Dongzhou Continent, the land of Nanzhao.

Dingyun Mountain, where the first major sect of the Qianyuan Palace sect in Dongzhou is located, the tall and simple fairy gate, the stairs of the thousands of zhang Yongdao go straight to the vast peaks of the smoke waves. The top of Yunmeng is a square open space within a radius of more than ten miles, and there are nine towering Qionglou Yuyu and Purple Palace Golden Pavilion arranged around the north and south according to the gossip trend.

Next to the nine huge palaces, there is a slightly low and inconspicuous small blue and red building, and there is a plaque hanging on the door, Soul Jade Pavilion.

The attic is divided into three floors. On the first layer of the wall, there are emerald green summoning jade talismans corresponding to the tasks performed by the outer disciples. The second layer is the black jade soul rune of the inner disciples, and the third layer is the purple jade spirit rune of the core disciples and elders.

In the attic on the second floor, there is a wall of the inner disciple's soul talisman jade plate.

In the middle and lower of the thirty-six soul talismans, a jade plaque suddenly shattered, and the crisp sound alarmed the elders of the pavilion, and the old man immediately rushed to the place where the jade was broken, and bent down to pick up the life soul jade plaque on the ground.

"Shhh

There was a gasp and a sigh.

"This is Ye Qiuchen's nephew's talisman, this son is still assisting the suspended junior brother in Dachu to carry out the task, how could the talisman suddenly shatter?

The old man immediately jumped out of the small building in a flash and hurried to the law enforcement hall of Qianyuan Palace.

At the same time, Southern Chu went to Beijing Jiugong Mountain, Qianyuan Temple.

Deep in the red wall of the quaint Taoist temple, inside a towering gilded pagoda.

Poof!

The quiet lamp burned violently, and the flames in the lamp rose wildly.

In the gilded pagoda, on the top floor of the attic, a six-sided star map was arranged in the middle of the circle, and suddenly a purple-clothed ghost remnant appeared out of thin air and fell into it.

The translucent body emitted a faint sound, and the purple-clothed remnant roared in pain: "Bearded guest, the pain of destroying my body, I, Ye Qiuchen, will definitely ask you to repay it a hundred times and a thousand times!"

Suddenly, the wind blew in the pavilion, and hundreds of soul fire lamps swayed fiercely.

This purple-clothed remnant is the leader of the Shadow Fengwei who defeated Cangzhou, Ye Qiuchen's divine consciousness and soul.

When he stepped into the teleportation space, Ye Qiuchen was destroyed by the black flame fist of the bearded guest, and the hatred of the black flame devouring body, the former jade-faced purple clothes will never be forgotten.

The very weak soul, looking at his appearance of being a ghost or a ghost, there was a heart-rending roar, and the turbulent and fast yin wind blew the doors and windows of the attic creaked, and Ye Qiuchen vented the anger in his heart.

After the purple-clothed soul was raging and tossing for a while, it was also exhausted, and was just about to float into the soul cup.

Unaware of the void.

A figure suddenly came, and I saw a woman in gorgeous palace clothes reaching out, turning her palm like a hook, and capturing Ye Qiuchen's soul with one hand.

"Li Xueyao, what are you doing here!" the purple-clothed remnant struggled violently and roared in horror.

"Hmph, what am I going to do? Of course I ate you!" The void in his right palm imprisoned the purple-clothed remnant soul, and his left palm slowly pressed down on the head of Ye Qiuchen's soul.

"Li Xueyao, you demon, you can't die well!"

"Oh, don't!"

The beautiful woman in the palace costume looked indifferent and very disdainful.

Zhu Run's thin lips sighed slightly, and his leisurely words were strange and soft: "Don't?" giggle...... I don't know if I'm dead or not, but you're dead!"

After that, the jaws of the beautiful woman in the palace clothes opened and closed, and with a fierce bite, she swallowed the remnants of Ye Qiuchen's soul!

After a while, the beautiful woman opened her eyes leisurely and said to herself with satisfaction: "This innate realm of the Great Perfection of the divine soul, the essence of creation is incomparably abundant, and it is really delicious to devour! ”

Standing up slowly, the beautiful woman in the palace dress gently waved her sleeves, extinguished the flaming lamp, and thought in her heart: "The way of soul devouring is much faster and more condensed than that of yin and yang, well, not bad." ”

"Huh?" exclaimed in a nasal voice.

"Who is this long-cherished black flame fist in Ye Qiuchen's consciousness, the big sword and beard?"

The beautiful woman walked to the high platform of the attic and looked due north.

"Could it be that he destroyed Ye Qiuchen's body? It seems that there is still a peerless powerhouse in the north. Situ Lao Gou taught me Lian Shan Yi still left the trick, which led to a mistake in the divination this time!"

The beautiful woman in the palace costume suddenly looked like water, her gloomy eyes stared at the north, and she whispered again: "If it weren't for the old guy Chu Tianyou, he would not be able to leave the land of Shangjing." The mourning family must personally cross the two river estuaries and go to meet this so-called Black Flame Fist to find out if this person is the Yanyang Qin who has been missing for 12 years! Hmph, the combination of the Five Elements True Yuan and the Yin and Yang Body is the key to my breakthrough!"

The beautiful woman in palace clothes reached into her sleeve and took out a yellow paper spirit rune, wrote a few small words, and then recited the incantation, and the spirit rune flew into the void and disappeared.

Cangzhou City, ruins.

The monk, who was in tatters and disheveled, was jumping to his feet and shouting at the bearded man in front of him.

