In fact, Qi Jingzhi thought about it at the moment, and his own mount could not be said to be the product of this Nine Truths chaos.

After it turned into this appearance from Fanma, it should have been ferocious and cannibalistic and blood-drinking because of the gold and tiger in its body, thus attracting the demon suppression academy in the county, but it didn't want this bad guy to be too timid, so he only dared to attack the livestock, so he didn't attract a master to chase and kill, and he was at ease until he met Qi Jingzhi.

Don't mention it, the ghost boy just chose to be at a fatal time like tonight, ordering the Cui family lady to turn Cui Zitao into a ghost, and then contacting Cui Zitao's identity as the county commander of Changle and the deep friendship between the Ding and Cui families, it is difficult to say that he is not going to Ding Chengyuan.

That Marquis An Feng was indeed like a great enemy, and personally led troops to surround the Changle County Ya, but it was a pity that the Tiger Monarch behind him or anyone else did not show up.

In addition, the black-clothed demon monk who believed in the Great Black God before was also quite strange, he found and released the sword ghost at this time, most of it was with the help of this time's golden evil, as for whether there were other plans in the follow-up, because he died too simply, it is unknown, but Geshu Dashi will definitely mention this matter to An Fenghou, so there is no need for him to worry about Qi Jingzhi.

Finally, there is the lame leper old Taoist who came and went in a hurry, not only has a very high cultivation, but also is obviously hostile to the tengu, but unfortunately there is no one to see so far, and it can't be used as hope.

"Rely on the mountains to fall, rely on everyone to run! But there are demons blocking the way, and I will only cut it with one sword!"

Qi Jingzhi shook his head, still holding the silver candlestick, and turned around and stepped over the threshold of the White Cloud Palace.

In the quiet night, although the Baiyun Palace, which was trampled by the statue of the autumn god, made a gesture of opening the door to welcome guests, it was empty inside, and there was no half of a figure to be seen.

Qi Jingzhi stopped in front of the main hall, and saw that it had been filled with the soles of the statue of the autumn god, so he dispelled the idea of entering the hall, and just raised his head and watched quietly.

As for the so-called "Holy King Religion with Shinto", he previously guessed that it should be the hearts of the people of the world to tame the wildness of the earth, but he didn't know exactly how to do it, and he didn't want to be just an autumn god who was ranked under the Lord of the Four Seasons, once he stood in the land of the East China Sea, where the golden energy was rich, he could lay out such a shocking scene.

Qi Jingzhi looked at the other party's purple and gold eyes, Xuanjin claws, and the frosty gold fluff that danced without wind, and always felt that this lifelike Siqiu God would come to life in the next moment and truly descend into the world.

This thought gradually frightened his mind all his life, and a trace of fear and conversion grew.

"Huh?"

Qi Jingzhi was terrified and frightened, and with a long roar of anger in his heart, he spread his wings like a knife, and wiped out all the delusions in his heart.

His eyes were clear, and when he looked at the statue of the Autumn God, although it was still as majestic as a mountain, it was no different from the golden pillar of the Marquis of Anfeng's mansion, but it was just a dead thing made of immeasurable and majestic golden qi.

Being so close to each other, Qi Jingzhi could clearly sense that the golden qi in the body of this statue was all stagnant, and there was absolutely no spiritual aura that belonged to living creatures, and even the golden qi emitting different spiritual lights from various parts of the statue was not a small difference, it was clearly a patchwork, and it was not a whole at all. new

He was a little relieved in his heart, but he still didn't let down his vigilance, shook his head and sighed softly: "Although this autumn god is the Holy King's edict and conforms to the hearts of the people, if he is turned around, I am afraid it will not be a good thing, but a disaster."

The next moment, an old voice suddenly laughed in the young man's ear, "Donor, don't worry, the god of Siqiu can't come back to life."

Qi Jingzhi turned his head sharply to look, and saw that there was a person standing beside him at some point.

This person's appearance is quite similar to Ding Chengyuan, but he is dozens of years older than that Marquis of An Feng, and he is wearing a frost-white robe, and several buttons are shaped like golden finch, which looks quite luxurious.

Qi Jingzhi's thoughts changed sharply, and he already remembered the brother of the Marquis of Anfeng mentioned by Zang Hailiang, the commander of the county army, but it was clear that Ding Chengyuan said that his cousin had no cultivation, and he only recited scriptures in the scripture hall and ignored mundane affairs in the Baiyun Palace, but now when he sees it, it is not the case at all.

He settled down, held the silver candlestick in front of him, and hugged his fists at the other party and said, "Qi Jingzhi in the Xiazhen Demon Courtyard, dare to ask the Lord of the Ding Jing?"

The old man's

His eyes swept over the blood candle, and he immediately returned the salute: "The old decay is Ding Chengli!" Even I, an outsider, have heard of the righteous act of sending knives thousands of miles away, so I must have been assigned by my brother, right?"

