[The book continues from the above, and the book says that Mu Qingming and they followed the old ghost out of the cave full of lava and entered a place full of ice crystals and full of cold air. In the depths of this cave, they saw a rare exquisiteness. But I never thought that this exquisite land was actually under the bottom of Fuxian Lake, covered by thousands of blue waves. And the old ghost also took out the bones of the golden crow from the exquisite ground. The old ghost was brought out to inform Mu Qingming that they had tried to use the flame blood of the Holy Child to destroy the bones of the Golden Crow. However, the boy's strength was insufficient and he was unable to injure his bones. The Dragonwood Clan guessed that it would take more power to destroy its bones. So he handed it over to Mu Qingming, and asked him to try to destroy the bones. 】

Mu Qingming and Mo Han used a part of their true Qi to cover Ah Hong and Zhang Xiaosheng's bodies.

The scorching fire dried any trace of air nearby, but it didn't hurt the two junior disciples in the slightest.

It's just that the heat is unbearable, and it's just sweating again.

This is also normal, the powerful fire energy emitted from the bones of the golden crow is similar to the sun. Even Mu Qingming and Mo Han, who were protecting the True Qi body, were constantly oozing beads of sweat on their foreheads and palms.

"Since the loss of the two divine beads, this bone has been evil and introverted, which seems to be a protective mechanism for it." The old ghost's ghostly aura became weaker and weaker, but he still persevered, and told Mu Qingming some things that he and his clan already knew: "This bone has been waiting, waiting for us to bury it back in Kunlun's Death Hell Valley. In this way, in the place where the ancestor of the dragon veins in the world is, the Golden Crow can be reborn. ”。

These words are also a reminder to Mu Qingming, if this bone can't be destroyed, don't bring it into the Kunlun region.

"But the evil spirit is restrained, but it is constantly angry." After a pause, the old ghost said again.

"The fire is so strong that you can't process and destroy this bone, right?" Mu Qingming asked, looking at the bone mass.

Zhang Xiaosheng and Ah Hong took the opportunity to look left and right.

There is no way here, there are rock walls all around, and there are no gaps.

There is no decoration or any trace of carving or construction, everything is natural.

The only thing in the cave that is not natural is the stone jar of peace.

Mo Han, on the other hand, looked upwards and stared at the ice crystals.

After looking at it for a long time, she saw that among the waves of water, there were huge bricks with very thick moss on them.

"Yes, these fires are also continuing to protect this bone." Over there, the old ghost had already replied, "Our clan has exhausted all the things we have learned all our lives, and we have not been able to destroy it. Maybe it's our strength that is too weak. ”。

The old ghost looked into Mu Qingming's eyes, and his expectations did not decrease but increased.

At this moment, the old ghost was like a man who had fallen into the water, and the Mu Qingming he saw was the straw that floated in front of his eyes.

He pinned all his hopes on Mu Qingming.

Because he felt that Mu Qingming's power was powerful.

"You were almost a ghost, I smelled a transformation in you, but now you have changed. Your power is indispensable. Then, after a pause, the old ghost looked Mu Qingming up and down, and he looked at the young man again.

The eyes that were red and dripping blood before suddenly became bright and transparent.

It's like a light that suddenly appeared in the darkness, which could illuminate everything on Mu Qingming's body.

The old ghost at this moment, with a kind and kind face, finally showed relief after the inspection.

He felt that he had made the right decision, which was to give the Golden Crow Bone to Mu Qingming.

And what he said, Mu Qingming himself knows.

Although it is not very correct, the transformation that Mu Qingming once encountered was indeed based on the production of ghost people, improved and completed.

If it weren't for this strange feng shui array in the city, Mu Qingming would never have been able to get rid of the cage and torture of demonic energy.

Maybe Mu Qingming will eventually become a powerful and powerful killing tool like the ghost man recorded in the Immortal Dao Evil Book, but gradually there is no reason.

"I hope you will destroy the bones of the Golden Crow, put an end to all this, end everyone's delusions about immortality, and let things like immortality be nothing more than ethereal myths in the future." The old ghost said, taking a step forward towards Mu Qingming.

But after only one step, it stopped.