"You bearded, you don't look like a good person! Do you know that sneaking attack on the Buddha's skull is disrespectful to the gods in the sky!"

"What is it to control a big black sword, pick a red-haired monster and a civil official with a broken foot, what is even more hateful, even more hateful, even pick the Buddha and me among them, and wait for the evil demons, let the Buddha come to cross it, lest you bring disaster to the world again!"

The grief-stricken monk suddenly pulled up the cuffs of his tattered linen clothes, clasped his palms together, and moved his lips slightly. Recite the mantra in the Diamond Sutra to the bearded guest: "The color is not different from the emptiness, and the emptiness is not different from the color." Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color. ”

Two dull echoes, followed by a whimpering wail.

The Mai monk covered his head, his eyes were clamped with tears, not letting them fall, and his face was full of grievances staring at the bearded guest.

The bearded man who was very proud stroked his beautiful hair, and suddenly parted his thick beard to both sides, revealing a white-toothed mouth and smiling at the monk.

With a subtle cunning in his honesty, he was confused and curious, looking at the monk in front of him.

The bearded guest put on a gloating expression and joked: "Do you think you are a Tang monk who learns scriptures from the west? Even if you are a Tang monk, Uncle Ben and I are not a monkey!"

The skull was still buzzing, and there was a dull ache. The little monk pretended to be arrogant: "Tang monk Sun monkey, what is it!" Buddha, I just recited the Diamond Sutra to deter evil demons, since you are not affected, you are definitely not a demon. ”

"Where did the demon come from in broad daylight, this blood-haired red cloth is Yin Zu, Yin Mingjia. The civil official who had lost his feet was Li Jin, the city lord of Cangzhou. Both of them are terrible villains!, why don't you think I'm not a good person with a full beard?" explained the bearded man unhurriedly, and then raised the black sword to continue to provoke the two.

Keeping an eye on the bearded guest to pick up the two, the monk continued to chatter without a match: "I have seen all beautiful bearded men who trim their hair and haircuts, how can there be such a fierce beard as yours! How can your beard be as thick as your hair, and your face is as black as charcoal burning at the bottom of a pot! Bearded man has time to look in the mirror and take a good look at yourself." ”

Suddenly remembering what the bearded man had just said, the monk jumped up and looked at the two people who looked at the sky and exclaimed loudly: "Ah, that red clothes, yes, it's Yin Mingjia!

The monk who was noncommittal and stammered began to nag again: "How did you catch Yin Zu with a beard, how did he become like this? And that brocade-robed civil official, why did you cut off his feet?"

The puzzled monk pestered the bearded guest, eager to know the truth of the matter.

"If you ink me again, will you continue to knock on your Buddha's skull?" When the time comes, will you invite a clear sky and angry thunder to kill me?"

"These hundreds of thousands of corpses and bones are all the sins of Yin Mingjia and this Cangzhou City Lord Li Jin! Innocent people are really pitiful for exposing their corpses to the wilderness," the bearded guest sighed, and then looked at the monk beside him.

Hearing the inexplicable sentimentality of this bearded man, the monk's heart was also touched, and when he first learned about the Cangzhou catastrophe, he sighed with a long sigh: "With so many corpses and bones not cold, it is still easy to breed plague in this early winter." Now we need a fire to burn down the city, but where can I find fuel and oil?"

"Knowingly ask!"

"Knock knock!"

"Oh, you bearded wicked man, why don't you allow others to speak!" the monk exclaimed sadly, wanting to scold!

Suddenly, the bearded man was gone.

The bearded man who rose to the sky casually beckoned the monk on the ground to sit on top of the black sword.

Suddenly, the bearded guest clenched his fists, and green flames rose around his body, bursts of high temperature rushed to his face, and the monk hurriedly brushed his sleeves to cover his body and resist the high temperature.

Boom, boom! Burst of flames!

The bearded guest, unleashing his supernatural flames, bombarded the ground with fire fists one after another.

The walls, bricks, roof tiles, and white bones were all ignited, and the cyan flames rolled violently, and the sea of fire quickly gathered and closed.

The surging fire was just about to stretch out into the sky, but it was suppressed by the bearded man's skillful fire control methods! The flames suddenly turned back to the ground, and after the green flames were burned, not a trace of smoke and dust floated out of the ground, and the stump fragments disappeared as if the world had evaporated.

The monk in the sky witnessed this amazing fire control technique, and his mouth opened wide with a frightened expression.

The red-clothed old man holding the black sword closed his eyes meaningfully: "Yan Yang Qin Yan." ”

The brocade-robed civil official with his broken foot rolled his eyes, and he had already fainted from being frightened to death by this sea of purgatory.

An hour later.

The sweaty bearded guest finally burned the entire ancient city.

The remnants of the bricks and tiles were burned into carbon soil by the green fire, and the broken walls and towers collapsed one after another and turned into powder.

Fierce winds blew from north to south, and the ruined walls had been restored to flat black soil, and there was no trace of the thousand-year-old city.

The black horse tied to the dead wood next to the official road in the north of the city occasionally raised its head and snored abruptly, and then continued to lower its head and nibble on the tender grass on the ground. Everything just now, the horse seems to be unconscious.

Whoosh! A slight break through the air, and the black sword landed here.

Yin Mingjia, who was dressed in red and had blood hair, and a civil official in a brocade robe with his feet cut off, were placed on both sides of the horse.

The Mai monk said with relief: "My name is Jueyun, what about you?"

"Yusheng" replied casually by the bearded man with the black sword on his back.

The monk and the bearded man walked slowly along the official road in the direction of Yanzhou, and the obedient black horse followed behind the two slowly.