Under the crescent moon, there are several black clouds passing by.
At this moment, above the seven-star square, there is dead silence.
Nearly ten thousand disciples of the Seven Stars all knelt down and worshipped to the roof where the mask of evil spirits standing.
Four eyes met and Qin Feng was smoking a cigarette, looking at those evil ghosts mask and the bloody eyes.
"Who are you?"
The hoarse voice came from under the mask and floated between the heavens and the earth.
"and who are you?"
Qin Feng did not answer but asked a question.
"who am I?"
Under the mask of evil spirits, there was a hoarse laughter: "The cultivators in the Yunshui world, there are still people who do not know my name. It seems that I have been away from the world for too long."
"How the fuck are you? Why should I know your name? "
Qin Feng said and his eyes filled with disdain.
