Mount Taihua, the main peak.

The disciples of the Taihua Sect gathered, and the master of the sect rang the bell of the immortals, and something big must have happened.

Looking at it, there are only one hundred and ten disciples in the entire sect.

"There is a mountain of death in the great wilderness, and suddenly there is a fire, and the innocent towns of Chaoyun Country are affected by the pond fish and burned to the sky. The deaths and injuries of the people are not counted, this is the work of demons, and our monks cannot stand idly by. ”

On Taihua Mountain, Xuan Jun said in a solemn tone and slowly.

Many of the disciples below were indignant, eager to kill the arson demon immediately.

Xuan Jun also advised: "This fire is the true fire of Samadhi, it is the most suitable for alchemy and refining tools, and while you go to help the people, it is best to save some fire for later use." ”

When Chen Changan heard this, he suddenly understood in his heart, this fire has burned out, and there is still a hair to use, I said that it is so positive, it turns out that it is beneficial.

It's just what kind of monster, it can burn so many places in one go, it's really cruel enough.

Chaoyun Country is the place where he grew up, but he didn't expect to suffer such a catastrophe, that mountain of death has always been a forbidden place in Chaoyun Kingdom, and few people dare to set foot on it.

"Brother Chang'an, shall we go?"

Qingle's voice came from behind him, and she lazily lay on Chen Changan's back, revealing her head and asked.

"Go, why don't you go!"

Chen Changan replied without thinking about it, it is best to kill the haunting girl of the Yun family this time, otherwise it will not be safe to sleep.

The taste of being chased and killed is very uncomfortable, and there is no peace every day, Chen Chang'an is willing to take a risk to fight, and he doesn't want to hide here every day.

Taihuazong seems to be reliable, but in fact, there are many internal problems, maybe one day he will reconcile with Ziyunxuan and sell himself, Chen Changan doesn't think it's unusual.

This world is like this, under the depletion of spiritual energy, the desire to become an immortal has not been attenuated, and it is not uncommon to use any means.

Lu Ping next to him was absent-minded and worried.

Chen Changan patted him and said with a smile: "What, I'm afraid, there are so many people in Taihua Sect, they don't dare to mess around, we just look for an opportunity to take advantage of the situation to slaughter the one surnamed Yun." ”

Lu Ping smiled dryly, then lowered his head again, not knowing what he was thinking.

In his hand, he held a communication jade talisman tightly, and only one message was conveyed on it: the location was exposed, and he fled quickly

The head of the sect, Xuanjun, arranged the candidates for going down the mountain this time, and half of the Xuanzi generation was going to go.

Feeling a gaze staring at him, the corners of Chen Changan's mouth hooked, and he looked up, and sure enough, it was Xuan Wei.

Seeing that Chen Changan found out that he was peeking, Xuan Weiqiao's face flushed, and she didn't twist it, her apricot eyes were round, and she glanced at him generously.

Chen Changan raised his hand and made a small gesture with two fingers, looking at Xuan Wei inexplicably.

When he was here and eye-to-eye with the beautiful uncle, he didn't notice it, and Lu Ping beside him quietly left.

In the forest of the back mountain, Lu Parallel was in a hurry, looking left and right.

He shook his head hard, with a hint of the old ruthlessness and perseverance, and returned to his face, which was very different from the usual appearance.

With a stroke of his fingers, he erased the words of the sound transmission jade note in his palm, leaving a sentence: Xiao Wang, you have something urgent, take a step first, and we will meet again.

After speaking, Lu Ping hung the jade talisman on the tree where they practiced normally, and from his messy bun, which was like a bird's nest, he took out a wooden sword the length of his little finger.

With both hands together, he pinched a sword duel, and the small wooden sword suddenly became bigger.

Lu Ping, a rookie monk who had just arrived at the "Third Layer of Qi Refining", rode the wind with his sword, leaving only a white shadow flashing, like a ray of energy flashing into the misty peaks.

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Karma fires descend from heaven and burn the earth.

It was definitely not the Taihua Mountain family that received the news, and when Chen Changan and the others came to the west of the Mountain of Death, a large number of monks had already gathered here.

Some of them turned into ordinary people, and some simply flew in the air, flying around.

Chen Changan looked at the devastated land, and suddenly felt a little congested.

The roadside is full of burned houses, and you can still see the original state, and many villages have been completely erased.

