of brand new red dancing shoes appeared on his feet. After avoiding the straight punch with a handstand, the red dancing shoes kicked up, first with a spinning jump, dodging Black Wuchang's leg sweep.

Then, with superhuman anticipation, a sideways jump evaded the bone spurs' vertical strike.

Throughout the process, Zhang Yuanqing, the master, felt dizzy and kept coughing up blood, completely winning without doing anything.

"A lot of items..."

Black Wuchang raised an eyebrow. As a Transcendent stage Night Traveling God, having two items was considered very wealthy.

This Primordial Heavenly Venerable must have cleared two S-level Spirit Realms, and his value was indeed not low.

"Go, run!" Zhang Yuanqing weakly uttered a command to the red dancing shoes.

At this moment, he had no intention of delaying time anymore. He was too strong, the peak of the Saint Realm's Gu Poison Master was too strong, a meeting would result in instant death, the difference in strength and speed was too great, there was no possibility of close combat.

That was also the reason why he didn't take out the Bloodthirsty Blade.

As for the Ghost Bride, the Ghost Bride should also be at the Saint Realm, but there was a big difference between Saints, and there were very few who could surpass Black Wuchang at the same level.

He wasn't very clear about the specific level of the Ghost Bride, but he knew that Black Wuchang was an evil profession, a 6th level Saint, which meant that there were very few who could defeat Black Wuchang at the same level.

Once he made a wrong judgment, he would have no room to turn back, and it would be a dead end.

With the useless master, the red dancing shoes immediately rushed towards the residential building, walking on the steep walls as if on level ground.

The rules of the red dancing shoes ignored the terrain.

It was both a chasing artifact and, sometimes, an artifact for escape.

"Want to escape?"Hei Wuchang sneered and did not chase after him. Instead, he reached into the void and pulled out a simple straw man, the size of a palm, with purple seals attached to it, emitting a corrupt and decadent aura.

The face of the straw man twisted and contorted, and it grew eyes, a nose, and it turned out to be the appearance of Zhang Yuanqing. Its two feet also turned red.

Hei Wuchang pinched the straw man's feet with two fingers and exerted force.

Zhang Yuanqing, who was running on the building, suddenly felt a stagnation in his momentum. He looked down and saw that the brand-new red dancing shoes were covered with a layer of gray decay, like a pair of discarded shoes that had been abandoned for decades.

He fell uncontrollably and landed heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Cough cough...."

Zhang Yuanqing coughed violently, coughing up blood. His lungs had serious problems, and the poison had spread throughout his body. If it weren't for his strong vitality, he would have died from organ failure by now.

"The shoes are nice, they belong to me!" Hei Wuchang pinched the straw man's head with two fingers and was about to crush the little bug to death. At the same time, Zhang Yuanqing looked up to the sky and let out a long howl, and a bright moonlight broke through the clouds and shone on him.

Howl of the Moon!

He regained some strength through this and took out the Fumo Pestle from his inventory, stabbing it into his thigh with force.

A dazzling golden light burst forth, dispelling the gray shadow that had just covered Zhang Yuanqing's face.

Unfortunately, the purifying power only worked on the owner himself. The red dancing shoes were still corroded by decay and temporarily lost their supernatural power.

Zhang Yuanqing took a few breaths, and the purifying power dispersed some of the toxins, relieving his pain, but it was only temporary.

As a Saint-level Gu Master, the poison was too strong and terrifying. It had already crippled him at the beginning of the battle.

The Calm Bead was broken, the Flame Fist Gloves were definitely useless, the red dancing shoes were contaminated, the Dream-Entering Jade Talisman had been used up, and the Fumo Pestle was good at purification but not good at killing enemies. Today, he was acting low-key and didn't bring the Cat King Speaker, but even if he did, it wouldn't be useful.

The Ghost Bride should be able to hold off Hei Wuchang, but it was highly unlikely that she could truly threaten the evil profession at the peak of the Saint level.

Various items flashed through Zhang Yuanqing's mind, and he despaired, realizing that he was in a desperate situation.

This was the most terrifying and powerful enemy he had encountered since becoming a Spirit Realm Traveler.

"Do I still have any items? The Power of the Sun?"

Hei Wuchang was startled. The broken bead was nothing, as it was only of Transcendent quality. But the red dancing shoes that could automatically dodge attacks, and the brass pestle that he had just taken out, were of a quality far beyond Transcendent level.

Especially the brass pestle, it actually contained the Power of the Sun, indicating that this item contained some of the power of a Dominator-level existence.

"What a pleasant surprise, what a pleasant surprise."

Hei Wuchang burst into laughter, and a greedy joy shone in his long and narrow eyes.

"Damn you!"

Just then, the lights in the window on the second floor turned on. A bald old man pushed open the window, stuck his head out, and cursed loudly at the two people below. This is bad! Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank.

Hei Wuchang raised his eyes and coldly glanced at the bald old man.

In the next moment, the old man clutched his neck, foaming at the mouth, and fell from the window. His limbs twitched a few times, and he quickly died. Zhang Yuanqing's eyes twitched. At this time, more and more windows lit up, and the residents of the building were gradually awakened.

Hei Wuchang immediately turned his gaze to Zhang Yuanqing, his eyes filled with a chilling killing intent.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing no longer hesitated and took out the red hood, covering his head.

He hoped that while the Ghost Bride was entangling Hei Wuchang, reinforcements would arrive.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing sensed that something was wrong. The terrifying and majestic Yin Qi did not descend, and the nearby sounds suddenly disappeared.

The whole world fell into silence.

Hei Wuchang also did not take the opportunity to attack him.

What's going on? Zhang Yuanqing subconsciously wanted to remove the red hood, but was shocked to find that his hand was not under his control.

He could only move his eyeballs and desperately peered through the narrow field of vision under the red hood.

With this look, Zhang Yuanqing finally understood what had happened. He saw that his body had turned grayish-white, and the hard manhole cover and cement pavement beneath him were also covered with a shallow layer of grayish-white.

What force had taken away the colors?

Just as he was puzzled, he suddenly heard a faint and deep voice, with an indistinguishable tone, lightly laughing:

"If I remember correctly, it's been a long time since I've seen you, Hei Wuchang."

Hei Wuchang's voice sounded terrified and inexplicable:

"Is it you?!

"How could it be you, how is this possible, this is impossible, this is impossible."

The voice abruptly stopped.

Then, Zhang Yuanqing heard the sound of someone falling to the ground with a thud.

Did someone come? Is it a big shot from a certain power, the leader of the Dark Night Rose? No, Hei Wuchang's reaction was a bit too extreme, and Zhang Yuanqing's heart was about to explode with anxiety.

But he couldn't move, and he didn't know what kind of fate he would face next.

In this way, he stayed like this for an unknown amount of time, his peripheral vision always glancing at the narrow field of vision under the hood, and he saw the gray color receding like a tide.

The world regained its colors.

Immediately, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't wait to lift the red hood and look closely.

Several meters away, a figure lay motionless on the ground. It was Hei Wuchang, the Gu Master. His eyes were wide open, frozen in a look of horror and astonishment.

He had lost his life.

Next to the corpse, there lay a finely crafted water cup with cracks all over it, quietly lying there.

The little sun in the cup was gone.The man took away what the Demon Lord left behind, but didn't touch the Holy Grail? Zhang Yuanqing was puzzled. He struggled to get up and stumbled over to the body of Black Impermanence, picking up the crystal cup that was covered in cracks.

He held this rule-based item in his hand.

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