Looking at the blood stains on the ground, a figure came at the foot of the Jindingguan Mountain.

A young man dressed in white and with bare feet was silent when he looked at the red blood stains under his feet.

The blood flowed down from the mountain, and there seemed to be a roar of unjust spirits in the black-red blood stains, full of unwilling roars.

His feet were on the stiff bluestone, but the boy seemed unaware.

Step by step, I stepped on the blood stains up the mountain, and the sticky feeling of the blood stains under my feet was still not completely dissipated.

"I heard the wailing in the wind, the unwilling cry!" Zhang Bairen saw the first corpse at his feet, a little Taoist priest with a pale face, a pair of big empty eyes full of fear, unwillingness and yearning for life.

Slowly squatting down, looking at the child, Zhang Bairen's delicate palm closed the eyes, and silently recited the mantra of the past in his mouth.

One of them!

Two!

Three!

Zhang Bairen's face was pale, and he kept closing his eyes full of unwillingness.

Passing by a fire, the ground was littered with indistinguishable bones, and the butter smelled of evil.

The traces of struggle are particularly heart-wrenching and uncomfortable.

"Alas!" Zhang Bairen continued to walk slowly, came to the top of the mountain, and saw the Chaoyang Ancestor who was kneeling on the ground, with an unwilling and angry face.

The hole in the center of the eyebrows is particularly eye-catching.

The spring breeze blew, and he knelt on the ground so quietly.

In the distance, the smoke rose in the main hall, and the fire that had been burning for three days and three nights was still not extinguished, and the crow in the sky was constantly crying, and then I saw that the crow devoured carrion in its mouth, and feasted on it.

"You old way, you are too clever to calculate, but you lost your life!" Zhang Bairen squatted beside Chaoyang Ancestor, his words were low, with a hint of mockery.

Looking at the unwilling eyes, the flames that kept spewing out of his eyes, Zhang Bairen's sleeves flipped over, and the earth cracked in an instant, and the body of Chaoyang Ancestor was buried.

Zhang Bairen came to the back mountain, and the five ghosts around him carried the corpses one by one, and kept coming to the sinkhole in the back mountain, throwing the corpses into the big pit.

Looking at the ignorant three-year-old child, with a clean smile on his pure face, Zhang Bairen showed a sigh: "Dust to dust, dust to dust!"

The sound of chanting scriptures in his mouth continued, and Zhang Bairen silently recited the Sutra of the Past Life. In the dark, the door of reincarnation opened, only to see one after another ignorant souls submerged into reincarnation and disappeared.

"Hahaha, what the real person in charge of the sect said is right, the remnants of the Jindingguan will inevitably come back to collect the corpses, I don't know which one of the remnants of the Jindingguan is you!"

The chanting stopped, and Zhang Bairen stood there quietly, looking at the corpses in the filling pit, revealing a touch of melancholy.

"Boy, the ancestor is talking to you, did you hear it! Quickly hand over the Book of Heaven and spare your life!" A Yang God Ancestor walked towards Zhang Bairen.

Suddenly controlling the Dao Law, Zhang Bairen was pulled by the old man and turned around, and when he saw the boy in front of him, the four of them were all stunned.

"Who is this?"

"Such a beautiful character is simply rare in the world!"

"Abundant God Jade Bone!"

"Creation Clock!"

All the elders praised in their hearts, and then when they saw the face of the figure, a thought rose in their hearts: "This face looks a little familiar!"

"Boy, you must be dumb! Hand over the Book of Heaven and spare your life, otherwise I will have to let you taste the pain of soul refining!" A green ghost fire appeared in the hands of a Yang God Ancestor.

Zhang Bairen flipped his palm, took out a simple copper lamp from his sleeve, seemed to be muttering to himself, and looked at the black and red blood stains in the distance: "Do you know who you are talking to?"

As soon as these words came out, the four real people were all stunned.

Zhang Bairen didn't give the four of them time to speak, and suddenly stretched out his palm, which seemed to cover the sky and the sun, covering a side of time and space, and the four real people didn't have time to use the divine channel method at all, and they had already been taken down by Zhang Bairen's magical powers.

The divine light in the oil lamp flowed, and countless curses came to the face, and the wails of pain were constantly accompanied by them.

The lines on the inner surface of the oil lamp flowed, instantly locking the four primordial cultivators, and then a little faint flame slowly rose up.

"Alas!" Zhang Bairen sighed faintly, waved his big sleeves, and instantly pushed the tomb like a mountain of gold, and a tombstone stood on the back mountain: "The grave of the tragic death of the Zhang family, Bairenli!"

"There are three people missing!" Zhang Bairen put his hands behind his back, looked at the tombstone for a long time and was speechless, took out dry firewood and lit it in his hand, and a large number of copper coins and yellow table paper were slowly rising, drifting into the netherworld with the flames.

At this moment, Zhang Bairen seemed to see the world in the underworld, where countless ghosts wailed and roared, but unfortunately an indescribable stone door was tightly closed, blocking Zhang Bairen's sight.

He had a feeling that with just one finger, he could pierce through the stone door and go deep into the netherworld.

"Don't be impulsive, where is the ghost gate!" Xu Fu appeared behind Zhang Bairen: "Now that the first emperor has sealed the ghost gate and locked the passage of the yin and yang worlds, once the ghost gate pass is broken, the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

Zhang Bairen retracted his gaze, regrouped his mind, and looked at Xu Fu on the side: "Why does Mr. have time to come here?"

Xu Fu took the rune paper in Zhang Bairen's hand, and then painted dots on the yellow paper, and lit the three-flavor true fire: "Forming a good fate with the governor, the soul of the Zhang family has entered the Yin Division, and with my warrant, they will inevitably be blessed." ”

"Since he is dead, in reincarnation, what is the use of not being a member of the Zhang family!" Zhang Bairen burned the yellow table paper in his hand, revealing a touch of amazement.

"There are still living people in this mountain," Xu Fu looked surprised.

Zhang Bairen was stunned, Xu Fu stretched out his palm, but saw that the sky was cracking in the distance, and a dark tunnel appeared.

"Come out!" Xu Fu shouted.

There was a sound of dressing in a thin rope, and then I saw that Zhang Baiyi, whose eyes were red, walked out first, and knelt down in front of the tombstone for a long time without saying a word.

The little widow walked out timidly and knelt behind Zhang Baiyi.

"You two are lucky, the Zhang family is finally not dead!" Looking at Zhang Baiyi, Zhang Bairen lost a handful of yellow table paper.

"Big brother!" Zhang Baiyi knelt on the ground: "I, a monk of the Zhang family, is the most top-notch in terms of cultivation, and the cultivation world is also obvious to all, and I also ask the eldest brother to avenge my Zhang family." ”

"Where is the Book of Heaven? Why are you practicing the Great Joy Zen Method again!" Looking at the figure kneeling on the ground, Zhang Bairen's face was indifferent with a faint disappointment.

The mud can't hold up the wall, and it's true. My expectations for Zhang Baiyi are too high!

"The Book of Heaven was taken away by the fourth uncle and handed over to the Northern Heavenly Master," Zhang Baiyi said.