The old burning knife couldn't help but be stunned, and then stepped forward and touched the statue. The jade is warm and clean, without any cracks, as if it has never been hit hard.

With a "click", he exerted force with his left hand, pinched off the belt of the statue's clothes, and held it tightly. When I looked again, the garment was attached to the statue in good shape, and the palms of my hands were empty, and there was not even a trace of powder left.

"If you try your best, the result will be the same. Zhang Wuyi said with a smile, the old thing deliberately hid his strength, of course he wanted to break it.

Sure enough, Boss Bai said in a weird manner: "Old burning knife, could it be that you really hid it?"

The old burning knife glanced at the white boss indifferently, this group of fools didn't want to deal with outsiders, they would only rebel in the nest, and they all had to be eliminated afterwards, just to collect the treasures. "It's amazing. He said quietly, "Does anyone see what's coming?"

"Bah, I can see that I am still waiting for you?" Ma Hua's head son Jin Mao shouted with a big grin, "We have smashed it with a stick, burned it with fire, and sprinkled a bubble of urine on the head of this thing, it doesn't work!"

It's a pity that Wu Sheng is lost, otherwise it would have been a little helpful. Lao Yaodao's eyes fell on the Jiao altar and pondered for a long time. Could it be that he needed to burn incense, serve lamps, burn talismans, chant sutras, and step on buckets to complete the ritual of Daomen Zhai Jiao, so as to show the inner mysteries? This set of rituals he was very familiar with when he was a Taoist child, but he was reluctant to leak it out in front of everyone's eyes.

Zhang Wuyi secretly peeked at the old burning knife for a moment, and saw that he was helpless, and couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief. To solve the mystery of the statue, most of them have to perform the ritual of fasting Jiao, since this person can't see it, he must be a wild fox Zen. At the moment, with a strong courage, it is not uncommon for Daomen Zhengzong to face the three-legged cat's loose cultivation against the enemy, even if it is a leapfrog killing.

The eyes of everyone in the hall flickered, each with their own thoughts, and they fell into a dull stalemate for a while. Suddenly, there was a commotion outside, and the sound of footsteps was swarming.

"Whoa, snatch the baby!" "Kill, kill, kill them all!"

A group of people were covered in blood, screaming and rushing in, their faces turned red, and they killed people at sight like chicken blood, and immediately set off a chaotic scuffle.

"Sun Erga, you fucking ate the bear's heart and leopard gall, even we dare to fight?" Sun Jinmao waved the black and red wind and fire stick, held a horse-like jump, and scolded angrily.

Qinglong, Wu Jieba and the others were all besieged and killed, and those people who were usually in awe of them were now full of resentment, stalking and fighting viciously, and roaring like beasts from time to time.

"Peng!" Lao Burn Knife punched through the chest of the barbarian opposite, the blood column spurted out, the other party fell backwards, and stood up strangely, hugged Lao Burn Knife's calf, opened his mouth and bit it, his teeth became sharp and curved, protruding with fishy saliva.

The old burning knife was startled, kicked the other party away, the barbarian fell out and rolled a few times, and then trembled and got up, the flesh on the edge of the chest hole couldn't help but squirm, oozing out indigo blue sticky silk, like a spider web intertwined, crawling all over the wound.

No, the old burning knife felt slightly uneasy, and looked around, most of the people who rushed in looked like crazy beasts, salivating at the corners of their mouths, and the wounds were all wrapped with indigo sticky silk, and the skin also gave birth to strange blue patches. In the fierce battle, a Yaksha suddenly stuck out his tongue, which was about a foot long, and instantly wrapped around Du's legs, and the people around him screamed and pounced, burying their heads and biting.

"Rescue, rescue, rescue, rescue, rescue......" Du stammered desperately, and the tiger outside his body swept his tail and roared again and again. The people who pounced on it were constantly knocked away, and the flesh and limbs were scattered, but the people in the outer circle followed one after another, one after another frantically impacted, the light and flames shot vertically and horizontally, and the air waves exploded and thundered, shaking the pillars of the temple and trembling.

Du's stammering roar gradually weakened, and the tiger screamed in grief, and the light and shadow shattered. Outside the main hall, the crowd is still pouring in, roaring and fighting, unscrupulous, like the resurrection of evil ghosts in the wall carvings, and the group of fierce dances.

A Jade Emperor Xuanqiong Qing Qi swept out, and the flesh and blood of the besieging people flew sideways, throwing them in all directions. Zhang Wuyi stood on crutches, pinching the trick in his hand, and the Jade Emperor Xuanqiong galloped vertically and horizontally, and he was invincible.

