The yin wind in the sacrificial demon flag is gusting, and the sassy demon breath is overwhelming, and it is filthy and unbearable, making it impossible to breathe.

As soon as he entered, Zhu Yifei left his body and could not return, seeing that his body was sealed on the high platform by frost and snow bones, his heart was anxious.

There are constantly monsters besieging around, or cicadas or muskrats, all of them are fierce people who have been accumulating grievances for thousands of years, and they are crazy devouring the monsters around them all the time, even if Zhu Yifei has six primordial gods to assist each other, it is inevitable that he will be outnumbered, and gradually his soul will be tired and his vitality will dissipate.

But fortunately, when she entered this sacrificial demon flag, she had already sacrificed the main primordial god and attached it to the ice and fire sword, but the heavenly palace was not beautiful, and the ice and fire sword fell into the thousand-year-old snow pool, sinking into the depths, without the support of the jade pill true qi, it was impossible to resist the cold of the Kunlun Mountains.

Zhu Yifei lay in the dark, looking at the faint glimmer above his head, his body was sealed by the cold, trapped in the ice and fire sword, and he couldn't earn anything, seeing that the sky was getting darker, and the circle of light like a full moon slowly disappeared, he sighed and closed his eyes.

Nine Heavens, Qinghuang Palace, Donglan Palace, a wisp of immortal soul sorrow, crying endlessly.

Between the Chongluan Palace, the glow reflects the green, the trees point to the bamboo, the fairy beasts fly from afar, fall on the bank of the Yaoguang Pond, bow their heads and drink Qionglan, Peng Wing Dance is enchanting, suddenly hear this mourning from the deep garden, can't help but cry in unison, as if there is a sense of mercy between heaven and earth.

The Purple Crane Emperor sat on the throne of the unicorn mane, and when he heard the mournful complaints of the soul under the seat, his heart was filled with grief and anger.

"Go and check for Benjun, what is the origin of that stone spirit" He commanded in a low voice, and slapped the handrail of the carved Qilin arm with his palm, and a magic light dispersed, and the entire Chunhuang Palace shook three times in an instant.

As if feeling the anger of the Dao Purple Emperor, the clouds dispersed in the sky above the Donglan Palace, the colorful glow dyed the ink, and a gust of wind suddenly rose, blowing away the immortal tree, scattering the spirit beasts, and the water in the Yaoguang Pond was more and more dense, and the microwaves were frequently stacked.

"She is Ziyang's apprentice, the third generation disciple of the Xuanqing faction, father, you have to be the master for your daughter," Miao said hatefully.

The soul that was beaten at the beginning was scattered, because he almost fell into the demon path before, and the remnant soul did not wake up, and he was floating between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, one day, the four spirit immortals under the throne of the Purple Crane Emperor went down to the world on an errand, passing by the fairy world, seeing a certain place where the mountains and rivers flowed backwards, the grass withered, twisted his fingers and counted, only to know that there was a soul of resentment, came to find it, and saw that it was a wonderful face to describe the embarrassment, and he was taken aback, and brought it back to the Nine Heavenly Chunhuang Palace to recuperate the remnant soul.

This soul has been raised for seven or eight days, and only then has the gods gathered wisdom, and the Purple Crane Emperor has long been angry when he sees his beloved daughter being seriously injured, but it is only because his soul is not clear and it is difficult to tell his grievances, which has dragged on until today.

"Xuanqing faction? But it's just some casual cultivation, it can't be much of a climate, is it possible to have my Yuqing faction Dewei in the world, Yan Er don't be afraid, for the father, this will reshape the immortal body for you, and you don't have to return to the immortal world, until the day when the immortal body will be completed, the father will protect the Dharma for you and lead the heavenly thunder, and help you cross the catastrophe and ascend."

"But, Father, isn't that a violation of the laws of heaven?" Miao Tianyan heard this, and her heart was happy, as long as she could fly into an immortal first, at that time, wouldn't it be easy to clean up a little demon who had not yet married a baby.

"You were born when your father's immortal body was born, you were already half a half immortal body, you have not entered the mortal world, you have walked the six reincarnations, you can't violate the heavenly etiquette, rest assured, your affairs are handed over to your father, you will go to the Kunyuan Cave to cultivate, there is a Qilin Treasure Temple, which can help you nourish the Yuan Shen" The Purple Crane Emperor said, and instructed the Four Spirits Immortal to bring the wonderful immortal soul down to cultivate, and sat on the high platform, angry and silent.

