After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream.

The mountains and forests are dense, and wild beasts cry from time to time. The mountain roads are winding and rugged, occasionally following the mountains and occasionally heading south. On the winding path, two teenagers walked slowly.

"Little monk, did your master tell you where you are going?" asked the dashing young man Yi Feng lightly.

Qingyun, who had changed into plain clothes, thought about it carefully, shook his head slightly, his face was a little pale, and his body seemed to be about to fall down at any time.

Along the way, Qingyun's body gradually weakened, and there seemed to be a cloud of cold ice condensing in the dantian of his abdomen. The cold air traveled all over his body, constantly devouring the wisps of vitality of the young man. Only an antique jade pendant on his chest, flickering slightly, and a warm breath constantly calmed the fire in his body.

When Yi Feng left, the wine gourd was full of wine, and he let Qingyun take a few sips from time to time, so that the weak Qingyun did not fall.

Along the way, Qingyun stared curiously at the peachwood sword behind Yi Feng, he had never seen a wooden sword engraved with such complex runes in the temple.

There are many kinds of weapons in the temple, even if it is a wooden sword, there are a few more, but I have never seen such a delicate peachwood sword.

As if sensing Qingyun's gaze, Yi Feng on the side took out the peachwood sword behind him, stroked the peachwood sword body with his hand, felt the complex runes on it, turned his head to look at Qingyun and asked, "Little monk, you go down the mountain, didn't your master prepare anything for you?"

After thinking about it carefully, Qingyun shook his head again, thinking about a wooden sword in his heart, but he was afraid that even the firewood knife for chopping wood was not as good, and what was the use of carrying it on his body except for being cumbersome.

Most of the villagers in Qingshan Town believe in the Buddha in the temple, and there are few Taoists under the mountain, only the wine Taoists are accompanied by wine all day long, where there is the appearance of a half-Taoist person.

As if guessing Qingyun's thoughts, Yi Feng was helpless for a while, concentrating slightly, and silently recited in his mouth: "The soldiers are all arrayed in front." ”

The peachwood sword in his hand emitted a cyan light, the slender figure kept moving, and the peachwood sword in his hand swung quickly, and the originally handsome young man became more and more elegant and chic.

Soon, a large mysterious spell appeared in the lower void.

Yi Feng's eyes condensed slightly, and he shouted in his mouth: "The spirit rune is out." ”

The huge cyan pattern in the air instantly fell on a large tree that was two people thick, but in an instant, the big tree cut off its waist, turned into two halves, and fell to the ground.

Qingyun was dumbfounded, and looked at the peachwood sword in Yi Feng's hand blankly.

Yi Feng coughed lightly, and secretly said that his drunkard master didn't say it earlier, this spirit rune was so powerful, but the vitality of the whole body was exhausted, and the body was tired, and his hands were behind his back, shaking constantly.

"See, if this is hit on the gangster, I'm afraid that the head of the gangster who has already been beaten will be in a different place. Yi Feng said lightly, rubbing his trembling hands behind his back.

Qingyun shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "There are rules in the temple to refrain from killing, and the abbot once said that all living beings are equal, even if they are evil, they are a life. As long as you put down the butcher's knife, you can become a Buddha on the spot. Therefore, the temple practice mostly uses sticks or wooden knives. ”

Yi Feng's eyes rolled frequently, and he secretly wasted all his strength in vain, and his great performance was half shown to the blind man, and he said depressedly: "Why did you go down the mountain?"

Qingyun thought for a while and returned: "Experience, Master said that I am too young, and I should go to the worldly world to practice." ”

Yi Feng said helplessly: "Even if it is experience, there is the word sinister, whether it is a peachwood sword or a butcher's knife, as long as you can distinguish between good and evil, cut right and wrong, break right and wrong, and keep justice, it is a divine weapon." Why do you have to be a god and a sharp weapon, but you have to become a Buddha on the ground. ”

Qingyun shook his head slightly, his eyes confused.

Yi Feng continued: "Little monk, do you have a butcher's knife in your hand?"

Qingyun looked down and shook his head.

"Since you don't have a butcher's knife, you can become a Buddha immediately?" Yi Feng asked rhetorically.

Qingyun shook his head again, his brows furrowed.

"Even if you don't have a butcher's knife, you haven't become a Buddha, so why bother with the word butcher's knife. Yi Feng pretended to be old and said, thinking that the drunkard master in the restaurant was only afraid that this would be the case when he taught himself.

Qingyun's eyes lit up slightly, his brows stretched slightly, and his face was still hesitant.

Yi Feng was helpless, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, his demeanor was upright, and he shouted at Qingyun: "All appearances are illusory; ”

Qingyun's eyes gradually brightened, his brows stretched, and he jumped in front of Yi Feng, snatching the peachwood sword in Yi Feng's hand and waving it constantly.

Yi Feng was dumbfounded, and said in a trance: "It's just that I'm talking too much, and I'm stupid." ”

In the dark room, the lights kept burning, lighting up the entire dark room. Nine ever-bright lamps were placed around the dark room, wisps of soul turned into lamp oil, dead white hair turned into wicks, and the faint blue light continued to jump and dance.

Soon, a black haze enveloped an old man and slowly walked into the secret room. The old man's face was blurry, he couldn't see it really, his body was slumped, he was holding a lantern in his hand, his body was surrounded by wisps of soul, but his feet were suspended in the air.

The lantern in the old man's hand also exudes a faint blue light, and the lantern is depicted with golden stripes, and the blue light shines on it, and the golden light continues to sway and dance.

