After a conversation, the situation was even worse than Song Xiaopeng imagined.

It was also at this moment that after Song Xiaopeng used his divine perception to perceive, he found that Grandma Wang, Qin Suqin and several others were disfigured in this battle. It's not serious, it's just that there are a few scratches on the face, but for girls, it's an unprecedented big thing.

"Brother Xiaopeng, are you okay!" After the replanning of the reconstruction and aftermath and everyone left, Luo Sui found an opportunity to come to Song Xiaopeng's side, held his arm, and watched non-stop.

"I'm fine, but you're badly injured. Song Xiaopeng's mood was a little heavy.

"Big brother, big brother......" Just when the two of them were a little dull for a while, Xiao Ling's voice came, and then a small voice appeared next to the two, holding a wooden box in his hand, "Big brother, this is the old Taoist Yuan Ying, who was bound in it by me." ”

"Really?" Hearing this, a trace of ruthlessness appeared in the corner of Song Xiaopeng's eyes, staring at the wooden box in Xiao Ling's hand.

"Big brother, what to do with him?"

"Xiao Ling, can he escape?"

"No, big brother, this is specifically to lock up people's souls and infants. ”

"Okay!" Song Xiaopeng made up his mind, grabbed the wooden box in his hand, and flicked it open.

There was a white halo of punch inside, binding a thumb-tip-sized, miniature version of the Daoyu real person, at this moment, trembling inside, where was there a fairy wind Dao bone.

"Song, Song Xiaopeng, let me go, our previous accounts will be written off. The eyes of the real person of Daoyu stared at Song Xiaopeng in horror, begging for mercy.

"A write-off?"

"I still have a lot of treasures, all for you, and they are my lifelong collections. ”

"Where?"

"You let me go, I can tell you. ”

"Do you have the qualifications to negotiate?" Song Xiaopeng grinned.

"I ......" Song Xiaopeng had a mouthful of white teeth, and the Taoist real person saw it in his eyes, like the devil in hell, no, it was even more terrible than the devil in hell.

Syllable!

Song Xiaopeng didn't let him continue to speak, but closed the wooden box with his backhand, turned his head to Luo Sui and Xiao Ling, and said, "Let's go, let's go to the square of Xinghe Academy." ”

I came to the square of Xinghe Academy.

Song Xiaopeng used his true qi to condense his voice: "All the disciples of the academy, come to the square quickly." ”

The people in the academy, hearing this, didn't think much about it, and walked towards the square one after another.

Song Xiaopeng opened the wooden box again, glanced at the Taoist real person, and let him beg for mercy, but he divided his mind and came to the space of the Tree of Civilization, took out all his crystal coins, and exchanged them for the skill of soul searching.

It's just that there was no reaction, but it was Song Xiaopeng's surprise.

Is it because there are not enough crystals, or because of the previous transactions of the Tree of Civilization.

Rubbing his head, although Song Xiaopeng's heart was moved by the treasures and collections of Daoyu Zhenren, he couldn't shake what he was going to do next.

The colleges of the academies have come to the square.

I don't understand what Song Xiaopeng wants to do.

Stand quietly in the square.

Song Xiaopeng saw that most of the people in the academy who could come had already come, and said in a deep voice: "Teachers, students, the incident not long ago was too sudden, and here I apologize to everyone for implicating you." Especially the dead students, I'm sorry for you. ”

After speaking, Song Xiaopeng bowed deeply in the direction of the cremated remains.

If in the past, Song Xiaopeng opened his mouth to speak, after he finished speaking, there would definitely be a hustle and bustle.

But today, everyone is just bowing their heads heavily.

Because such a big thing happened in the academy, many of my companions died.

People's hearts are flesh and blood, and after getting along for a few months, they are at least familiar with each other, or have a good relationship.

If you want to say that you don't blame Song Xiaopeng, the dean, it's fake.

There are more or less complaints in my heart.

However, thinking that the dean was almost dead, they couldn't really ask questions.

After all, in such an era and in such an environment, it is worth living an extra day.

Song Xiaopeng continued: "Today, there is good news to tell you, that is, the culprit, I used it to pay tribute to the dead students. ”

After speaking, he lifted the wooden box in his hand.

