"Transformation?"

When An Qingyu saw the blood mist and white silk emanating from the figure, a look of disbelief emerged in his eyes.

They were too familiar with this scene.

Not long ago, Zhou Ping, who had entered the divine realm and mastered the sword law, disappeared in the process of transformation...

The person in front of me is also transforming into Tao?

In other words, he also entered the divine realm and took control of a certain law?

An Qingyu, Jiang Er and Jia Lan were all very confused about this, but the other four just stood there like sculptures.

Lin Qiye, Cao Yuan, Baili Pangpang and Shen Qingzhu looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes!

The grey cloak, the white sword at his waist, and the mask with the word "King" on it...all of these seemed to reveal his identity.

They have seen this person.

The fourth special team of the Daxia Night Watch, captain of the [Masked] team, Wang Mian.

Lin Qiye would definitely not admit his mistake. When they had just entered the training camp, it was the [Masked] team that conducted actual combat drills with them. He had even fought head-on with the King Mian who had suppressed his realm.

He still remembers the [Yi Yuan] vividly.

But the problem is... Wang Mian is only a captain at the "Klein" level and has not yet stepped into the ceiling realm of human beings. How can he possibly start to transform into the Tao?

What's more, he was still a young man under 30 years old. How come he suddenly looked like a man in his 60s or 70s?

Why was he sitting on the sea alone in a small boat, holding a knife?

Endless doubts surged in the minds of several people. Lin Qiye stared at the white-haired figure and spoke tentatively:

"King's face?"

Wow!

A wave hit the small boat, splashing water everywhere, but not a drop of water fell on the old figure, and even inside the boat, there was not a single water stain.

The figure was riding a small boat, sitting on the rough sea, like a sculpture, motionless.

He did not answer. Under the "King" mask, his deep eyes stared at the seven people in front of him. After a long time, he slowly closed his eyes.

His right hand, full of wrinkles and age spots, rested lightly on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

The rolling sea suddenly stopped!

The white waves were frozen on the sea, the floating clouds were embedded in the blue sky, the radiating water droplets were suspended, and the smooth spherical surface clearly reflected the sculptural figures of Lin Qiye and his seven companions.

In the hazy fog, [Yi Yuan] slowly came out of its sheath.

The bright blade reflected a long river of time flowing like silk, emitting a light blue light. The moment the long sword was unsheathed, the old figure began to cough violently again.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Scarlet blood coughed into the boat. His right hand tightly grasped the hilt of the knife, and the blade slowly slashed towards the seven figures in the air.

Bang——!

One foot took a step forward and stepped on the sea surface that was stagnant in time, splashing water.

Under the "King" mask, the old eyes suddenly opened.

Among the seven people who were supposed to be frozen in time, the girl in the dark blue Han robe and with black hair like a waterfall took a step forward, opened her arms, and stood in front of the other six people. She looked at him with a look full of vigilance and ferocity.

Under the mask, the man narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment, he sighed helplessly.

"Your time... I almost forgot that you were here during this time period."

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Galan asked coldly.

"It doesn't matter who I am." He said slowly, "I... come to kill people."

Galan's brows were furrowed, and murderous intent burst out of his eyes.

"You want to kill them? Do you dare?"

She stretched out her hand and slapped the black box behind her, and the golden [Tianque] spear fell into her hand. The tip of the spear flashed a dazzling golden light, and the surging breath caused ripples on the surrounding tranquil sea surface again.

The man shook his head.

"I won't kill everyone. I will only kill one person." His old voice echoed in the air, "He must die here... Otherwise, he will become the nightmare of the whole world in the future."

"who?"

The white-haired figure slowly raised his hand and pointed his finger in the air at one of the seven people.

Galan's gaze fell on the man and his brows furrowed even more tightly.

She turned around and said firmly, "I can't let you kill him."

"If he doesn't die, billions of lives will die because of him."

"I don't believe it."

"I have."

"I haven't seen him!" Jia Lan stared at the eyes under the mask and spoke word by word, "We are the [Nightfall] team, and he is one of us. We have made a vow to be invincible under the night...

I can't just watch my companion die in front of me because of your vague words.

I believe in every single one of them.

But I don’t believe you.”

Jia Lan held the golden spear in his hand, his eyes full of determination and firmness, "Today, as long as I am still here, you can't kill anyone."

On the sea, the old man sitting alone in the boat fell into silence.

"Companions..."

He slowly lowered his head and looked at the old but spotless gray cloak on his body.

In his eyes, there was a deep sense of nostalgia and sadness... His spotted fingers unconsciously rubbed the corner of his cloak.

Time seemed to stand still.

In those cloudy eyes, one after another, the young figures wearing grey cloaks, masks of various colors, laughing and cursing were reflected...

A barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Flash by.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the figure standing on the sea with a spear in his hand.

"You, really want to stop me?"

"want."

"It took me a lot of effort to get back."

"Then please go back."

"I won't give up."

There was a dangerous light in Galan's eyes.

"Now that I'm here, I have to do something."

He looked at Galan, hesitated for a moment, and then swung the [Yi Yuan] in his hand violently... and stabbed it into the sea below him.

Time flows on the surface of [Yi Yuan], and is transformed by it into an extremely powerful and huge sword light, pouring into the seabed beneath their feet, and then an extremely huge deep-sea vortex extends under their feet!

The rolling sea water swept up the six figures frozen in time and poured into the vortex. In the blink of an eye, they dispersed and disappeared into the depths of the ocean.

When Galan saw this scene, her pupils suddenly shrank. She turned her head and gritted her teeth as she looked at the old figure holding a long knife and a spear, rushing forward like lightning!

"You can't beat me right now."

He shook his head and swung the long sword in his palm out again. A blade light that penetrated the sky and the earth almost split the entire sea and slashed on Galan's body. Although it did not leave any scars, the terrifying power contained in it knocked him away in the blink of an eye!

Her figure disappeared at the end of the sight.

The chopped sea water fell from the sky, like a light rain.

The figure sat alone on the boat, coughing violently, slowly putting the long sword back into the sheath, his pale hair fluttering in the wind, looking indescribably lonely and desolate.

A long river of time vaguely appeared behind him. The small boat under his feet moved, carrying him, and gradually disappeared on the sea.