In the flames, the firewood crackled from time to time, and several sparks jumped, trying to break away from the flames that were gathered together.

The autumn wind howled, rolling up the flames, rolling up the sparks that had left the team without authorization, and a little light was annihilated in an instant.

Old man Hong sat on the ground with his back to the trunk of a tree, and a slight snoring sound sounded from his mouth and nose, bringing an eerie rhythm to the quiet jungle.

Wen Chuanting sat cross-legged facing the bonfire, the wooden sword was placed horizontally on his lap, and the sword qi was like a gurgling stream, from the hilt to the tip of the sword, and from the tip of the sword to the hilt, forming a perfect cycle.

Washing the sword! Ask Chuanting to promote the sword qi to wash and refine the sword body, quench impurities, and increase the fit between people and swords.

Loyal to the sword, honest to the sword!

Ask Chuanting to seal the long sword with his true heart!

The morning sun was born, under the sunlight and firelight, the body of the sword flashed a verdant color, like a dream bubble, and quietly got up with the question, the wooden sword showed its original color, and the fine pattern was imprinted, and there was no natural carving.

At the moment when he asked Chuanchuan to stand up, Old Man Hong also opened his eyes at the same time, and his fat fingers rubbed the corners of his eyes, "Well, it's another day!"

Wen Chuanting glanced sideways, and did not comment on Old Man Hong's words, whether he was sighing or lamenting, life still had to pass after all.

A piece of fat bear meat was roasted on the flame that had just been re-raised, and the old man Hong gently flipped on the side, and the old man's eyes kept sweeping over the body of Wen Chuanting, who was dancing with a sword in the open space on the side.

"The talent is good, and the diligent cultivation continues! As long as you don't die halfway, there will eventually be a subject that stands at the peak!" Old man Hong nodded slightly, and the scene of Wen Chuanting standing on the top of the mountain and bowing his head appeared in his mind.

Old man Hong shook his head and smiled, "It's still early! It's still early! It's time...... He needs time to grow!"

Eat the meat into your belly, enjoy a few fresh fruits dropped by the monkeys, and go to get rid of the greasy. After extinguishing the campfire and covering it with a thick layer of earth, he got up and prepared to set out on his journey as he saw the last wisps of green smoke rise and dissipate into the wind.

Asked Chuanting to greet the monkey and Dugu, and inadvertently swept the mutilated bear corpse on the side, "I forgot, there is still a bear demon corpse!"

The Six Soul Banners shook slightly, and a wisp of black qi burst out, rolling on the bear corpse, and the huge corpse disappeared in an instant, leaving a little bit of ash.

"Wait!"

The black qi devoured the bones of the corpse, and the moment he turned the Six Soul Banners, Old Man Hong suddenly spoke, and the huge momentum spread, and the movements of Wen Chuanting instantly stiffened, and the Six Soul Banners stood still, and even the black qi that was about to return to the Six Soul Banners was stagnant in the air.

One side of the space was frozen by Old Man Hong, and Wen Chuanting was shocked in his heart, he never thought that Old Man Hong's cultivation would be so strong, so strong that he had no confidence in confrontation. Just a sound, a movement, a space is frozen.

"How high of cultivation does this require?" asked Chuanting was shocked inexplicably, and his still eyes also reflected what he was thinking.

Old man Hong's ghost appeared in front of the wisp of black gas that was frozen in the air, and his fat fingers gently poked out, flicking and twisting, and the black qi dissipated, revealing a strand of black lines with the thickness of his hair. The black lines are translucent, and the black flashes still have their own unique characteristics in the stagnant space, as if they can swallow and absorb all the light.

The stagnant space was frozen at the moment when Old Man Hong pinched the black line with his two fingers, and asked Chuanting's arm to shake gently, and the six soul flags were waving in the wind. The only flaw is the loss of that returning wisp of black energy.

Wen Chuanting regained his freedom, instantly controlled his body under the action of inertia, and looked at Old Man Hong with a shocked look.

To be exact, it was the wisp of black thread that Old Man Hong pinched with his two fingers. In his eyes, the black line is small and short, only half an inch long, in the hands of Old Man Hong, it is like a spirit snake writhing and bending, struggling to escape from Old Man Hong's fingers.

"What is that?" asked Chuanting's eyes widened, and his heart flashed the scene of Old Man Hong fixing the space, disintegrating the black qi, and pinching the black silk, and then seeing the spiritual black silk in Old Man Hong's hand, the indescribable weirdness in his heart.

The fingers holding the Six Soul Flags trembled slightly, and his eyes looked at the Six Soul Flags with a look of surprise. I don't think that the black silk pinched in Old Man Hong's hand is the essence of the black gas condensed by the Six Soul Flags, if there is this essence in any wisp of black gas, then the Six Soul Flags, which are the base camp of the black gas, are definitely not the current power, as the owner of the Six Soul Flags, he will not be able to find the condensed essence of the Six Soul Flags, and the black gas will produce qualitative changes.

"Well, the old man searched all over the world, but he didn't expect to find something in this little corner. Old man Hong smiled happily, as if he had discovered a peerless treasure.

"I can't search the world!" asked Chuanting with a flash of inspiration in his heart, "Could it be that it is ......"

"That's right, the doll is not bad, I guessed it so quickly!" Hearing the exclamation of Wen Chuanting, Old Man Hong nodded his head, "It is the source of the change of the law of attraction that we are looking for and trigger the Blue Moon Catastrophe." ”

"No! it should only be a part. The tone of suspicion instantly shattered absolute confidence, "Tyranny, devouring, and destruction, the nature is the same, and the power is ten million times weaker, this is not the real source!"

Old Man Hong's face changed, his expression wandered, and he kept murmuring, "I once felt it from the projection of the law, its power is immense, although it is fleeting, it definitely has the power to destroy everything, it is not like this little thing, the breath is weak, and the power is not ......."

"Could it be a projection of the breath in your mouth or a wisp of dispersed or something?" Seeing that Old Man Hong was about to fall into endless suspicion, he couldn't help but ask.

From the perception, it was found that the wisp of black silk was indeed as the old man Hong said, full of tyrannical, devouring, and destroying the aura of everything, which was not at all like the demonic qi of the bone demon's body protection, and it was also different from the demonic qi with death intent formed by the six soul banners devouring the bones of the corpse, which was a kind of demonic qi that was as violent as a bloodthirsty beast, and the breath was fierce and chaotic.

"Projection?clone?" Old Man Hong's eyes widened, full of shock, "This wisp of demonic qi was formed after devouring the bear demon, which means that the bear demon may have been exposed to demonic qi, or was actively infected by demonic qi......"

Old man Hong was halfway out of his words, and then it was self-explanatory, and he asked Chuanting to understand the details, and his heart was full of shock, "If it is as you said, the source of demonic qi can be dispersed independently, constantly infect living beings, and subtly transform the form and consciousness of living beings, then the consequences are too terrible!"

Thinking of the collapse of the Blue Moon World, the destruction of life and ashes, leaving a dead silence, I asked Chuanting if he shivered.

"No, I'm going to inform the Holy Land!" As soon as the words fell, Old Man Hong's face changed suddenly.