If you only look at the appearance, this Ding Chengli is at least Ding Chengyuan's uncle, but he is the half-brother of An Fenghou.

Qi Jingzhi heard him call Ding Chengyuan his brother again and again, and he felt quite strange in his heart, and asked in his mouth, "Lord Ding Jing just said that the god of Siqiu can't turn around, I don't know why?"

The corners of Ding Chengli's mouth hooked, and a smile appeared on his face, looking more and more similar to his brother: "How can the Holy King's way of sealing the gods be an old mortal who can understand? It's just that since Qi Ji asked about it, I have the audacity to say a thing or two."

"The god of Siqiu in my Daqi has always only set up a god name and does not pass on his name, which makes it seem that the Baiyun Palaces everywhere seem to worship the same god, but in fact, the palaces are different and the gods are different, it can be said that there are several Baiyun Palaces, and there are several gods of Siqiu, just because his source is not in the statue after all, but in the hearts of people."

Ding Chengli paused, and waited for Qi Jingzhi to think about his words before continuing: "The reason for this is that the territory of my Great Qi is vast, and the people everywhere have different feelings about autumn, and even strange things, and the thoughts and prayers for the autumn god are far from the same, one of them."

"The mountains and rivers are different from place to place, the wildness of the earth also has its own emphasis, and the evil energy contained and suppressed by each god statue is also very different.

"As a result, when the statues of the autumn gods are manifested, they are more or less different, and it is difficult to say that they are the same, not only are they difficult to unify, but they will also contain each other. Not to mention that in addition to the authority of autumn, this god also has the god of gold, the god of heavenly punishment, the god of sunrise and other gods."

"For example, this one in the Baiyun Palace of Jiuzhen County, is a snake that is in charge of no way, and it is called Dong'a, and it is respectful to the heavens!"

"When it comes to the image of golden punishment, it is second to none in the entire Great Qi! Rather than being the god of Siqiu, it is better to call him the god of golden punishment!"

After listening carefully to Ding Chengli's explanation, Qi Jingzhi felt quite refreshed, and he secretly muttered in his heart: "The god of golden punishment...... The true owner of the Red Gold Knife chose the Baiyun Palace of Jiuzhen County to raise the knife, and presumably the root lies in this."

After thinking about it, he considered the sentence and confirmed to Ding Chengli: "According to what the Lord of Ding Jing said, the god of Siqiu has no name, and the beliefs of the people everywhere and the wildness of the earth are all different, so that many gods cannot be set on one, and the real god of Siqiu cannot be born. At the same time, if there is a place where the idol is going to give birth to a spirit alone, but because of the god name, it will be constrained by the other gods?"

"Hehe, this is just the words of an old family, just listen to it, don't take it too seriously."

Ding Chengli smiled and said leisurely: "Just like the god of golden punishment in front of us, there may not be a glimmer of chance to give birth to spirituality, but if you want to support such a majestic divine body, carry the huge and complex beliefs and majestic golden qi like mountains and seas, and at the same time have to withstand the suppression of other gods, I really don't know how vast and tenacious spirituality can do it!"

Qi Jingzhi also nodded when he heard this, if he let the spiritually nascent Qi Huchan enter it, he was afraid that he would end up like a mantis arm as a car, and he would be crushed into powder in an instant.

Ding Chengli smiled again when he saw this: "It's not early, and the old man still has the evening class to finish, so he won't disturb the official business of Qi Zhishi."

With that, he bowed his hand again, turned and floated away.

Qi Jingzhi silently watched the other party's back disappear into the main hall, and there were already doubts in his heart.

From beginning to end, he didn't feel the slightest hint of the aura of a monk from Ding Chengli, as if this person was really like him, just an ordinary old man who didn't have half a point of cultivation, but Ding Chengli could see through the silver blood flame and easily walk between yin and yang, but it can be said that his cultivation is superb and his body is leaky, so that even An Fenghou can hide it.

Qi Jingzhi pressed these thoughts, glanced at the silver candlestick in his hand a few times, and once again warned himself that he must not rely too much on foreign objects in the future and lose his vigilance, otherwise he would suffer a big loss sooner or later.

He didn't stay any longer, and after a short time in the White Cloud Palace, he had already returned to the back garden where the Wei clan's people had stopped their spirits.

Wei

The leopard stood alone among the coffins and corpses in the garden, his eyes blank, and his red gold knife clutched tightly in his hand.

Qi Jingzhi sighed secretly, did not show up, but found an ancient cypress in the garden, and gently stepped on the tree with his toes, and his body was hidden in the dense canopy.

He found a suitable place to lean on, looked around, and suddenly blessed his heart, pressed his empty right palm on a thick branch, and immediately a wisp of green qi came out between his palms and fingers.

