The autumn wind wanders on Si'antang Street. There is no one on Tang Street anymore. Only the sad singing is floating, making the wind whimper and choke.

The strange corpses, human corpses, as well as various kinds of withered lotus and complex materials gradually melted under the boiling water at high temperature, making the pond water turn into a strange color mixed with black, white, and blood-red.

This is like a medicine that has been boiled in a casserole for a long time, and the medicine smells pungent.

The water level is still evaporating and sinking. As it sinks, it can be seen that Qilian Pond is generally conical, causing everything on the water surface to drift from Area A to Area Gui, the center of the Lotus Pond.

The sinking speed was very fast, and the sadness of singing was even heavier, with signs of spreading out of the lotus pond.

Four figures were suspended in the four corners above the Gui area, one was eight feet tall, one was as short as a dog, one was like a ball, and the other couldn't see the black figure clearly.

In addition to some very special monsters who escaped early, they are now the last four monsters that survived Qilian Tang.

They were not affected by the desolate singing, and they stationed in four corners, watching silently the vortex formed in the Gui area, and everything on the water was sucked into the vortex.

Their master is absorbing these things, and when the pond water is gone, it is when their master wakes up.

"I'm late." An old sigh came from Xi'antang Street.

The sigh could penetrate the singing and spread to the Gui area, which made the faces of the four powerful monsters slightly change.

The monsters stationed in three directions in the southeast, north and south immediately floated to the west, and the four monsters standing together looked at the direction of Xi'antang Street.

A tall figure who was somewhat hunched slowly traveled out in the white mist.

There was no water on the original water surface, and the old man in a gray robe was just hanging in the air. He had an untouched messy white beard, but his hair was meticulously tied into a small crown.

But another strand of hair fell down on his right forehead, just covering his right eye.

"I'm late." The old man looked down at the black, white and red pond water under his feet and sighed again.

The four monsters looked at the old man coldly and did not rush to take action.

Those who can come here without being affected by the master's desolate singing will definitely not be ordinary people.

In this situation, the longer it drags on, the better. As long as this powerful human being does not disturb the master's awakening, there is no need for them to take action.

Is this just possible?

The four monsters did not think that the old man would watch his master awaken and do nothing. The four of them were ready for battle.

To their surprise, the old man never took action, just looked down at the bottom of the pond silently, and the old man's eyes never fell into the four of them.

It seems that the four of them do not exist.

This made the four of them even more suspicious.

The whirlpool at the bottom of the water is getting faster and faster, and the pond water is completely absorbed, and you can see the rotating pond bottom silt.

Looking at the black mud stirring dozens of feet below, the four monsters showed joy. The master completed the absorption and was about to wake up soon.

Although I don’t understand why the old man didn’t take action, when the owner woke up, there was only one fate for the old man, that was death!

The silt at the bottom of the pond stopped rotating under the gaze of four strange men. A blood-colored bone claw stretched out from the mud, and then a blood-red skull appeared. Neither the blood-colored bone claw nor the skull was stained with a trace of sludge.

The skull raised slightly, and a blood-red light condensed in the hollow eye sockets, condensing into human flesh and blood. There are complex blood-red lines hidden deep in the pupils and pupils.

It saw the old man floating in the air, but its pupils were still calm.

It floated up from the mud, and a human-shaped skeleton that was ten feet tall was blood red all over. Circles of blood patterns appeared on its bones, and it slowly drifted into the air.

The air became hot because of its appearance.

It did not hover until it stood at the same height as the old man, and the flesh and blood pupils looked around.

The desolate singing emanated from the bones, but soon the song stopped.

The four monsters were convinced and lowered their heads and knelt down to their master.

The old man in a gray robe has never left the Red Bone Skeleton since the appearance of the Red Bone Skeleton.

The red bone skeleton looked at the old man indifferently, and its mouth opened and closed, and a sad woman's voice came out: "You are not my opponent, are you here to die?"

"As long as you don't want to die, I won't die." The old man kept his calm expression and said.

"I remember, you were a disciple who was with the old scholar back then." The Red Bone Skeleton said in silence.

"I didn't expect you to remember me." The old man smiled. He was afraid that the Red Bone Skeleton would have slept for too long and forgot him, so he might die.

Because the Red Bone Skeleton stated a fact that he was not the weird opponent.

"Is the old scholar not dead yet?" asked the Red Bone Skeleton.

"The teacher is in good health, eats soundly and sleeps sweetly." The old man said with a solemn face.

"Since that's the case, why didn't he come?" said the red bone skeleton. Its voice seemed very desolate, but the words were full of temptations.

If the old book was confirmed to be alive and dead, it could let go and kill the human who dared to appear in front of it.

"The teacher thinks that Mr. Honggu will no longer be willing to sleep. He would rather spend time reading books than go for a waste. Instead, he asked me to come over and talk to Mr. Honggu first." The old man said calmly.

Speaking of sleeping, the red bone skeleton's eyes were shrinking, and it looked at the old man with resentment, "If I hadn't been able to get rid of this place, even if Su Xing would inevitably come back to this place every once in a while, would you dare to talk to me?"

The old man said: "If it weren't for this, I really wouldn't dare to come. My coming this time was just telling Mr. Honggu on behalf of the teacher that he hoped Mr. Honggu would be more restrained and not do anything to slaughter the human race anymore, otherwise he would have to work hard to come here again."

"This is not good for both Mr. Hongbone and us. I wonder if Mr. Hongbone agrees?"

The Red Bone Skeleton did not rush to answer, it just looked at the old man coldly: "Who is it now?"

"Of course it's still the prosperous Wei Dynasty." The old man had expected that the Red Bone Skeleton would ask this, and he answered calmly.

As long as the Wei Dynasty did not fall and the teacher was still there, this powerful monster would not dare to slaughter the whole place easily.

The red bone skeleton's eyes contracted again, revealing a look of fear, "Is it still Wei Chao..."

"If Mr. Red Bone suspects that I am lying, just go and verify it." The old man smiled.

There was no need for him to lie about such things. The Red Bone Skeleton also understood in his heart. It said coldly: "You can leave."
Chapter completed!