The rain swept the sky, the thunder continued to roar, and the dark clouds that had accumulated all day under the roar of the wind finally came to the world with the night......

This temple, although the scale is not small, is nothing more ordinary in the vast Burning Sky Valley. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info hall, next to a square table against the wall, sat a middle-aged man in a yellow shirt, who was Ren Qianqiu of the Demon Refining Tower. At this moment, he had already put away the kind eyebrows and kind eyes that he had in the Ziyang Temple before, and looked at Duanmu Ling, who was standing in front of him expressionlessly.

On the square table, the big gourd that was originally on Jinghua's back stood quietly, and next to the gourd, there was a candle burning......

"On this day of defending the formation this year, why is even the Thunder God Temple alarmed?" Ren Qianqiu asked lightly.

"Lord Dharma Protector, my subordinates don't know why. ”

From Duanmu's "subordinates", you can hear the true relationship between the Burning Sky Valley and the Demon Refining Tower......

"Hmph," Ren Qianqiu snorted softly and said, "Don't think I don't know, the Duanmu Soul Limit is approaching, I'm afraid this Thunder God Temple is coming to the Heavenly Emperor's Heart Sutra, right?"

Duanmu Ling's heart tightened after hearing this, and at the same time, he thought with some resentment: You know it yourself, and you still came to ask me......

"Duanmu Ling, don't worry, our Demon Refining Tower is not interested in the Heavenly Emperor's Heart Sutra......" Ren Qianqiu still said lightly:

"The Heart Sutra of the Emperor of Heaven, in the past three hundred years, it has only achieved one Duanmu soul, this effect, the tower master still can't look down on it, you don't have to guard against me......"

As soon as he said this, Duanmu Ling relaxed a lot, and said respectfully: "Yes, yes, how dare we in the Burning Sky Valley guard against the Dharma Protector, but it's just ...... If this Thunder God Temple really wants to rob it, I hope that the Dharma Protector can ...... Can ......"

"Do you want the Demon Refining Tower to help?"

"Yes......" Duanmu's body bowed lower.

"I'm just here to send the demon beads, just send them and leave, the matter between you and the Thunder God Temple, the Demon Refining Tower will not mix, the Demon Refining Tower is only interested in the holy fire of the Purple Yang Demon Dragon, and the others ......"

Speaking of this, Ren Qianqiu waved his hand, obviously refusing Duanmu Ling's request for help.

Duanmu knew that Ren Qianqiu said nothing, so he didn't mention it anymore, at least the Burning Sky Valley still had the unpredictable Duanmu Soul Suppression Array, as long as Ye Jitian didn't come in person, there would be no danger in the Burning Sky Valley.

Seeing that Duanmu Ling no longer spoke, Ren Qianqiu's left hand was raised, and a wisp of green fire floated out of the gourd on the table, burning to Ren Qianqiu's left hand.

Then, Ren Qianqiu's left hand probed forward, and the green flame rose sharply, but in the blink of an eye, it rose to disappear, turning into a trace of green flame, attached to Ren Qianqiu's left palm...... In the green flame package, there is a thing quietly suspended, this thing is round and transparent, contains soul power, the size can just be held in the palm, under the light of the green fire and candlelight, it looks crystal thick, it is a demon bead!

As soon as the demon beads came out, Duanmu Ling's eyes immediately lit up, although it was a routine for Ren Qianqiu to send demon beads every year, but this was unique to the Demon Refining Tower, which could enhance the strength of the soul master in a short time, or made Duanmu Ling inevitably greedy, if it weren't for the powerful Demon Refining Tower, I am afraid that Duanmu Ling would have the idea of stealing......

"Put it away," Ren Qianqiu handed the demon bead in front of Duanmu Ling and said:

"This year's demon bead is the wind soul attribute, maybe the purple sun demon dragon won't like it too much, but the realm of the demon bead is higher than in previous years, there is enough fifth-order soul refining, take it......"

"Wind Soul?" Duanmu Ling's hand that had just been raised immediately froze after hearing Ren Qianqiu's words, and stopped above the demon bead.

"What?" Ren Qianqiu saw Duanmu's reaction and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Ahh......h No, no, no ......"

Then, Duanmu Ling carefully took the demon bead in his arms.

"Okay, my business has been done, you step down, I'll leave early tomorrow morning, don't use it to send ......" Ren Qianqiu finally said.

