Under the dark night sky that turned black in an instant, the Rushing Fire Qilin, whose whole body was burning with purple and red flames, strode forward and roared angrily, and the color of death was reflected in the eyes of all the sinners who were struggling for their lives.

Mu Qi's throat moved, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and the sweat on his forehead kept pouring out, not at all controllable. It's not that Mu Qi doesn't want to run at the moment, but he can't move his steps at all because of fear, and now that he has reached this point, even if he wants to run, it is too late, and it is impossible to run out of the enveloping range of the black embroidery spell. Mu Qi had mixed feelings in his heart, and when he turned his head to look, he saw that there were constant screams and screams around him, and some people were in a panic and fell from the cliffs of the mountain road, all of which were like shouts of the end, lingering in Mu Qi's ears.

According to Mu Qi's prior planning, this escape should have ended when they fled from the mine, but they didn't expect that after the curtain ended, the curtain was lifted again, and the field was smashed directly and unreasonably. Mu Qi originally thought that he was in control of the victory, and he lived up to his trust! Who knew that the black embroidery that came out again halfway was like a different person, just like an evil monk, without the slightest scruples, he completely ignored the life and death of his little uncle, and planned to wipe them all out as soon as he made a move, so as to prevent future troubles.

The disheartened Mu Qi involuntarily took a few steps back, and the strength of his body seemed to be drained in an instant, he lowered his head in despair, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and was speechless after splashing a circle of loess around him.

Lu Xiao's thoughts flew a few feet away, and he saw that the magic unicorn would fall in a few breaths, Lu Xiao looked left and right, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a narrow crack on the side of the mountain road, which was just enough to allow one person to pass through, Lu Xiao's feet were fast, swaying his upper body, and he rushed towards the crack. When Lu Xiao squeezed into the crack, he was stuck by this crack and couldn't move, seeing that the fire unicorn was about to fall, the grass and trees on the ground had begun to spontaneously combust without fire, and the mountains and fields were gradually burned into a piece. Lu Xiao's eyes were anxious, there were already flames burning under his feet in the breathing room, and when he was at a loss, suddenly, a pair of hands stretched out from under the crack where Lu Xiao was standing, grabbed Lu Xiao's feet, and at the last moment, pulled Lu Xiao down, and then the moment Lu Xiao fell down, he pulled him into the hidden cave under the crack.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, the heavens and the earth were silent, and after a while, the mountains and rivers shook, the gravel flew sideways, and the scorched earth was scorched!

The black embroidery stood by the sky, a body of flames turned into a unicorn body, at this moment, the black embroidery seemed to have been integrated with the night sky, a pair of eyes looked at the scattered sinners who were fleeing, like lambs to be slaughtered, when the unicorn fell, one by one turned into dust, and there was a sense of happiness filled in the heart lake. Heixiu smiled silently, his eyes were full of unusual madness, and even the pair of arms hanging by his side trembled slightly.

This loud noise, even in the Shui Xuanzong that was far away, there was a sense, Cheng Confucian Taoist and the veiled strange appearance were talking on a mountain cliff, and they were also attracted by this sound, Cheng Confucian Taoist said with a hint of surprise: "Hey! Isn't this black embroidery? Why is the little guy so angry? Don't burn the mine!"

Qi Xiang frowned slightly: "Judging from the breath, this person seems to be unstable!"

"If the Dao heart is flawless, you won't do everything possible to cultivate the Red Technique!" said Cheng Confucian Daoist Youyou.

Qi Xiang's eyes changed in a moment, and he said to Cheng Confucian Taoist: "A few days ago, Chi You's life fire appeared in Luoxia Continent, and Heavenly Court sent someone to arrest him.

Cheng Confucian Taoist laughed, as if self-deprecating, and said: "I know that I know, but I don't dare to look at it! Li Jing is here, I don't dare to show my head, I can only stay in Shui Xuanzong honestly, staring at it from a distance, and I can't look carefully." ”

"Where is Lu Xiao now?"

"According to the report from the Quchi mine, I have been living there with Xiluo in the past few days. ”

"But I have a good luck in life! In this way, I can escape from Li Jing's hands!"