In the center of the chamber was a huge sarcophagus with strange runes carved on it, and nine black dragons carved around it. The dragon kept wandering among the runes, and the runes churned, constantly absorbing the faint blue light of the ever-bright lights around them.

The old man walked to the sarcophagus, bowed slightly, and took out wisps of soul lamp oil from the black pocket beside him and added them to the everlasting lamp.

Suddenly, the quaint sarcophagus shook violently, and the nine black dragons on it kept rolling, and the strong runes continued to devour the blue light, the light kept swaying, the lamp oil disappeared in an instant, and the secret room instantly darkened.

The old man sighed slightly, took out a luminous gem from his arms, and the dark secret room instantly lit up. The runes on the sarcophagus kept churning, and the nine black dragons no longer swam, but they kept devouring the mysterious runes.

Soon the mysterious rune disappeared completely, and the nine black dragons gradually turned into a black dragon, paused slightly, and instantly broke away from the sarcophagus.

The sarcophagus exploded with a bang, and a man in a black robe appeared, his eyes were closed, and he was surrounded by black clouds.

The old man put the lantern aside, knelt down in front of the man, bowed his head and said nothing.

The black-robed man opened his eyes slightly, his red lips opened slightly, and the thick black clouds around him were inhaled into his mouth and swallowed into his abdomen. Revealing a burly body, fair face and skin. The eyes opened, and a faint blue light shot out, striking the walls of the chamber.

The man muttered, "For thousands of years, thousands of years, I finally woke up again." ”

The old man in front of him trembled and shouted respectfully, "Welcome back the sect master." ”

The black-robed man looked down slightly at the old man kneeling in front of him, and waved lightly at the black dragon flying in the air. The black dragon in the air instantly merged into the black robe, turning into nine dragons, and complex runes appeared around it again.

The breath around the mysterious man's body was instantly released, and the strong coercion continued to expand outward, and the old man at his feet desperately straightened his body, resisting the coercion of the sky, and a faint blood stain flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The mysterious man looked at the old man at his feet with satisfaction, the coercion disappeared in an instant, and the old man under his feet kept gasping. The mysterious man said to the old man, "Follow me in the future." ”

The old man kowtowed, and the mysterious man walked straight out of the secret room, and the old man hurriedly followed.

Walking out of the secret room, the mysterious man came to the upper seat of the hall and sat down, and asked, "Why didn't you feel the breath of the Nether Flame?"

The old man beside him hurriedly knelt on the ground again, and replied tremblingly: "The Netherflame suddenly disappeared without a trace thirteen years ago, and the clan has been searching hard, but it has not found any clues, and I hope that the sect master will atone for his sins." ”

When the man in the hall heard this, his big hand slapped on the table fiercely, and in an instant, the stone table turned into a cloud of debris and fell to the ground one after another.

"If my Soul Eater Clan didn't have the Nether Flame, what would I do if I survived?" said the black-robed man angrily, his body surging with intense killing intent.

Suddenly, the mysterious man's violent killing intent disappeared without a trace, beckoned slightly, and said to the old man: "You get up first, and inform the clansmen to gather and rebuild the Spirit Devouring Sect." I'm going to a place to get the Nether Stone and refine the Spirit Devouring Seal. ”

The Nether Stone is a netherworld thing that comes with Nether Fire, devouring together, even if it's a shattered space.

After speaking, the figure of the mysterious man gradually became illusory, and soon disappeared without a trace.

The old man got up slowly, the clothes behind him were already soaked, and the strong killing intent had already been deeply imprinted in the old man's mind.

The weather in the mountains and forests was unpredictable, and the sky had been clear all the time, but suddenly the mountain wind was blowing and the clouds were thick, and soon there was thunder and heavy rain pouring down, constantly hitting the trees, dirt roads, and rocks.

At the same time, the two teenagers on the mountain road were slapped at the same time, and the two teenagers ran quickly in the rain, constantly looking for a place to shelter from the rain, fortunately, Yi Feng had practiced the spiritual trick of all things, and the sound of all things in it could communicate all things.

Yi Feng's cultivation is shallow, and he can only communicate with the insects and birds in the mountains, and finally find a beast's den through the insects and birds in the mountains.

The den is very wide, surrounded by an eerie atmosphere, with occasional bones scattered on both sides of the road. With a slight breath, the two of them could feel a faint smell of blood. The two of them looked at everything in front of them, and they were frightened for a while, and they decided to leave in the rain.

Suddenly, there was a violent fighting sound outside, and the two of them only felt a white shadow flash in front of them, and in a trance, they seemed to see a white giant tiger with blood and wounds breaking into the cave. It's just that the white giant tiger paused slightly, looked at the two of them with a pair of blue eyes, and ran quickly towards the hole.

"Did you see that white shadow just now?" Yi Feng asked in a low voice.

"It seems to be a white giant tiger, and it seems to be holding a bird and beast in its mouth, let's leave immediately, this is not a good place to hide from the rain." Qingyun looked at the cave and recalled.

"I'm afraid it's too late, the little monk quickly ran to the cave. ”

Just as Qingyun was about to turn around, he suddenly felt a hard push behind his back, so he staggered towards the cave, and suddenly saw Yi Feng also rolling towards the cave.

An angry red flame giant bird attacked from behind, blood flowed from the neck of the bird and beast, and the fierce flames around it, and a pair of blood-red eyes looked at the two Qingyun in front of them.

The two of them ran towards the cave helplessly, and no longer cared about the white giant tiger in front of them.

There is hope in life, even if it is short-lived.