Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Mysterious Skull

  Xue Pan's face turned pale instantly after hearing the voice, and he forgot what he was going to ask.

  "Evil old man! How could it be him?"

  Xing Lao Mo is the number one killer of the Bloody Gate, with a profound and unfathomable magical power. It is said that this person's magical power was not created by himself, but was passed down from a fairy who traveled through the mortal world. The fairy's divine powers, even if only a glimpse of their surface, are enough to shake the martial arts world.

  "Xue Pan, are you going to come out yourself or do I have to take the trouble of finding you personally?" The shrill voice echoed through the air.

  This method is somewhat similar to transmitting sound over long distances.

  Though people are thousands of miles apart, their voices seem to be right next to each other's ears.

  Xue Pan's face turned even paler.

  No one knows the terror of Xing Lao Mo better than him, as he had personally witnessed Xing Lao Mo single-handedly killing a well-known and renowned martial arts master. In the Jianghu, there is a Tianji Ranking, only those who can be ranked on it are considered masters, and Xing Lao Mo's ability to single-handedly kill a master shows his true strength.

  One year ago, the Heaven's List changed and Xing Lao Mo's name appeared on it, ranking nineteenth! This kind of strength is basically considered to be at the top in the martial arts world.

  Xue Pan could never have imagined that his own minor betrayal of a disciple would attract such an important figure.

  "It seems you want me to take action myself!" The shrill voice rang out again.

  Immediately afterwards, the eerie wailing sounds coming from outside the house were like the howls of ghosts.

  Ding Yan furrowed his brow.

  He didn't know where Xue Pan was hiding, but through some kind of mysterious means, he spread this atmosphere throughout the entire town.

  "Uncle, I'm scared!" Ding Chen was still a little kid after all, and his voice trembled slightly after hearing the sound of the wind.

  Ding Yan let out a sigh and patted Ding Chen's head.

  Xue Pan, who was hiding in the corner, walked to the table, picked up a brush and wrote a "driving" character. Then he casually tore off this paper, swung his sleeve, and the paper flew out and stuck on the wall.

  After the font appeared, it flickered slightly, and then all the strange sounds in the room disappeared.

  Xue Pan's eyes widened in shock.

  "This is..."

  Ding Yan didn't scold him, but instead picked up Ding Chen beside him and sat him on his own lap, then handed over the brush to Ding Chen.

  "Chen Er, Uncle is going to teach you how to draw a snail today, okay?"

  "En!" Ding Chen nodded.

  After the strange voice disappeared, Ding Chen was no longer afraid, especially when Ding Yan picked him up, a warm current flowed into his back, making him feel full of strength all over his body.

  Xue Pan sat stupidly in the corner of the wall, watching the young man who was teaching Ding Chen to paint, and for a moment he couldn't believe it.

  Oh my god! I actually met the legendary fairy.

  A single word disperses the evil spirits of the old prison, this method can only be possessed by gods.

  It wasn't long before the eerie sounds outside grew louder, and even with the power of the word "ding" suppressing them, Xue Pan could still faintly hear some of it. Xue Pan was certain that this was because Xing Lao Mo was getting closer and closer to here.

  "Am I going to die?" Xue Pan looked at Ding Yan, unsure if he would save himself.

  ......

  The old criminal walks on the street, constantly emitting a magical sound from his mouth.

  He really didn't dare to believe it, under his own devilish music, Xue Pan was actually able to hold on for such a long time.

  "It seems that this young man's skills have improved again, no wonder the master asked me to take him back personally." Old Criminal muttered to himself.

  After another half a cup of tea, Xing Lao Mo finally confirmed that this method was impossible to force out Xue Pan. He stopped in his tracks and took out a skull from the package behind him.

  "If you can't be forced out, then I'll turn this place into a ghost land..."

  Skull, is a rare treasure obtained by Xing Lao Mo in his early years, capable of casting a large-scale poisonous fog. Ordinary masters will be poisoned to death as soon as they come into contact with the poison. His magical powers were also learned from within the skull. Compared to ordinary martial arts, it's many times more powerful.

  The old demon's eyes gleamed with a fierce light as he bit his finger and whispered a few words, then suddenly let out a loud roar.

  A faint, eerie glint flashed in his eyes.

  "Poison!"

  Inside the house, Ding Yan, who was originally teaching Ding Chen to paint, suddenly stopped.

  He didn't take Xing Lao Mo seriously from the start, and even if Xing Lao Mo was formidable, it had nothing to do with him because he was a loose immortal. He and Xing Lao Mo were in two completely different worlds, as long as the other party didn't come looking for trouble, he wouldn't intervene. But just now, Ding Yan clearly felt a fluctuation of yuan energy! That aura could only be emitted by a magic treasure.

  The next second, Ding Yan's figure suddenly disappeared in the house and appeared above the small town.

  Just as he was about to unleash the poisonous fog, he suddenly found that his body couldn't move. The skull head also stopped rotating and listening to his commands. The poisonous fog that was about to be released was all sucked back in.

  "Who!" The old demon shouted in terror.

  Ding Yan didn't have time to feel terrified of the old devil's crime, he walked down from the void, swung his sleeve and took the skull into his hand.

  "God... Immortal!" Xing Lao Mo stared at Ding Yan, his eyes filled with shock.

  Fairies are legends for ordinary people!

  Many people do not believe in the existence of immortals because they have never seen them throughout their lives. Xing Lao Mo is no exception, and to him, immortals are just rumors spread by some people. Even the so-called Upper Immortal in the Fairy Friends Gathering, in his opinion, is only an old freak with extremely deep skills.

  But the Ding Yan in front of him completely overturned Xing Lao Mo's understanding.

  Can people fly?

  Feeling that terrifying force binding him all over, Xing Lao Mo clearly knew that as long as the opponent's heart stirred, he would be pinched to death.

  Ding Yan held the skull, and his divine sense seeped into it.

  The skull gave Ding Yan a very strange feeling, like a magic treasure, but not quite, because there was no sign of human refinement in it, just as if this skull was formed naturally.

  Withdrawn his spiritual sense, Ding Yan sank into contemplation for a moment.

  "Where did you get this skull?" Ding Yan asked, looking like a fierce demon.

  Xing Lao Mo is a sixty-year-old elder, his withered body shrouded in black robes, looking somewhat hunched.

  "It was picked up beside a stone pavilion in Dashan Mountain." Xing Lao Mo replied without daring to deceive.

  Ding Yan nodded slightly.

  With his eyesight, he could naturally see that Xing Lao Mo was not lying.

  "Taiyin Mountain..." After jotting down the name, Ding Yan casually tucked the skull into his sleeve.

  Turned around and walked into the house.

  Xing Lao Mo stood there stupidly, unable to move. After a long time, the binding force disappeared, and then Xing Lao Mo heard a very calm voice.

  "Get out and don't set foot in this place again."

  Xing Lao Mo heard this and was overjoyed, forgetting his own magic treasure. He turned around and used his lightness skill to escape into the distance.

  As for the traitor Xue Pan? Compared to his own life, what is Xue Pan worth!