The pupils of the old burning knife shrank suddenly, this outsider actually came from the Cloud and Mist Sea Jade Emperor Palace! A killing intent rose in his chest, and then his greed was blazing, he had been a traitor for decades, and he had never had the opportunity to practice magic. And the Jade Emperor Palace is a giant of the Daomen, and the purity of the heart is still above the immeasurable pure land.

With a flash of his eyes, the old burning knife casually dealt with a few punches, beating the people in front of him to the ground, and then blended into the crowd, used a small maneuvering technique, and quietly approached Zhang Wuyi.

"Ahh He was shocked to find that the faces of those people had turned red, and the blue patches on their bodies were getting denser and denser, as if indigo mucus was gradually penetrating the flesh and covering the entire body.

"Bang!" Sun Jinmao's swing of the stick shadow suddenly slashed down, smashing everyone forward and backwards. Sun Jinmao roared, and several somersaults turned out of the crowd and fled hurriedly outside the hall.

One person was knocked away by the stick shadow method and fell towards the immortal statue, and half of his body happened to fall on the right palm stretched out by the immortal, splashing blood. "Hum-" The copper plate on the immortal's left hand made a soft sound, as thin as a gossamer, insignificant. Half of the corpse began to dissolve, as if swallowed by an invisible maw.

Zhang Wuyi and Lao Yao turned their heads at the same time, their eyes brightened. Sacrifices! Immortal statues need sacrifices!

The two sides met halfway, stopped for a moment, then exchanged glances, and each rushed out.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The Jade Emperor Xuanqiong's clear qi suddenly soared, like a brilliant belt of light, sweeping all around. Those who rushed over broke their waists, their internal organs burst, and they fell to the ground one after another. The fist strength of the old burning knife was also pushed to the extreme, the fist was like a landslide, deafening, and before everyone approached, they were crushed into pulp by the thick and domineering fist like a mountain.

The two of them have no scruples, regardless of Boss Bai and Qinglong...... It's still those crazy people, all of them are killed, anyway, the more sacrifices, the better. In less than a moment of incense, the people in the hall were slaughtered, and the flow of people pouring in became less and less, and the corpses around were piled up like a mountain, and the treasures were scattered all over the ground, and the blood and water accumulated were high.

Lao Yao Daozi and Zhang Wuji stopped, glanced at each other, and glanced at the hidden treasures in the hall, and couldn't help laughing loudly, and there was an irrepressible killing intent in the laughter.

"Fellow Daoist, might as well take a look at the changes in the statue first?" Zhang Wuyi proposed with a pleasant face.

The old burning knife nodded, and the two of them started together, and one by one the corpses flew towards the right hand of the immortal, and they couldn't help dissolving. The sound of the copper plate became clearer and clearer, and when most of the corpses were emptied, a drop of dew slowly oozed from the copper plate, which was crystal clear, colorless and fragranceless, flashing with a distant and clear light.

Cactus Dew!

The two of them invariably appeared in a certain record of the Enlightenment Sect classics, it is said that the immortal dew is the condensation of the essence of the heavens, which can not only purify mana, wash away impurities, but also eliminate all hidden dangers caused by the sudden advancement of the exercises.

The two sides stared straight at the fairy dew and were silent for a long time. After a while, Zhang Wuyi coughed lightly: "Fellow Daoist, this drop of healing rootless pure water belongs to me, and the rest of the treasures here belong to Daoyou, how about it?"

The corners of the old knife's mouth were crooked, he was born in the immeasurable pure land, and he didn't know what the rootless pure water of his own door was?" The old burning knife kept his hands and continued to throw corpses into the left hand of the immortal.

The immortal dew on the copper plate did not increase, but the brilliance became more and more unfathomable. The old burning knife moved in his heart, grabbed a green ginseng on the ground, and threw it tentatively towards the statue.

The green fat ginseng fell in the cactus's heart, and it also began to melt, and the old burning knife no longer hesitated, and swung out with a punch, rolled up the treasures all over the ground, and continuously threw it into the palm of the statue. Zhang Wuyi's eyes flashed, but he didn't stop it. When it comes to the realm of refining the gods and returning to the void, ordinary treasures can only be icing on the cake, far less than the extraordinary treasures such as the immortal dew.

"Bang-" The copper plate was full of light, and let out a long and loud roar, and an antique jade slip came out of nothing, and the copper plate floated faintly.

"Boom!" The moment the jade slip appeared, the two of them suddenly made a move, and the Jade Emperor Xuanqiong's clear qi and mighty fist power exchanged blows in mid-air, setting off a wave of raging waves.

The old burning knife's body shook slightly, and the blood on his face flashed. Zhang Wuyi's face was flushed, blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and he took more than ten steps backwards, almost falling, and finally suffered a loss from his injuries.