"There is a definite number in the underworld, and the sky is endless, so there will naturally be a way back. Cheng Confucian Taoist tilted his head, a pair of blue eyes flickered, looking into the distance, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but have a hint of a smile.

"When the Queen Mother and I were in Yaochi, she said that we must save Chi You's life and not be easily captured by Heavenly Court. Qi Xiang bent down to pick a wild flower, and blew a breath through the veil, and in an instant the wild flower was frozen, and the next moment suddenly there was a crisp sound, and the wild flower was scattered into a cloud of dust and disappeared with the wind.

"Since the Queen Mother wants to save Chi You's life, why don't you strike early?

"Because I didn't think so!" replied Qi Xiang word by word.

Cheng Confucian Daoist asked again, "What happened in the Heavenly Court?"

"The Emperor of Heaven is naturally still in power, but there is no one to pick up the river master for the time being, the Queen Mother has disturbed the situation of the Emperor of Heaven, and the Emperor of Heaven is stepping up to gather the power from all over the Heavenly Court into his own hands, so as to deal with the case in his heart!" An unusual light flashed in Qi Xiang's eyes, and there was a trace of hatred on the corner of his mouth. "By the way, Zhu Rongshang is back, you should know, right?"

"Naturally know!" Cheng Confucian Taoist sighed, as if there was something unspeakable.

"He's very interesting!" Qi smiled at Cheng Confucian.

Cheng Confucian Taoist didn't answer, turned around and went straight away, leaving a sentence: "Go back to Heaven early! Come back and bring me some Yaochi holy water, I will be of great use!"

Qi Xiang seemed to be deaf, and he picked a yellow and white wildflower next to him and pinched it in his hand, but the beautiful face behind the veil smiled, and then stood up and waved his long sleeves, and his figure flashed and disappeared without a trace.

There was a dilapidated village by the sea below the floating island of Shui Xuanzong, as if it had been plundered, and a desolate atmosphere permeated it, blowing the withered yellow weeds. There were only a dozen wooden houses in the village, all of which were in tatters, with the entire roof collapsed, or the walls and planks corroded out of large holes, and the sea breeze creaked and crumbled. There were several broad-bellied fishing boats in the open space, some of which had fallen into broken sampans and landed everywhere, and some of them looked closer, only to realize that the bottom of the boats had been completely corroded and clean, and only an empty shelf was left to see.

Lu Cong and Yi Chudao stopped on the side of the road a few feet above the village, looking repeatedly, but there was no one in sight, only the strange sound of the sea breeze passing through the broken wooden house. Yi Chu Daoist turned around and was about to walk away, to find another village to ask for directions, but Lu Cong on the side suddenly shouted: "Master, look! There are people there!" Before the words fell, Lu Cong ran towards the wooden house that showed a pair of bare feet slightly, and Yi Chu Daoist had to follow.

When Lu Cong rushed down from the slope, before he walked in front of the wooden house, he was stopped by a foul smell. Lu Cong covered his mouth and nose, walked to the front of the wooden house, and saw an old man's corpse lying on the floor with his eyes open, and many flies hovering and falling on the blackened corpse, and the rotting corpse also attracted several pitch-black ravens that were pecking at the carrion.

Lu Cong hurriedly stepped forward, kept waving his right hand, and stomped on the floor so that it slammed to drive away these extremely hungry ravens, and a raven that stopped on the forehead of the corpse quickly pecked twice before it flew up, and picked up one of the dead old man's eyeballs before flapping its wings and flying out of the wooden house.

Yi Chu Daoist bypassed the wooden house, saw this scene, and said in his mouth: "Dao Ancestor bless! Donor dies!" Then bowed down, an old man and a young man were thinking about where to bury this corpse, just when a thin old man with gray hair dragged a rusty shovel step by step slowly, and when he came to him, he looked at the two of them, and then said in a weak voice: "Stranger, can you help the old man bury this corpse?" After speaking, he coughed, and Lu Cong, who came over, helped the old man and took the shovel.

Yi Chudao on the side said: "Don't worry, the poor road will definitely be!" After speaking, he took out a white cloth from the cloth bag on his body, and flicked it, the white cloth wrapped the corpse directly, and Lu Cong on the side helped the old man to the steps on the side to sit down, and went to the open space next to the house to start digging with a shovel.

