All the shops on the street closed early, and the bustling street market was now filled with darkness.

Occasionally passing by a few people, I can see the dim light inside.

The night was dark, and the mist spread on the street. If you were an ordinary person, you would definitely feel that the road was not easy to walk.

But it didn't affect Ye Siming at all.

The darker the sky, the more like a duck to water.

The sound of hooves passing through the bluestone road, the crows perched on the dead tree on the side fluttered away, bringing a series of dull cries.

Ye Siming pursed his lips: "It's good that the little thing is not there, otherwise, he will definitely be afraid."

Thinking of Gu Nuo'er, he couldn't help but chuckle twice.

The sound of horses' hooves shattered the silent night, but on the empty streets, the echoes seemed even more eerie and lonely.

Ye Siming rode away according to the position of West East Street in his impression.

The dark clouds in the sky were thick, and the wind gradually changed to howling, as if a torrential rain was coming.

Just as Ye Siming turned a corner, a shadow like a black mist suddenly flashed past in front of him.

The road ahead is like leading to the abyss.

Not a single light could be seen.

Ye Siming restrained the horse vigilantly, frowning slightly.

Soon, dark shadows flew past him in all directions.

"There are really a few people who don't know how to live or die." Ye Siming raised his long eyebrows lazily, showing a bit of unruly arrogance.

His slender knuckles rested on the sword at his waist.

When a shadow tried to fly in front of him, Ye Siming suddenly drew his sword and slashed neatly from top to bottom!

Ye Siming wielded his sword freely, the long sword in his hand, with an invincible force, he chopped the approaching black shadows into ashes!

The remaining black shadows gathered more and more, and on the dark road ahead, they were built as high as a hill.

The young man slashed his sword slowly, and the sharp white cold sword body reflected Ye Siming's slightly red cold eyes.

He has just discovered that these are not the ghosts that Bai Yi said at all.

Rather like a phantom.

Ye Siming was all too familiar with this breath.

"Demon God...Did you abandon us?" There were thousands of voices, but they converged into a mournful question.

Ye Siming lowered his sword a few inches, and he stared coldly at the group of black shadows floating as high as a hill in front of him.

The Mid-Yuan Festival will weaken the spiritual energy of the formation that is imprisoned in the Shura Realm.

He broke free from the **** during a Chinese New Year's Day.

These phantoms are also the most evil monsters he once ruled in the Shura realm.

Every single one of them is an extremely evil that the world fears.

Ye Siming sat on the back of a horse, with a dignified temperament, and his whole body was more like exuding a condescending and arrogant aura.

Thousands of voices gathered and said again: "Monster God! Come back! Asura Realm needs you..."

He gently opened his lips: "I won't go back for a while."

When the shadows heard this, they rushed towards him anxiously, as if stimulated.

But he only got close to Ye Siming's range, and before he could make a move, he was shattered by the huge and terrifying mana shock and turned into ashes.

Ye Siming thought of Gu Nuo'er and smiled lightly: "When I'm free from worries, I'll bring it up again."

"Demon God—!" The shadows gathered, but did not dare to approach.

Ye Si Mingle tightened the reins, his brows were arrogant, and he raised a "drive"!

The shadows quickly retreated, making way for him.

Ye Siming didn't look back and left with the whip.

And the gathered shadows gradually dispersed until they turned into nothingness.

The street was dim again, as if nothing had happened just now.