At this time, Mo Han was still looking up, and he saw a lot of corpses standing diagonally, the male corpse leaned forward, the female corpse leaned back, and would swim in the water on the crystal stone with the flow of water, as if they were alive.

She immediately told Mu Qingming about this discovery with her mind.

Mu Qingming also looked up and saw two dead bodies, fresh as ever, floating over the crystal with the current.

"I must have ruined it, but I still ask the old man to go to great lengths to answer my question: What is this?" Mu Qingming raised his hand and pointed to the ice crystals above.

The old ghost looked up and saw that the two corpses were still surrounding the ice crystals, flowing with the water.

"We and the Dian Kingdom once built an altar at the bottom of the lake, and it was built on the top of the Linglong land." The old ghost slowly retracted his gaze and said, "The corpse you saw is the product of the failure of the ghost people in the past. They are immortal and indestructible, their bodies are incorruptible, and in fact they have no souls. ”。

"You people are really evildoers." Mu Qing was stunned for a moment and then said.

As they spoke, several more corpses floated over their heads.

The old ghost's eyes showed guilt and remorse.

Mu Qingming is right, they really create evil.

No matter how much you do afterwards, it won't help.

But he still had to hand over the bones of the Golden Crow to Mu Qingming.

The old ghost didn't say a word, and took another step forward, and there was not much ghost energy left in his body.

And the old ghost's feet have begun to become transparent.

His lifespan has entered one of the few countdowns.

He was so weak that he couldn't even breathe.

It won't be long before the old ghost will say goodbye to this familiar world.

If Mu Qingming had come a little later, they wouldn't have seen the old ghost, and they wouldn't have known so much.

"Power should be a responsibility, not a capital to do evil." The old ghost said this, and stretched out his hands holding the bones of the golden crow to Mu Qingming's body.

The old ghost was fulfilling his promise, and his eyes were full of expectations and trust when he looked at Mu Qingming.

He believed that Mu Qingming was the one who could destroy the bones of the Golden Crow, whether it was the prophecy of the past or the temptation after today's meeting, it made the old ghost believe that Mu Qingming could end everything.

However, he was still bitter, and said to Mu Qingming: "You are very strong, but I hope you don't follow in our clan and follow in the footsteps of the Golden Crow." I hope you don't, rely on great power, and do whatever you want in the future. ”。

The last word "for" was spoken, and the old ghost's body began to fall apart.

The speed was extremely fast, and every inch of his body, flesh and blood, quickly turned into wisps of faint ghostly energy, drifting away with the wind.

In a blink of an eye, Mu Qingming only saw the last look of the old ghost left in the world, an amiable smile.

The next second later, the whole old ghost was gone. There was no trace of him left in the world.

Only Mu Qingming had not had time to pick up the golden crow bone and fell to the ground.

The bones of the golden crow that fell to the ground were not scattered and broken.

It was so hard under the golden light that it was so hard that it was unscathed even if it fell.

As soon as it landed, Ah Hong sensed that there was a strong evil aura in it, and there was something that contained life.

Perhaps, as the old ghost said, this skeleton is just waiting, waiting for someone to take it to Kunlun to regain its strength and rebirth, and then the Golden Crow will be resurrected again.

"There are hot potatoes, potatoes, sweet potatoes, and big stuffed buns. And hot bones. The world is so big. Zhang Xiaosheng stared at the golden crow bones on the ground, and bursts of scorching fire were still emanating from it.

Many of these fires rushed straight towards them.

The scorching air currents brought gusts of heat.

This originally cool place is already unbearably hot.

Ah Hong secretly thought: With such hot bones, how did the skin and flesh of the Golden Crow back then withstand these hot bones?

"yes, how are we going to bring this hot thing back?" Mo Han also looked at the bones that were still lying quietly on the ground.

I looked at the place where the old ghost had been, and it was empty.

The old ghost is no longer alive, but he didn't tell Mu Qingming how to take this bone away.

You can't take it with your bare hands, the bones are hotter than magma, even if you have a true Qi body, taking it with your bare hands is tantamount to taking charcoal with your bare hands.

"Let me think about it." Mu Qingming stared at the bones, frowning and pondering.