Not long after, a little fairy holding a silk book entered the house, knelt down and said: "Qi Zihu Emperor, this demon named Zhu Yifei is the body of the Nine Dragons Jade Seal, at the beginning of the opening of the world, at the beginning of the ancestors, buried on the top of Qin Ling Mountain, after ten thousand years, was dug out of the field by a farmer, and paid tribute to the state dynasty at that time, because when the jade was obtained, the king of the state dreamed of nine dragons haunted, so it was carved into the Nine Dragons jade seal since then, passed on to time, so far a total of 188,8800 years"

"Oh? Can there be a way to trace the source? The Purple Crane Emperor was stunned when he heard this, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he asked.

"This is the Wuxiang Xingjun according to the Heavenly Mirror, only these" The little fairy waited, and presented the silk book with both hands, and the Purple Crane Emperor reached out and held it in his palm, opened it and took a look, appealing the golden proverb, as he said.

"Hmph, no wonder the Xuanqing Sect will choose a demon as a disciple, it's just because of its deep roots" Emperor Zihu sneered, his long eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingers pinched slightly, and his face became more and more grim.

"You return the silk book to Wuxiang, and bring the gratitude of this monarch with you" The Purple Crane Emperor said, his palm was slightly raised, and the silk book automatically rolled up and fell back into the hands of the little fairy.

The little fairy bowed and bowed, then retreated and left.

The purple-clothed immortal on the side wiped his eyes and looked half-paid, stepped forward and said, "Emperor, do you want to go down to earth for a little fairy?" ”

Emperor Zihu waved his hand, a little embarrassed and said: "That demon has now shed the demon skin, the demon soul, and has the Xuanqing Righteous Law, the Taoist sect is passed on, it is not a demon, if we kill her, it is against the laws of heaven, and I am afraid that we will be punished by heaven."

"Then, the princess's matter ....." the purple-clothed fairy stopped talking.

"Ben Jun calculated that he is now doing all the way of building the road, after the catastrophe of great danger, now the body is trapped in the sacrificial demon flag, the original god is sinking in the Kunlun vein thousand-year-old snow pool, you go down to the earth, the cold pool is sealed with a spell, so that her original spirit is out of the way, stay until the seventy-seven forty-ninth day, the body is destroyed, that is, how big is her background, and she will also fall into the six realms from the new" Emperor Zihu sneered.

"I see, at that time, when you enter the six paths, it will never turn over" The purple-clothed immortal was surprised, took two steps forward and bowed his head and smiled, "Emperor, the little immortal will do it"

"Well, go and return quickly"

The purple-clothed fairy took the order, walked out of the Donglan Palace, flew out of the Qinghuang Palace in the clouds, and went all the way through the Xia Yue Ni to the Fengyun platform, looked down and looked down, saw the dirty and turbid, and felt a little disgusted in his heart, but he was helpless, and when he was about to shake his head and jump down, an old man in a white robe suddenly appeared in front of him, dressed in a plain fox, wearing a crown of jade, with crane hair and a childish face, lying on his back on a jasper futon, and smiling

"The great god Si Yun didn't sprinkle and plant trees in Qinghuang Palace, how could he run to this wind and cloud platform to see the scenery of mortal dust?"

"Fox Ancestor, Xiaoxian is rude, it's really a little boring, come out and wander around" Seeing this, Si Yun secretly said in his heart that it was not good, this fox ancestor can't retreat on weekdays, how did he suddenly appear here today, it's really a little strange.

"Wandering around? When this ancestor is easy to deceive? You little rabbit cub, you love to pat the purple crane at the fart the most, and now you are willing to run out of the Chunhuang Palace, there must be some unspeakable secret" The fox ancestor stroked the white beard on his chest, and smiled ill-intentionedly.

Si Yun already saw beads of sweat on his forehead, and said, "Where is it, where is it, Xiaoxian is really just here to take a look, whatever, just take a look"

"Okay, even if you are Sifan, Ancestor, can I still sue you for a junior? However, you have to be careful, in case, you can go down, you can't come back, but it's not easy to explain to that purple bird" The fox ancestor narrowed his eyes slightly, and the laughter did not stop, but his figure instantly faded and disappeared on the platform.