A miniature version of the Daoyu real person struggled inside, and many people saw the appearance of the Daoyu real person, and they wanted to rush over and tear him apart.

Holding the wooden box to the cremation place of the remains, Song Xiaopeng used the True Qi Sword to dig out a three-foot-deep pit and threw the wooden box inside, which allowed the students to pour several barrels of tung oil into it.

Daoyu Zhenren's face was horrified.

Although his strength is strong, under the black light that will kill with that blow, he can escape the heavy blow of Yuan Ying, which can be regarded as strength.

It's just that Yuan Ying was too badly injured, and he was detained in that weird little wooden box for so many days, which is no different from ordinary people.

Under this tung oil, it is impossible not to burn to the ashes and annihilate it.

He doesn't want to die!

hurriedly begged for mercy: "Song Xiaopeng, if you let me go, I still have a lot of rare treasures, which can be given to you." ”

Song Xiaopeng turned a deaf ear.

Walking over in person, the fingertips, the flame of true qi transformation, about half a foot long, was about to ignite the tung oil and burn the soul of the Yuan Infant of the Taoist real person.

"Childe, slow down!" At this moment, a figure flew in the distance, holding a guqin in his hand, as if the person in the painting had walked out, "Since he has a treasure, our academy was destroyed by him, I will search the soul, know its whereabouts, and make the best use of it!"

"That's right, Dean......" Those students who clenched their fists tightly, hearing this, were also extremely relieved of the dean's approach, but there were still treasures that could search for souls for their own use, and they all spoke out to persuade them.

"The Yuan Infant of the Mahayana period, although it is close to ordinary people, is not something that ordinary people can search for souls. Song Xiaopeng said.

"Childe, Fengxian has a method that is comparable to soul searching. Qin Fengxian didn't say much, but he pointed it out concisely.

"Well, in that case, then I will burn him alive in public to comfort the dead students. Song Xiaopeng nodded.

Qin Fengxian got the order, sat down cross-legged, the guqin in her hand was placed on her lap, she flicked her sleeves, Qianqian's soft fingers, and crossed the strings, in an instant, a mournful and mournful voice resounded, which made people feel sad in their hearts.

And in the pit, in the wooden box soaked in tung oil, a miniature version of the Taoist real person, at first struggled, but slowly quieted down, and the frightened expression became numb.

Qin Fengxian opened his mouth and said, "Childe, you can ask." ”

Song Xiaopeng nodded: "Daoyu Zhenren, where are your belongings placed?"

"Belongings?" the miniature version of Daoyu Zhenren was a little numb, "I put it in the belly of Mujiabazi, ten miles away at the foot of my Sanqing Mountain. ”

"Fengxian, are the words true or false?" Song Xiaopeng felt that it was too simple and hasty, and consulted Qin Fengxian with some uncertainty.

"Childe, under my Requiem, there have been no mistakes. Qin Fengxian's voice was firm.

"Okay, then burn him. Knowing the treasure he thought he couldn't get, Song Xiaopeng was in a much better mood, but for the Taoist real person, he couldn't wait to cut him into several pieces.

Rumble!

Between Song Xiaopeng's fingers, true qi was transformed into fire.

The tung oil in the pit ignited instantly.

Song Xiaopeng's brows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but speak: "Fengxian, let him restore his consciousness to clarity, otherwise, he won't be able to solve the hatred in my heart." ”

"Yes, Childe!"

"Ahh......h Surname...... Small...... Friend, you must not, you must not ...... Good death, I curse you in the name of the way of heaven, you ...... He will die in the fire like me...... Ahh......h

Bang!

Under the clear sky, a black cloud gathered and exploded in an instant.

No one expected that Daoyu Zhenren would make such an evil curse before he died.

Song Xiaopeng didn't expect it.

Sou!

A terrifying black gas, like the most evil thing in heaven and earth, rushed into Song Xiaopeng's eyebrows before he could react.

Things happen so quickly.

Everyone reacted, and the clear sky didn't seem to change.

"Aha...... You, no, it's good to die!" the words of the Taoist real man disappeared into the fire of tung oil with his miniature figure.