"Du Hong!"

At this moment, a sudden shout came from outside the Valley of Flames.

It was Yin Luoluo, she was originally at the bottom of the mountain, but suddenly saw the golden-winged bird disturbing Putuo Mountain, and was worried that Du Hong would be in danger, so she immediately ran up. In normal times, she would definitely not be able to enter Putuo Mountain, and even if she did, it would take a little effort, but in this situation, no one could control her.

As a result, as soon as she came over, she saw Du Hong preparing to shave, how did she know what was going on, so she shouted.

Hearing Yin Luoluo's voice, Du Hong's body trembled slightly, but he didn't raise his head, still lying on the ground.

Master Puji apparently realized who the girl was, and the movements of his hands paused slightly.

"Du Hong, what's going on?" Yin Luoluo asked tremblingly.

"Please shave my head for me!" Du Hong ignored Yin Luoluo, and his voice was resolute.

Master Puji gritted his teeth, and the razor in his hand was pressed suddenly, and strands of hair fell to the ground. A moment later, the shaving ceremony was completed, and Du Hong slowly stood up with his head that had faded away from his troubles, and looked back at Yin Luoluo.

"Invincible Begins with Sacrificing to the Ancestors"

His face was covered with tears.

He said, "I'm sorry. ”

Yin Luoluo remained motionless and looked at him blankly.

I don't have time to say more.

Du Hong suddenly picked up the Zen staff in his hand, and the nine golden tin rings trembled at this moment, and the spiritual power left on it by Abbot Huiguang before his death poured into his body like a spring, so that his whole body was emitting golden light, as if he was shrouded in a holy Buddha light.

Unsmiling, high up, as if the Buddha had descended.

Du Hong jumped slightly, and his body flew out of the Flame Valley, stopping in front of Yin Luoluo's body for a moment.

Just like that, the two passed by.

Then he jumped towards the main hall of Putuo Mountain.

"I'll rest......" Master Puji closed his eyes and sat on the floor, his face more relaxed than ever, as if he knew that this catastrophe was about to pass.

Wang Qianchen was about to go out with him, when he suddenly remembered something, he immediately turned around and ran a few steps, picked up Wei Zihua's arm, and put it into the Qiankun bag.

Master Puji seemed to have entered the realm of the unity of heaven and man, and did not notice his movements.

Wang Qianchen also glanced at Abbot Huiguang, and sure enough, he had passed away, and his body was full of death. In fact, he had noticed before that Abbot Huiguang did not have any vitality on him, which was why he did not let Du Hong go up to confront Master Puji.

One of the seven powerhouses of Great Xia died silently.

It's a pity that I haven't seen his demeanor yet!

For such a big matter, there was no news at all before, I don't know the purpose of Putuo Mountain's concealment of this matter, is it worried that some organizations and sects have bad intentions?

Wang Qianchen sighed softly, and then ran towards the outside of the Flame Valley.

Yin Luoluo stood at the mouth of the valley and looked in the direction of the main hall.

After the golden-winged bird went berserk, it did bring a huge amount of disasters to Putuo Mountain, with houses collapsing and casualties. Fortunately, many people were evacuated before the ancient saying, and efforts were made to minimize the losses, but there were still some casualties, and the halls that had stood for thousands of years were all falling apart and disappearing on this day.

Du Hong was in the air fighting the golden-winged bird.

Although he still can't fly, after obtaining the spiritual power left by Abbot Huiguang, every time he jumps, he is hundreds of meters high, and every time he swings the nine-ring tin staff, he can give the golden-winged bird a heavy blow.

The sharp and mournful hiss, the golden feathers flying in the sky, and Du Hong, who exudes golden light, are intertwined into a shocking picture.

No matter who can see, the goldfinch is not Du Hong's opponent at all.

"What's going on?" Yin Luoluo asked.

Wang Qianchen did not hide it, and told the previous story.

"Abbot Huiguang is also deceased?" Yin Luoluo looked surprised.

"Also?" Wang Qianchen keenly captured this word.

"No, I mean, Abbot Huiguang is gone?" Yin Luoluo thought of the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords Cave in Qingcheng Mountain, but Song Chongjian had explained that it could not be passed on, so she kept silent.

Wang Qianchen didn't think much about it, thinking that Yin Luoluo was just a slip of the tongue, nodded and said, "So it's gone." ”

Yin Luoluo stopped talking, lowering his head and not knowing what he was thinking.

"Boom-"

A bang came, and Du Hong jumped into the air again, giving the goldfinch a heavy blow. This time, the goldenfinch failed to hold on, and fell weakly from the sky, its huge body covering a pile of ruins in Putuo Mountain.

This was a catastrophe in Putuo Mountain, but after all, the golden-winged bird was stopped here, and no more serious losses were caused to the world. Such a behemoth, if it goes to the city, the consequences are unimaginable.

The disciples of Putuo Mountain stood scattered among the mountains, and when they saw that the golden-winged bird had finally been dealt with, they returned one after another to treat those injured fellow disciples, and the aftermath work was only about to begin now.

Du Hong fell to the ground and walked in the direction of the Valley of Flames.

The spiritual power on the nine-ring tin staff ran out, and he also faded his brilliant Buddha light and returned to his original appearance.