These green qi quickly disappeared into the thick branches of the ancient cypress, but there was still nothing to hide in Qi Jingzhi's blood-covered vision.

After a while, the branches and roots of the entire ancient cypress plant were lit up with a faint cyan fluorescence.

Qi Jingzhi closed his eyes, let go of all kinds of thoughts in his heart, and wholeheartedly integrated into the ancient cypress where he was hiding.

In a trance, he seemed to have grown countless arms, legs and feet, and these limbs of different sizes and lengths poked out from the gap between yin and yang shrouded in blood light, and extended infinitely towards the blue sky above and the thick loess below.

At this moment, no matter how small the air flow in the sky is, or no matter how slight the vibration on the ground, it is impossible to escape Qi Jingzhi's perception, which can be called delicate and omniscient.

This feeling is too wonderful, Rao is Qi Jingzhi's mood is not good, and he can't help but indulge in it.

I don't know how long later, under his senses, many extremely subtle air currents suddenly rolled up in the back garden, and the countless leaves that fell on the ground began to move and roll with them, and the fine rustling sound became one.

These subtle and scattered air currents soon merged with each other, like a wave that gradually rose, rising at the end of the fallen leaves, soaking the branches of many ancient trees in the Yin Garden, and raging between the lush canopies, and finally drifting and sweezing wildly, carrying the sound of wind and thunder, and roaring away into the distance.

Qi Jingzhi suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the wind that rose from the ground.

After just a few breaths, I saw a flame suddenly rise into the sky in that direction, reflecting the sky red, and the sound of someone shouting and neighing faintly came.

Qi Jingzhi could tell for a moment that it was not the Marquis of Anfeng's mansion, nor was it any of the other three golden portals.

This change naturally alarmed Wei Bao.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the firelight, his face showed a look of surprise, and he immediately raised his feet and walked a few steps towards the gate of the back garden, but suddenly stopped, and looked back at the coffin of his own family, quite at a loss.

Before he could make up his mind, the sky in all directions was illuminated by the light of fire almost in order, and pillars of fire and smoke rose into the sky one after another, competing with the golden pillars, the autumn gods, and the three golden gates.

Qi Jingzhi looked around, and his heart was awe-inspiring: "Ding Chengyuan is a bait everywhere, and now there are fish biting the hook everywhere!"

He had just had this idea, and a sudden change occurred in the back garden.

A big golden rooster came out of the ground, and there was a candle made of gold on top of the golden cockscomb, burning with a golden candle.

As the golden rooster ran happily through the garden, the golden candle above its head crackled and sprinkled drops of shiny wax oil.

These golden wax oils fell to the ground, immediately igniting the dry fallen leaves, and in the blink of an eye, several fires were lit in the back garden of this White Cloud Palace.

"What is this?"

Qi Jing's heart was surprised, but he also secretly raised his vigilance: "Although this candle-wearing golden rooster is strange and can indeed set fires, it doesn't seem to be very powerful, and it shouldn't be able to cause such ferocious fires around it."

Seeing that the golden rooster had already run towards the coffin of his family, Wei Bao let out an angry roar, spread his steps and chased closer, wielding a red gold knife to slash fiercely, and the cloud snake and fog tiger had already been released, tearing up and down around the golden rooster.

The candle-wearing golden rooster was obviously a little frightened, craned its neck and chirped continuously, running and jumping to dodge, while flashing its wings fiercely, circling high and low among the coffins of the Wei clan, sprinkling countless golden chicken feathers and wax oil.

Wei Bao's eyes were split, and his shot was even more ruthless, and he also chased the golden rooster more and more high.

Seeing that this golden rooster wearing candles almost flew to Qi Jingzhi's place

The crown of the tree was flush, and suddenly a yin wind rolled in the air, blowing the lanterns above the golden rooster's head to turn left and right, faint as a golden bead.

I saw that the golden bead of the lantern turned a few times, and suddenly swelled into a large fireball, and then rolled down from the golden wax and smashed down on the coffins below.

Where was Wei Bao willing to agree, he immediately shouted angrily, and the whole person jumped up, and he slashed out with a knife on his head.

I heard a bang, like a firecracker, and the golden fireball turned by the lantern burst into a volley, scattered all over the ground, and disappeared without a trace.

Qi Jingzhi, who was still patiently watching, had a look in his eyes, and held the handle of the fried life with his backhand.

Just because in the position of the original golden fireball, an old woman in black with a gloomy face suddenly appeared.

She was no more than three feet long, and when she appeared, she did not fall to the ground, but was as light as a feather, drifting in the air with the wind.

"Oops, I didn't expect there to be another fish that slipped through the net!"

The old woman in black was condescending, smiling sadly at Wei Leopard, and there were no teeth left in her mouth: "The hearts and livers of the Wei clan can still be seen, you cut it yourself and offer it, don't let my wife do it herself!"