Half an hour later, Lu Cong jumped out of the pit, and with a wave of Yi Chudao's hand, the corpse wrapped in a white cloth floated up on its own, and finally fell into the pit, where Lu Cong covered the soil with a spade and a spade. A small earthen bag gradually rose, the old man on the side looked left and right, picked up a broken wooden board, took out a brush with no ink from his arms, moistened it in his mouth, and wrote crookedly on the wooden board: "The tomb of the dead brother Wenhai." But because of the lack of ink, the writing was so blurry that it was almost invisible.

After Lu Cong put the shovel aside, Yi Chu Daoist inserted the broken flag staff on the side of the tomb, closed his eyes, stood upright respectfully, flipped the Dharma seal in his hand, and kept reciting the text of the past in his mouth. The old man also walked tremblingly to the tomb, bent down with difficulty, thrust the broken part of the tombstone into the soil, and knocked it vigorously with his fist several times, then turned over, leaned aside, and kept panting.

Lu Cong took out some fruits in the bag and handed them to the old man, who ate a little and then turned around and put them in front of the somewhat crooked tombstone, with a sad look at himself.

After Yi Chu Daoist finished reading the text of the past nine times, he asked the old man on the side, "Old donor, is there anyone else here?"

The old man waved his hand and replied softly: "No, all those who can run have run, old people like us can't run, and we don't want to run so we stay." ”

Lu Cong asked aloud, "Why do you want to run?"

The old man glanced at Lu Cong, and replied with a hint of gratitude: "Although our village was not very good before, it was no problem to eat a full meal, but a few days ago, when the heat was hot, for some reason, this day was unreasonable, even the sea water in front of him was like a hot soup, even if it was against the scorching heat, but there was no fish to beat, after a few days, the village ran out of food, and after that, the younger ones took the children to go elsewhere, and we old people stayed here thinking that maybe one day it would be better again, so that they could come back again!" But now it's better, but no one wants to come back. ”

Yi Chu Taoist persuaded, "Old donor, since there is no one in the village anymore, you can also go elsewhere, don't work hard to guard this place anymore!"

The old man smiled when he heard this, shook his head and said, "You buried my brother just now, and I buried it before you came. Seven. Eight. Nine of them!" The old man seemed to have a bad memory, raised his hands in front of his eyes, and counted them with his fingers, "I won't leave, I've lived here all my life, even if I'm going to die, I'm afraid I'm not used to it." Hahahaha!"

Lu Cong looked at the smiling old man, and a feeling of sadness welled up in his heart.

The old man sighed and asked, "Where are you going?"

Yi Chudao replied: "The two of them want to find a ferry port and cross the sea by ferry. ”

When the old man heard this, he slowly stood up against the wall and said, "The two of you have done the old man a favor, and the old man will also give the two of you a ride." ”

After speaking, he led the way towards a wooden house, and waved his hand to the two of them to follow as he left.

The three of them walked to a relatively intact wooden house, only to see that there was a boathouse next to the wooden house, and the old man said as he walked: "There is another boat here, which can carry you out to sea, and you can use this boat to go east in less than a day, and you can go to Caiyundu, the largest ferry port in the south of Luoxiazhou, and then you can take the ferry to cross the sea!"

Yi Chu Daoist hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, old donor!"

With that, Yi Chudao and Lu Cong pulled the dark brown wide-bellied fishing boat out of the boathouse, and in the daylight, the boat was still shiny.

The old man stepped forward and stroked the mottled marks on the ship, as if the wind and waves of the past were blowing again. The old man waded to the bow of the boat and slapped it twice, then turned back to shore.

Lu Cong, who got on the boat, shouted: "Grandpa, you can go with us!"

The old man didn't respond, stood on the shore and waved his hand, smiled and said goodbye to the two, Lu Cong suddenly took off the burden on his body, shook it the shore, and landed at the old man's feet, the old man bent down and picked it up, and saw that the two of them were far away from the boat, before turning around and walking into the dark and secluded wooden house step by step.