This is the boundary of Chaoyun Kingdom, Chen Changan vaguely remembers that he just came to this world, and he was picked up by a foolish Taoist here.

Some mortals who narrowly escaped with their lives had their bodies festering and rotting, covered in pus and blood.

They were all hidden in the cellar, and they were not burned directly, but baked here. Although he did not die, he suffered a great sin.

Their eyes are glazed, they either squat on the ground waiting for death, or they struggle to move back and forth, their mouths slurred, and they shout the names of their loved ones.

"If there are tears, rolling onto the wound, it must be very painful, right?" Chen Changan muttered.

Xuan Wei next to her, her eyes were a little red, and she took Chen Changan to the ground, found an injured person from the side, and treated him.

She is a sword cultivator, although in the eyes of mortals, she is an immortal-like existence, but she has no way to burn this samadhi true fire.

Xuan Wei tried her best, but she was still powerless, which made her heart irritable, and her brows furrowed slightly.

No wonder there are no monks to help mortals, it turns out that it is useless, and the true fire of samadhi is not something that ordinary monks can fight.

Even where it was still burning, they could only use their own containers and spells to get fire, and there was no way to extinguish it.

This kind of tragic scene is simply an indiscriminate massacre, which makes Chen Changan's heart more and more depressed.

He slowly raised his hand, and a pure true qi gently wrapped the wounded person in front of Xuan Wei's body.

This pus-covered mortal had an unbelievable glint in his eyes, pus and blood flowed out of his body, and new flesh and blood were born on his skin.

Xuan Wei's beautiful eyes lit up, and she turned her head to look at Chen Changan, only to see that the spiritual power emanating from his body turned into true qi and began to treat all the mortals around him.

Chen Changan relied on a depressed and uneven aura to forcibly save people, and the spiritual power of the sea of qi gradually lost its strength.

Just when his Purple Mansion was empty and his spiritual power was exhausted, it was like absorbing the Huangquan Ancient Well in the palace that day.

Millions of sapient mortals were burned for no reason, and all the dead air, resentment, and anger that had gathered together were gathered in substance.

The place where Chen Changan was located was like a whirlpool, swallowing this infinite breath of death.

The vast aura of death, if it had substance, turned into a black mist, holding him in mid-air.

In Chen Changan's body, these breaths circulated in the thirty-six Zhou Tian, and then turned into spiritual power and spread on the earth.

All the monks looked up in amazement and watched this incredible scene.

On the earth, the blazing true fire of samadhi is completely extinguished as soon as it is covered by the true qi.

The scars on the mortals' bodies gradually disappeared, and they all looked at this black cloud in the air with joy, praising and worshipping.

In the black aura that was constantly converging, there were more wisps of white light, pouring into his body.

Among the monks, several people looked at Chen Changan in the sky with deep eyes.

There is an old man in white who is over the age of Jiazi, tall and thin, with three long beards fluttering under his chin, and he looks quite like a fairy at a glance.

Beside him, there was a bald monk with an extraordinary bearing, standing with the old man in white with a surging aura.

"Look, it's the withered Yuan Immortal of the Taixu Palace!"

"The one next to him, isn't it to take over the position of host, the monk Huineng?"

Ku Yuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at the air with his eyebrows furrowed, and said to the deep monk Hui Neng: "What should I do? ”

Huineng pronounced Amitabha: "Dao Chief, this son is only afraid that he will become holy, his origin is unknown, if he has evil intentions, the world will be in danger." ”

Ku Yuan snorted coldly, raised his head to the sky, and said in a secret voice: "You monks will just say, the second son is not within your and my sphere of influence, if you teach him to become the climate, you will not have to divide the spiritual veins in the future." It's better to kill him before he grows up to prevent future troubles. ”

"Amitabha. Huineng pronounced a Buddha horn, which echoed between heaven and earth.

I saw that his face sank, he roared in a low voice, a monk's robe was blowing without wind, and in the sky, a solemn Sanskrit singing sounded.

"In order to cultivate the evil way, this son released the true fire of samadhi, and took the opportunity to absorb the death qi, but it is a crooked way of the evil sect, and all my righteous path monks will be punished!"

Ku Yuan also rose against the wind, holding a fairy sword, in the eyes of mortals, he was also an immortal who could not be desecrated.

"Monks, join me in slaying this thief. ”