The copper disc was swept by the air wave and shook violently. With a "bang", the jade slip fell to the ground, and the two people's divine consciousness had already extended to the past, and the several lines of ancient characters engraved on the jade slip were vividly remembered.

It's actually an ancient secret recipe for refining human pills!

With the heart of the master of refining the god and returning to the void as the main medicine, it is refined into a pill, so as to break through the bottleneck and reach the realm of refining the void and the way!

The two of them suddenly thought of that drop of immortal dew, and in this way, they broke through the bottleneck, and then used the immortal dew to eliminate hidden dangers, even if it was a broken void, it was not hopeless!

"Daoyou ......" Zhang Wuyi's heart was beating rapidly, and his expression was uncertain, "The handwriting on this jade slip is quite immature, and it lacks the ancient meaning of Yingang, which may not be true." You and I might as well ...... carefully."

He was greeted by a punch that was like a mountain and a mountain, and the momentum was immeasurable! The old burning knife sank his waist, stride, and punched, and the sound of rolling wild laughter filled the hall.

"Today, you and me, only one can get out alive!"

"None of today's Nightmare Lake will come out alive. Zhi Jia Zhen knelt on his knees, and the broken sword was against the neck of Hong Lianxue, which was as white as jade, and said calmly.

"You damn stinky little thief!Bastard!Dead skin!Let go of the old lady!Let go of the old lady!" Hong Lianxue was lying on the edge of the lake in a humiliating position, her plump and elastic buttocks writhing violently, trying to break free from the young man who was pressed on her back.

"Wait a little longer. Zhi Kari Zhen exerted force on his knees and pushed Red Mercy Snow to the ground.

"Waiting for you to die! The faceless little scoundrel attacked the old lady again! Attacked again! Attacked again!" She originally wanted to enter the Immortal Mansion, but thinking of the young man's words, she hesitated for a while. Unexpectedly, he was accidentally attacked by the young man from behind.

Calculated carefully, she only met the other party three times, but she was yin three times!

"See for yourself. Zhi Kari Zhen moved the blade of the sword slightly.

"Look at you......" The word "fart" has not yet been spoken, and she was stunned on the spot.

In the Nightmare Lake, the colorful rays were disappearing rapidly, and the entire immortal mansion began to shrink, and the golden eaves swayed like water, as if they had become illusory bubbles.

In the twists and turns of the palace corridor, Wu Sheng was panting like a cow. Along the way, there were rivers of blood and corpses. All the survivors who took the treasure were inexplicably transformed, their bodies twisted and deformed, and they struggled to let out a ghostly howl. Wu Sheng bypassed them and ran wildly. This is not an immortal mansion at all, this is an ancient palace of the Wu clan, a terrible bait that counts all the sheep slaughtered and collects everyone!

Zhi Hunt Shin withdrew the broken sword and slowly got up. This immortal mansion was originally the back hand of the branch clan eight hundred years ago to prevent the Yu clan from pursuing it. Only the essence blood of the branch lineage can be reopened. The purer the witch blood, the greater the power of the Immortal Mansion.

The gate was in sight, Wu Sheng's hair was scattered, his hair was running wildly, and the red-faced and blue-skinned demons in the wall carvings on both sides let out a sharp howl. He knew that they were Kui, a strange race that existed in the Dao of Earth Dreams in ancient legends and made an alliance with the ancient witch clan.

The Witch tribe offered human sacrifices, and Kui reaped the rewards of life. Zhi Hunt Zhen looked at the shrinking Immortal Mansion from afar, and all the treasures in it were just phantoms projected by Kui's heart.

Except for that jade slip.

Zhi Jia Zhen took out a few identical colorful jade slips from his arms, and remembered the scene of sharing the spoils with Ge Shuye in the horse bandits' den, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Plop!" The water splashed, Wu Sheng staggered onto the threshold, and the immortal mansion suddenly shrank into a small point, disappearing in the rippling water. The jade slip from the young man's palm and fell into the lake, causing a circle of ripples.

Zhi Kazu glanced at the red snow who was in a daze, turned around, and walked towards the breeze waiting in the distance.

"Little thief!, why, why save me?" came the sound of Red Lixue gritting her teeth behind her.

"Because ......," Zhi Kari really thought for a moment, and whispered, "I don't like to owe others." ”

Qingfeng patted the boy, didn't say anything, didn't ask anything. With an indescribable tacit understanding, the old and the young walked side by side to the distance where the twilight rose.

"Lao Dao thought that he would have to fight with Zhang Wuyi. Qingfeng walked silently for a long time, and suddenly smiled.

"Why do you need a knife to slaughter a sheep?" Zhi Hunt Zhen smiled slightly.

Zhiye said that to grasp people's hearts is to grasp everything.