The dark night was like boundless thick ink heavily smeared on the sky, not even the faint light of the stars.


    Located in the east of Tianyan Empire, there is a towering mountain peak surrounded by clouds. The magnificent zongmen hall stands here. From a distance, it looks like a ferocious beast entrenched on the mountain peak.


    Yin Yang sect, a hidden palace.


    "You said that the boy named long Bufan in lingxuanwu house has become a pro disciple?"


    The speaker was an old man with white temples and a moustache. He was wearing a blue dark pattern robe, and his whole body was full of the majesty of the superior. His eyes and expressions were also without any waves. He could not see the slightest idea in his heart, giving people a deep feeling of the city government.


    Among the sectarian forces of Tianyan Empire, the only one that can compete with lingxuanwu house is the yin-yang sect, which has only developed in recent 100 years. Although Yin Yang sect, unlike lingxuanwu mansion, has a long history of inheritance, it can not be underestimated.


    The old man in green robe with a mustache is the contemporary leader of the Yin Yang sect, Wu Mohong. His strength is unfathomable and is equal to that of Ying Yuanzi, the leader of the lingxuanwu mansion.


    In front of Wu Mohong, a deacon of Yin Yang sect knelt on the ground, slightly lowered his head and said respectfully: "Yes, Lord suzerain, according to the notice of our spies lurking in lingxuanwu mansion, long Bufan not only understood the flame totem, but also opened the test space of totem stone carvings on the stone tablet of seven Xuanwu. Therefore, he was accepted as a pro disciple by the sect. His subordinates estimate that long Bufan has at least reached Shenhai."


    "Oh? That''s what happened." Wu Mohong frowned and said in a low voice, "I didn''t expect that this boy has grown to this level in just one year."


    A trace of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the deacon of Yin Yang sect and said, "Lord, do you need me to let the undercover in lingxuanwu house assassinate dragon extraordinary?"


    Wu Mohong did not speak. He frowned thoughtfully. He sat upright on the mahogany chair, his fingers gently tapping the table.


    "Knock, knock..."


    The crisp and rhythmic percussion sound is very loud in the silent secret room.


    A moment later, Wu Mohong stopped his action, shook his head and said calmly, "if you rashly assassinate like this, it will inevitably arouse the vigilance of lingxuanwu mansion, which will have an impact on our plan we have prepared for many years!"


    "You go down first and wait for the order."


    "Yes!" the deacon of yin and Yang sect looked in awe. Seeing Wu Mohong waving his hand, he consciously got up and left the secret room.


    In the empty secret room, Wu Mohong, who was left alone, was silent for a long time. He suddenly said to himself in a low voice: "with the talent of long Bufan, if you let him continue to grow in this way, he will really have a headache for our yin-yang sect in the future. It seems that this hidden danger can''t be left."


    Wu Mohong frowned, a few strands of haze appeared on his pale face, and a cruel color appeared in his narrow eyes.


    "Brother Hong, although we had some misunderstandings with you in the past, those are also things of the past. I hope we can turn fighting into friendship and benefit each other, so I''ll bother you to come forward for this plan."


    While talking, he turned his head to a dark corner of the secret room.


    In the next moment, Wu Mohong saw that the air was suddenly distorted, and a figure stepped out of the darkness quietly without warning, as if it had been here before.


    It is only the ghost of the celestial continent more than 500 years ago who can apply the space Rune law to such profound attainments.