After a long time, he looked ahead, the stone jar that was gradually lying on the ground......

Although the sun has turned westward, the western sun is also very hurtful.

The western sun before sunset is a kind of scorching heat that lasts longer than the heat of midday.

The two disciples of the Immortal Dao walked under the scorching sun in the west and walked towards the west spring in Chengjiang.

The sun made them sweat on their foreheads. The front of the thin clothes was also wet.

They had to use the straw hat in their hand as a fan and fan the wind again and again.

The straw hat in Yunnan is relatively wide, and as the saying goes, the straw hat is used as a pot lid.

Such a big straw hat, fanning up, the wind is not small.

For the time being, it can relieve the heat under the sun for the two immortal disciples.

Both of them were not tall, swarthy and thin, and one of them was mute. I can't speak, I just make an oops, oops, oops.

The basket he carried on his shoulders was a cover for their identity.

The two of them looked like hawkers who had just returned from business in Chengjiang County.

The other is to speak out, but when talking to a mute, he doesn't have much interest, so naturally he won't chatter with a mute.

The two walked one after the other, and they didn't say a word for a long time.

Of course, these two followers are not walking aimlessly.

These two believers have one characteristic, that is, their perception is different from ordinary people.

After a long walk, they had been searching for their destination by their senses, following the aura of fire emanating from the ground.

It is said that the blood of the Holy Child is the blood of fire, which is filled with the aura of fire. Therefore, where the Holy Child and Child pass, there will also be a strong aura of fire.

These two followers used the simplest and clearest method to find the whereabouts of the Holy Child Child.

And now they are chasing the fire aura attached to the ground, all the way to find it.

When I arrived here, there was no one in the wilderness, and the aura of fire stretched forward intermittently.

This place is already some distance away from Chengjiang County. And these two disciples also came out of the county town to find the aura of fire.

But the further this goes, the more sparsely populated it becomes.

Occasionally, a few farmhouses can be seen, but they are also in groups of threes and twos, and they have not formed a scale.

This made the two disciples, after walking a few miles away, feel that they had taken the wrong path?

Or are they going in the wrong direction?

At this time, these two disciples were already far away from Chengjiang County, and they could see the rocky cliffs and lush forests from a distance.

In front of them, on the side of the road, there was a small village that was not too big.

Under the old tree at the entrance of the village, there are a few farmers who have just returned from the farmland, enjoying the shade of the trees, drinking some water, eating some dry food, and then picking up the hoe at hand and going to cultivate outside the village.

But the Immortal Daoists, along the way, followed the fire qi that extended forward and entered the village.

If you want to go in and investigate, it will not be difficult for the two disciples. The point is that if there is really a holy child boy in this village, it is not so easy to take away that child in broad daylight.

But after the fire aura entered the village, it became more and more dense, indicating that there were holy child boys, who often haunted here, and may even live in the village.

"It looks like we'll have to wait." The disciple standing outside the village looked up at the sky, and then at the farmers who were enjoying the shade at the entrance of the village not far away.

Those people didn't pay attention to them at all, and they didn't pay much attention to them.

There are often travelers passing by here, as long as they don't make trouble and don't do evil, the people in the village will not keep an eye on passers-by.

So the two disciples made a bend and followed the path outside the village, bypassing the village, and continued on their way.

"I can only find a place, wait until late at night, and then go into the village to find out." After leaving the village and walking into the surrounding farmland, and seeing that there was no one around, the disciple who could speak opened his mouth and said to the mute, "There are mountains and forests around here, go farther away, and stay in the forest for a while." ”。

He spoke in a very low voice, trying to keep the volume to a volume that only the two of them could hear, to ensure that the matter would never leak out.

With that, the cultist looked at the towering green mountains in the distance.

That's where they intend to hide.

After pondering for a long time, the dumb man nodded, continued to carry his burden, and followed his companion along the ridge, and after rounding the small village at the foot of the hill smoothly and naturally, he walked slowly towards the farther place, the wooded, heavy mountains.

The slanted sunset begins to change color, and the rays of the sun take on a deeper color.

Are there any children in the hamlet? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.