In the midst of the raging flames, there were five figures.

The white-haired old man rushed through the fire for a while, and only one fire man could be seen slowly dissipating. The ghost in the distance was like Jiang Qingjiu, silently staying in the small space where he was, and the fire had not spread to his feet for the time being.

Jiang Qingjiu was a little anxious in his heart, what should he do now, that mysterious powerhouse was burned to death by this strange fire, and they couldn't get out now, so they had to wait for death.

At this moment, Li Yimeng suddenly looked at Jiang Qingjiu with wide eyes, looking anxious.

Jiang Qingjiu also discovered Li Yimeng's abnormal behavior, approached the past, and asked, "Li Yimeng, what's wrong with you? ”

I saw Li Yimeng squeezing his brows vigorously, very anxious, he almost used all his strength, leaned over Jiang Qingjiu's shoulder, and whispered: "Be careful, be careful behind your back." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a thorn burrowed through his back, and he could only feel a chill in his body and mind accompanied by a sharp pain.

Jiang Qingjiu's expression was a little hideous, and he tried his best to turn around and see who it was.

At this moment, Li Yimeng did suddenly ask: "Why? Why did you kill him?" The other party was silent for a while, and then a low and hoarse voice came: "Killing him is the trend of the times." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark thorn quickly pulled out of Jiang Qingjiu's body, and fell into the dry soil with a string of snowflakes, leaving a string of blood spots. But it didn't seem to be over yet, and the thorn quickly pierced into Jiang Sake's chest.

There was a sharp ache and pain. This made Jiang sake faint directly. The man pulled out the thorn and kicked Jiang Qingjiu into the raging flames, only to hear a crackling sound, like dry wood burning in the flames, and the fire suddenly rose a few feet.

Li Yimeng hissed his eyes, his expression was a little dazed, and he said in despair: "You can kill me together, my lord." ”

The man sneered meaningfully, did not reply, but walked into the flames indifferently and walked away indifferently.

At the same time, the two middle-aged men hidden in the void both frowned, Jiang Ren really died like this.

One of them, a middle-aged man wearing a dark green jade pendant and a long coat, frowned tightly and asked, "Is Jiang Ren really dead?"

Standing next to him was a man in a black suit with a pair of sunglasses. His voice was indifferent, and he replied: "Otherwise, this fire will even burn the Zhong family to death." Jiang Ren is only under the eight departments, such a fire, if he can, he can't resist it, not to mention ,,,"

The man in the long coat hurriedly asked, "What's more?" The man in the suit and sunglasses looked at the man in the long coat a little strangely, "Didn't you find him?"

The man in the long coat was relieved for a while, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "You mean that he first stabbed the ginger man, and then threw the ginger man into the fire." “

"Not bad. The man in the suit and sunglasses agreed. The man in the long coat looked at the direction of the man's departure with questioning eyes, and said puzzledly: "It's because he appeared here, and he also killed Jiang Ren, which makes me think clearly, I always feel that this is not so simple, maybe there will be fraud." “

The man in the suit and sunglasses couldn't help but smile and asked, "Then tell me, do you feel the breath of life of the ginger people below?"

The man in the long coat tried to probe again and again, although he was unwilling, he could only confirm: "You are right, but there is no longer the breath of life of the ginger people down here." Maybe I thought too much about it from the beginning. “

The man in the suit and sunglasses smiled happily, patted the shoulder of the man in the long coat and said with a smile: "Ah Si, let's go, the task has been completed, now we just need to go to Kunlun Mountain to make good use of that Chen family girl." “

"Three, doesn't that European over there leave him alone?" asked Ah Si in the long coat curiously.

Ah San, who was in a suit and sunglasses, waved his hand and returned: "It's just a small road, don't be afraid." Let's go, Ah Si, the others are still waiting for us. Ah San in the long coat nodded, wondering in his heart why Ah Qi didn't appear here, didn't he care about Jiang Ren's life, if he didn't care, then why did he send Qing and Li Yimeng, shook his head, and left quickly with Ah San in a suit and sunglasses.

At the same time, in the distance, an old man with gorgeous white curly hair stood and observed the fire below.

Behind him, Goethe, half of his body was scorched, and he fell to his knees tremblingly, and kept reading: "Thank you, Your Excellency, for saving your life." ”

The old man with a noble temperament snorted, waved his hand, and motioned for Goethe to stand up.

