"Scatter me!"

The old man waved his sleeves slightly, trying to shake away the ashes of these ceremonial incense.

It's a pity that under Xiang Yunqian's aura.

The ashes scattered in the air like snowflakes, most of which were blown away by the wind.

But there were still some ashes attached to the body of the old man who was bone-buried.

"I'm laughing to death!"

"Ashes, nothing at all! I see that you monks of Xuanqing Palace are really dizzy! ”

"It's better to use these ashes to influence me, than to say two sharp words verbally."

The old man of the bone burial couldn't help but smile sarcastically when he saw the ashes staining his body, but nothing happened.

"Death to me!"

After laughing, the old man of the bone burial subconsciously wanted to use his spiritual sense, condense ghosts and ghosts, and completely defeat the spiritual consciousness of Xiang Yunqian and others.

And yet just as he was working his spiritual sense.

There was a slight flash of inspiration in the ashes of the incense.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

In the flash of inspiration, the old man of the bone burial broke out into a terrible scream.

His entire body seemed to be on fire, gradually emitting sparks, and finally turning into a fire, encompassing it.

The ghosts and ghosts wandering around, as if they had encountered the most masculine and rigid treasures, all of them let out a sharp cry under the flames, and quickly dissipated.

"Damn, what is this!"

"Why did a flame suddenly burst out and burn my spiritual sense!"

The old man of the bone burial looked shocked, he never thought that looking at the slightest inconspicuous ash would have such an amazing effect.

No matter how much he wielded his aura, he couldn't extinguish the flames.

And if you use your spiritual sense, it's like adding fuel to the fire, causing the flame to burn bigger and bigger.

Over time.

The flames on the old man's body were burning more and more, and his spiritual sense was like a stream, which was being baked, and his painful face was hideous, rolling all over the ground.

"The sacrificial incense descended by the ancient Heavenly Dao Immortals already has the divine effect of expelling evil spirits......

"Once you encounter an evil spirit, it will naturally cause a purifying effect......"

"Although the effect of the ashes is much weaker, after all, the treasure given by the Ancient Heavenly Dao Immortal is still easy to subdue an evil cultivator......

Looking at the old man with bones rolling all over the ground, Xiang Yunqian breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

It was exactly what she expected.

This thief who robbed the monk of Xuanqing Palace was an evil cultivator.

Its methods are biased towards evil, and it is easy to cause the purification of sacrificial incense.

Just now I watched the ashes stick to the old man who was buried in the bones, but it had no effect.

In fact, Xiang Yun Qianxin mentioned the position of the throat and eyes.

It turns out that it is not that the ashes of the sacrificial incense are not effective, but that the "ashes" just now are like "firewood" that has not been lit, and the old man needs to be buried with his spiritual sense and add a fire to burn.

"Ahh You will soon put out the fire in me! ”

"I'll give back the body of your sect monk!"

"Don't burn it anymore!"

The old man was engulfed in flames, and the whole person in pain wailed and begged for mercy.

At this moment, he was very frightened.

The horror was that no matter what means he used, he could not extinguish the flames on his body.

You must know that his realm back then was ridiculously high.

It is not an exaggeration to blow a breath to destroy a sect, but now all kinds of spells have failed to extinguish the fire in the slightest.

As if this was really a Heavenly Dao Flame, once ordinary immortal cultivators, especially evil cultivators, were contaminated, there was basically only one way to die.

The old man's plea for mercy fell on the ears of the monks of Xuanqing Palace, which naturally caused a burst of ridicule.

Thinking of this person's rampant just now, he looked like he was going to destroy everyone.

But look at the embarrassing scene at the moment.

It can only be said that feng shui takes turns, and the speed of rotation is still very fast.

“......”

"Damn evil cultivator, now I know that it's too late to beg for mercy!"

“......”

"That's right, the monks who dare to take away our Xuanqing Palace are really tired of being crooked!"

“......”

"This evil cultivator is superb, he can be sealed for a long time, he still lives in the world, and he can avoid the detection of the saint and several elders last time, and it is estimated that the real realm must be outrageously high!"

"You can't spare him easily!"

"No, then there will be endless trouble!"

“......”

"That's right, this evil cultivation method is very weird, in less than half a day, he reached the strength of the foundation building realm by devouring demon beasts, I am afraid that the real realm is very high, and he can't be easily spared!"

“......”

The monks of Xuanqing Palace were furious, and they didn't think about letting go of the old man who was bone-buried.

I just think that he is a scourge, so I have to kill him directly.

Xiang Yunqian stood aside and watched silently, also without the idea of stopping.

She knew the effect of the sacrificial incense very well.

It's just to expel evil spirits and purify them.

Therefore, it will not damage the burly man.

Even, in the process of burning bones and burying the spiritual consciousness of the elderly, their spiritual consciousness will be reawakened.

Of course, the odds are smaller.

The biggest result is that this person has already died, after all, they have all been taken away, and their own spirituality is basically gone.

In this case.

The hope of being reborn is very slim.

Thinking of this, Xiang Yunqian's gaze couldn't help but become indifferent, and her expression was very unkind when she looked at the old man who was buried with bones.

It's all this old guy.

Suddenly there was an incident, and the monks of the Xuanqing Palace were killed.

This account has to be reported.

Over time.

About half an hour had passed.

The old man's spiritual consciousness seemed to be burned out, and the whole person did not move in the slightest, and the aura in his body quickly dissipated, looking as if he had been killed.

"It's over......"

Xiang Yunqian glanced at it carefully, and used his spiritual sense to sweep over the old man who was buried in the bones, and found that his spiritual sense was all burned, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's a pity that Chen Yan couldn't save ......"

"Take it back and bury it......"

waved his hand to Yun Qian, signaling the monk beside him, with the body of a burly man.

"Hey......"

The rest of the monks sighed separately, and each used their spiritual energy to wrap the burly man's body, and led him back to the Xuanqing Palace.

Just after a group of people left.

in the original area.

A very faint soul came out of the earth.

Its appearance is that of an old man buried with bones.

"Damn Xuanqing Palace monk, I don't know where I got the treasure, and I actually burned my soul to the point that there was only a trace of ...... left"

The only trace of soul left by the old man looked in the direction of Yun Qian's departure, his eyes resentful.

But he didn't wait for him to look twice.

The spirit quickly dissipated.

I am afraid that after a few breaths, it will be wiped out between heaven and earth.

"There is only a trace of soul left, hurry up and find a host!"

The old man of the bone burial noticed his own state, hurriedly wandered around, saw a small bamboo insect passing by on the ground, and hurriedly attached to it.