"Dad, I'm leaving, you and your mother and sister should be fine!" she smiled and nodded, kneeling to him again, it was not too early, as soon as the morning dawned, she would leave. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ouyang Zhixin and Fan Awu stood not far from Fan's father in concealment, Ouyang Zhixin deliberately used a small bag to fill a bag of gold, which was enough for ordinary people to spend a lifetime, Fan's father was highly respected in the village, and no one would embarrass him.

"Let's go!" patted Fan Awu on the shoulder, oh, it's time to call it black impermanence, the problems of the underworld are still in front of them like a big mountain, the road ahead is difficult, everything is unknown.

The red sun on the horizon showed half of his head, and Fan Awu stood and glanced back, goodbye, father, mother, sister.

The two of them strode forward, and the next stop, Kuodu, was to look for Meng Po.

On this day, they came to a small town, a few miles away from the capital, black impermanence was cold and gloomy in black, and Ouyang Zhixin was dressed in white, ethereal and peerless, the two of them talked and laughed and saw a lot of humanistic scenery along the way.

It was raining heavily on this day, and the two of them walked into a restaurant with no clothes getting wet, "Boss, hurry up the meal!" Fan Awu opened his mouth and threw a small spirit stone, and then followed Ouyang Zhixin to sit down.

The boss took the spirit stone with a smile, bowed with both hands, and quickly twisted his fat body to the kitchen, and let the cook cook the meals of the two fairy girls first.

"What kind of person do you think Meng Po will be?" Ouyang Zhixin stared at the entrance of the street with chopsticks, thinking a little, according to the two Yin Lords, Yan Jun had already woken up, possessed the emperor of a country who was dying, and ordered the Yin Temple to be reopened.

Ouyang Zhixin expressed his approval of his approach, which not only accelerated the establishment of order in the underworld, but also had a righteous and bright reason to say Yin God in the world.

In less than half a cup of tea, the meal came up, Fan Awu didn't move his chopsticks, and quietly watched Ouyang Zhixin eat a lot, she was still not used to the food in the world, she could eat the spirit stone by herself.

"Hurry up, hurry up, pull this demon to the entrance of the town and burn it to death!" The two were really eating quietly, and they saw a group of people braving the heavy rain to go to another street, half men and half middle-aged women, but the point was that the woman behind her who was carried by them like a pig, with a big belly, gagged and struggling desperately.

The rain was mixed with their tears, and their faces were pale, and there was only a dead end waiting for them in front of them.

Ouyang Zhixin and Fan Awu glanced at each other.

"Let's go, follow!" Ouyang Zhixin put down his chopsticks and followed with a flick of his sleeves.

Along the way, they don't know how many women who have been pregnant for three years and have not given birth have been burned at the stake as demons, ignorant and ignorant, not only the underworld, but also the yang god, all at fault.

There were already one or two hundred people standing outside the burning ground at the entrance of the town, all of them wearing robes or standing in the heavy rain, shouting to burn them, burning them, and the crowd was so angry that they wanted to burn the women on the stage immediately.

At the stake, five women with big bellies were only wearing thin clothes, shivering from the cold, tied to a pillar by them, unable to justify or complain, staring at the sky with scattered eyes.

"Today, we are going to kill this group of demons and eliminate the harm for the people!" "The male cultivator in white clothes waved the sword in his hand, pointed at the heads of several people and shouted loudly, a monkey cheek face covered with pockmarked seeds looked very funny.

"Master, kill them, kill them!" shouted the ignorant people, even the families of the pregnant women were just as excited, and shouted with them, without any pity for the women on the stage, like strangers.

"Everyone look at it, I'm going to burn them, this year will definitely be smooth and rainy, and the grains will be abundant!" The cultivator who didn't know where he came from called out solemnly, patting his chest at the excited people to protect, what he was best at was eliminating demons.

"My lord, it's the person we met last time!" Fan Awu frowned, looking at the cultivator with teeth and claws is a slap of contempt, last time it was this guy who pretended to get rid of the demon in another place, although he was just a monk in the Qi refining period, but for those people who were powerless, this was faith, and he was very respectful.

"Ah Wu, go, clean him up!" Anyway, Ah Wu has stealth skills, and it's not a trivial matter to clean up that guy, but she wants to see if that guy is from that sect, so she is not ashamed to say it, and I don't know how many people he killed.

On the high platform, the male monk shouted in an extremely exaggerated manner, and below were the people with red eyes, all of whom were in a particularly agitated mood, and the person holding the oil and firewood should be his disciples, and surrounded all the five pregnant women, and then poured the flames on them.

"I'm about to start a fire!" the friar's bean-sized eyes were shining, and the torch in his hand was not affected by the heavy rain, but was burning.

Ouyang Zhixin saw that the invisible Fan Awu was already standing behind him.

The monk turned around and prepared to light the fire, but he felt a flower in front of him, his eyes as if he had been punched by something, and the whole person was kicked several meters away, and he fell to the ground with a bang, and everyone took a few steps back.

The crowd fell silent suddenly, the air froze, and no one knew whether he had been kicked or flown down, but he was lying on the ground, his hands and feet shaking, and his white robe was covered with mud.

Several disciples on the stage saw that something was wrong and were about to go down to help him up, but before they could go down, they were kicked in the buttocks, flew out one after another, and lay on the ground side by side with him.

Everyone looked at these masters in confusion, what is this really doing?

Ouyang Zhixin pushed aside the crowd and walked over, standing on the high platform.

"Listen to me, they're not masters, they're just a bunch of liars!" she said in a loud voice, and everyone stood in the rain and could hear it clearly, and they all turned their heads to look at her in shock.

"No way, they are immortals in Feiyun Cave, you will be punished for offending the immortals!" Below, a fat woman shook her handkerchief and roared, how dare she?

"Immortals, it's just a bunch of fakes!" Ouyang Zhixin waved his wrist, and a piece of cloud brocade emerged from his sleeve, stretched out and wrapped around them, threw them on the platform, and then waved his hand to rescue the five pregnant women and put them aside.

"Since you say that you are immortals, you must not be afraid of the flames of the world, why don't you let me try it!" Ouyang Xin tied them to the pillar, stretched out his hand, and a ball of flames came out of his palm, ready to attack them.

It's really rubbish that has been taught repeatedly, have you forgotten how she warned last time.

The people below suddenly lost their voices, and Ouyang Zhixin's little dew was enough to deter their momentum.