"Yes......" After hearing this, Duanmu Ling bowed and bowed, and agreed to exit the temple gate.

Coming to the outside of the hall, Duanmu Ling held the wind soul demon bead in his arms in his hand, his eyes were full of greed, and he thought with some trembling in his heart:

Duanmu Ancestor once said that the Heavenly Emperor's Heart Sutra is inherited from the soul memory and needs to be stimulated by the corresponding attribute of the Dharma Soul...... Duanmu Ancestor was a Wind Soul Master, and it happened to use a high-level Wind Soul Soul Bead to stimulate the Heavenly Emperor's Heart Sutra in the Heart Quenching Jade...... This is a fifth-order soul refining wind soul demon bead, I'm a fire soul master, and this is what I lack!

Duanmu took a deep breath, hid the demon bead in his arms, shook his head, and thought in his heart:

Ay...... It's a pity that this demon bead is for the Ziyang Demon Dragon, if you don't use this demon bead, where can you find a soul refiner's magic soul......

Duanmu was walking slowly towards his residence, when he suddenly stopped, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he made up his mind:

Tomorrow Ren Qianqiu will leave, as long as the Ziyang Demon Dragon does not make trouble, as for what it swallowed, the Demon Refining Pagoda has no way of knowing! Hmph! In order to cultivate the Wind Soul Heavenly Emperor's Heart Sutra...... I'm going to find a soul refiner to replace the dead ghost no matter what!

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The storm comes and goes fast. The dark clouds dispersed, and although the stars were still not visible, it also made the people on the night road feel a lot more soothing......

The rainstorm is coming, the road surface of the Burning Sky Valley is full of potholes, there is a lot of water, the two old men don't care about the mud under their feet, just the slight moonlight, are walking towards a small house, from the outfits of these two people, it is not difficult to see that it is Yang Ming and Ning Yunhe who led the Thunder God Temple to the Burning Sky Valley.

After a while, the two of them came to the outside of the wooden house, this wooden house is uniquely built, the doors and windows are exquisite, it is much better than Xiao Yifeng's bamboo house in the Qingyuan Sect, but in the Burning Sky Valley where the palace is paved, I am afraid it will be difficult to find a second such a simple residence......

Yang Ming and Ning Yunhe saw this simple wooden house, looked at each other and smiled, pushed the door and entered.

Entering the door, there was another old man waiting in the room, pacing back and forth impatiently, and the cool breeze after the rainstorm could not shake off a trace of irritability and depression in his heart......

This old man is none other than Cao Yong, who provoked a suffocation from Zhao Qingfeng.

"Elder Cao, I haven't seen you for many days, how is it all the way?" asked Yang Ming and Yin and Yang Ming.

"Hmph!" Cao Yong snorted angrily and said, "This Zhao Qingfeng who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, I will make his death ugly sooner or later!"

"What?" Yang Ming and Cao Yong have known each other for decades, but it is the first time he has seen him so angry: "Could it be that Zhao Qingfeng is really extraordinary......?

"Extraordinary?"

Cao Yong's voice was almost squeezed out between his teeth: "I think he's just pretentious!"

Cao Yong's mood is really unhappy, if Zhao Qingfeng is really as talented as Ning Yunhe said, and he is planted in his hands, I am afraid he will not be so annoyed, but Zhao Qingfeng has always looked like no one in front of Cao Yong, which makes Cao Yong think that he is a vain and proud kid at all......

Being despised and ridiculed by a junior who is far inferior to himself, but he is powerless to fight back, this is what tortures Cao Yong the most......

"All right," said the man of the sun.

"Brother Ning and I avoided everyone and came to you specially to discuss serious matters, since Elder Cao feels that Zhao Qingfeng is not to worry, we can rest assured, Zhao Qingfeng is Elder Cao's hand sooner or later, why bother being bored here alone......"

Cao Yong listened to Yang Ming's words, sat on the bed, patted his thigh, and said with a flushed face:

"Yes, that kid doesn't deserve my anger, it's important to ...... business" said Cao Yong, who calmed his breathing and finally felt a little more comfortable.

And Ning Yunhe, who had never said a word, although there was no expression on his face, he sighed in his heart:

Zhao Qingfeng is not pretentious...... Hey, Elder Cao, not killing him on the way is your biggest mistake......