I watched as the Bishop looked at the fire below, with a hint of worry in his eyes. Goethe couldn't help but ask from the bottom of his heart: "If I'm not mistaken, this must be some kind of dragon blood, but I have never heard of what kind of dragon blood can be so powerful." ”

The Bishop sighed softly and said in a deep voice, "It's the blood of the dragon, but someone added something to it. ”

Someone added something, Goethe frowned, why he didn't notice it from beginning to end, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous of the monks in the East.

The bishop sneered for a while, he had calculated that this Oriental was of great significance and had a very important role when he was in the Bishop's See, but he did not calculate what the specific role was, but the result of the star track calculation reminded him that he must protect that Oriental man, but he didn't expect him to die here now.

Looking into the sky, if it weren't for the previous two, he should have been able to save him by himself, maybe this is fate, so the bishop smiled with relief, waved his hand, and said, "Let's go, he's dead." ”

Goethe followed the Bishop out of the area.

The fire in this place has spread to thousands of miles away, and no grass grows everywhere it passes, and no living creature can survive the fire, even if the local government has organized the strongest firefighting force, this fire that cannot be extinguished by water still continues to spread unscrupulously.

In the ruins outside the cottage area, the flames rose more than three feet high, and the temperature around them far exceeded the limit of what all living things could bear. From above, the sea of red that spreads from here spreads thousands of miles away, and the whole land looks like a wriggling red sea.

At the source of the flames, there was a faint sound, as if something was moving, followed by a crisp sound of joints writhing.

"It's hot. “

"Is that?"

There was a whisper, and a figure slowly rose from the shallow pit on the ground in the flames. He was covered in flames, and if it weren't for the darker flames on his body, he would barely recognize that it was a person.

Suddenly, the burning man's eyes opened, and a golden light emerged from his eyes, shooting thousands of miles away along the spreading sea of fire.

At the same time, he began to walk in the flames, and he seemed to be looking for a way out.

Far away in China.

On Qingcheng Mountain, inside a quaint palace. Zhang Yiwen naturally attached his hands behind him, his eyes were clear, his voice was calm, and he asked, "What happened?"

"Tell Uncle Junior. The little Taoist priest behind him pointed to the stone wall behind him covered with marigold oil lamps. "One of the lights went out. “

Zhang Yiwen nodded, and continued to ask very calmly: "Who died because of what?"

The little Taoist priest explained: "This lamp is made of ginger sake. Zhang Yiwen's eyes froze, but he quickly regained his composure, and asked puzzledly: "Are you sure you are not mistaken, Jiang Qingjiu is not a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain, how could he light a lamp in Qingcheng Mountain?"

The little Taoist priest nodded firmly, and replied in a firm tone: "This lamp was lit by the master himself." ”

Zhang Yiwen's heart fluctuated again, since the last rebellion in the capital, the master has disappeared, how long has it been since he has seen his old man, has the master returned to the mountain?

"How long did you light this light?" Zhang Yiwen asked unhurriedly, even though he was anxious, but because of his temperament, he still spoke slowly.

The little Taoist priest raised his head and thought for a while, and returned: "It was probably the night before the master left, when he called me back to be on duty, and then personally lit this lamp for Jiang Qingjiu, saying that it was for the future. ”

Zhang Yiwen's eyes were slightly solemn. This golden lamp is extinguished, which means that Brother Sake is dead! So what the master said about planning for the future is just for this moment? Zhang Yiwen replied: "Got it. Taking one step and thinking about walking out of the hall, the little Taoist priest immediately caught up and asked, "Uncle Xiao, do you want to remove this lamp?"

Zhang Yiwen stopped, thought about it for a while, and returned: "Let's keep it for the time being." ”

"Got it, Uncle Junior. The little Taoist priest returned loudly and walked towards the hall, at the same time, Zhang Yiwen couldn't help but stride away and walked towards the main peak of Qingcheng Mountain, this matter must be immediately told to the senior brother, the master is not there, what should happen next, they must discuss it and make a decision. Thinking of this, Zhang Yiwen urged the aura, his posture was light, and he floated in the direction of the main hall with a few vertical bodies.

At this time, there was an old man sitting in the main hall, with peaceful eyes, looking at Zhang Yiwen who was striding forward, and asked with a full heart: "Yiwen, the steps are in a hurry, what's wrong, but what happened to the Lamp Soul Palace?"

Zhang Yiwen bowed and saluted, and returned: "Senior brother, you are right, something has indeed happened. ”

After listening to Zhang Yiwen's answer, the senior brother looked at the roof with some concern, and said to himself: "The master actually lit a lamp for Jiang Qingjiu, and now this lamp is out." ”

"That's right, senior brother, where did you say the master went?"

At that moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door.