"The lesson of the ancestor is that the ancestor walks slowly" Si Yun wiped his sweat while waiting for the long-standing laughter to dissipate, and the surroundings were quiet, before he breathed a long sigh of relief, dispersed the clouds and mist under his feet, turned into a scholar, and jumped down from the Fengyun platform.

The wind and clouds gathered on the Fengyun platform, the dust under the wind and cloud platform was gone, a cold snort came in the void, and the fox ancestor who had left before appeared in the fairy body again, squinted his eyes, and the fairy light around his body was prosperous, and a white tail appeared behind him, shaking it left and right a few times, and a handful of fox fur fell.

The fox ancestor put away the long tail, picked up the fox fur, and sent it to the wind and cloud platform, the red lips were lifted, and with a gentle blow, the fox fur turned into a charming woman, with a light body and a graceful body, bowing her head and bowing, and said with a smile: "Ancestor, the little demon is polite."

"Well, you go to the mortal world, don't make trouble"

"Yes, the little demon understands" The fox fur agreed, jumped off the platform, and disappeared in an instant.

The little monk traveled all the way west, and when he passed by a mountain range, his heart moved slightly, as if he had a feeling, and when he looked down, he saw an old man frozen on the snow, dead and unfinished.

Compassion suddenly, according to the head of the clouds, two or three steps to the old man's side, a sniff, there is still a breath, the little monk scratched his head, the old man on his back, the Buddha's eyes opened, saw that there is a village thirty miles away, and walked away.

The old man is a mortal body, the flesh is vulgar, the bones are as heavy as a thousand catties of stones, the little monk can not control the clouds, urgent matters, all the way to the gallop, in an instant, the forehead will see sweat.

It was an early morning trip, and the sunset had been seen, and only then did he enter the village, there was a young man wrapped in cotton clothes, his head was crooked, his eyes were slanted, and his eyebrows were three points black, and he was stunned when he saw Huitong, and said angrily: "This old man died outside, how can he get it back, our family is poor, and there is no spare food to entertain the master" After that, he turned around and wanted to leave, but was pulled by the little monk.

Hui Channel: "Your father is old, he has been out for a long time, you are a parent, you don't go out to look for it, now I will send it back, why don't you take it home soon, ask for medicine, whether you have to worry about your life"

The man shook his shoulders sideways, opened the shackles of the little monk, raised his eyebrows and said: "Who told you to be nosy, the monks don't chant the scriptures in the temple well, and they come out in the winter to do something, this old man is no longer my father, how do you love it?"

The surrounding idle neighbors heard the sound of quarrels in the streets, and came to watch, seeing the little monk's eyebrows and clear eyes, the solemn appearance of the law, and the prestige of high morality, so he stepped forward and whispered: "This boy of the navigator is a famous ruffian, beating his father and scolding his mother, doing all kinds of evil, he is born with great strength and a high voice, we don't dare to provoke, the little master still leaves quickly, he is in a hurry, he is beaten, it is not worth it"

Huitong's face was slightly cold, and he waved his hand to push the farmer away, and saw a grass house not far away, a woman was opening the window to look out, constantly glancing at the man, and the man seemed to have an understanding, and turned to Huidao: "Tell you, if you know each other, hurry up and give the master and me out, otherwise don't blame me for being unwelcome."

When Huitong heard this, he suddenly sneered three times, took two steps, stepped into the courtyard, and saw that there were two rooms, which were quite neat, and did not look like an exhaustive person, so he ignored the etiquette, pushed open the door, came to the inner room in two or three steps, and put the old man on the fire.

The man was stunned, he didn't know what to do, his eyes only saw a few afterimages flashing, and when he heard his wife shouting loudly from the room, he shouted angrily, picked up a hoe on the edge of the fence, rushed into the house and cut at the top of the little monk's head.

Outside the house, the neighbors dodged one after another, but the old man cried one year ago: "Evil, evil, why did you beat the monk at home, go and stop him, let him kill someone"

A few bold youths rushed into the house, and saw that the hoe had been cut on the top of the white-clothed monk's head, and a palm-sized blood hole was slowly cracking, and they were all stunned.

"Phew, let you be nosy" The Hangjia boy was not only not afraid, but also a little proud, raised the hoe, and was about to cut again, but saw the little monk in white shake his head, slapped his hands to the top of his head, a golden light flashed, but the wound disappeared without a trace.