Junci's hand was like lightning, and his five fingers shrouded Cheng Guanzhi's chest and abdomen like eagle claws. ◢ With * dream * small ◢.1a

The cage composed of five thumb-thick currents easily passed through Cheng Guan's body and skin, approaching the dantian.

This sudden scene made Cheng Youdie, who was serving beside her, frightened and pale, and her lips turned white.

Jun Ci didn't care about comforting the frightened girl, and with a solemn expression, he controlled the purple current and pushed towards the position of Cheng Guanzhi's chest little by little.

As the current gradually approached the position of his throat, with a slight force in Junci's hand, Cheng Guanzhi could no longer hold back the inexplicable restlessness in his body, and a mouthful of black blood sprayed onto the stone steps two meters away.

I saw a two-inch-long black snake exposed in the smelly blood, writhing wildly, trying to swim to the side of the ditch.

Junci snorted coldly, and casually threw out a fire talisman and burned it to ashes.

"I didn't expect that there is such an evil thing in the world, wrapping the young eggs in venom, sending them into the human body through the fangs to hatch, once this thing becomes a mature body, it will break out of the body, and that is when you die. Jun Ci said with a cold face.

When Cheng Guan's father and daughter heard this, they were even more grateful to Junci in horror.

"The grace of Engong's reconstruction, the little old man can't repay it, and please accept my three worships. Cheng Guanzhi, who felt that the pain all over his body had disappeared, was dressed properly, and he had to serve him with a big gift.

"Uncle Cheng doesn't need to be like this, in fact, I also have something to ask for. Junci stopped Cheng Guanzhi, who bowed his head and bowed, and asked sincerely.

"Engong, please say, Cheng will fight to the death. Cheng Guanzhi put on a posture of risking his life to repay Junci for saving his life

"This... Junci looked at Cheng Youdie on the side with some scruples.

Cheng Guanzhi, who was old and refined, immediately understood that he would take out dozens of spirit stones from his arms and hand them to his daughter: "Die'er, you go buy some spiritual food and wine and come back, I have a few words to say with Engong." ”

Seeing Cheng Youdie's cheerful figure drifting away, Jun Ci took out the letter from his arms and put it on the tea table and pushed it in front of Cheng Guanzhi.

"Can Uncle Cheng tell me the origin of this letter?" Junci saw that Cheng Guanzhi's face changed greatly when he saw this letter, and he knew in his heart that there must be a secret in this matter.

Cheng Guanzhi sighed and slowly told the whole story: "It is said that the ancestor was a small woodcutter in the Canglan realm, and once when he was going up the mountain to chop wood, he encountered a black and white tiger spirit, and jumped into a hidden crypt in a panic in order to survive, and found a dead body and this letterhead inside. It stands to reason that the ancestor should return to Zhao and return the bones and letterhead to the Lingxiao Sword Sect, but the ancestor wanted to worship your sect several times, but he was deliberately made difficult and cut off the immortal road, so he had a grudge in his head and intercepted this hot potato. As a result, it has been passed down from generation to generation, although the descendants have the intention to return the letterhead and bones to the Lingxiao Sword Sect, they are afraid that they will blame it, and this letterhead has become the heart disease of the Cheng family. ”

"In that case, why don't you burn the letterhead, it's a hundred. Junci asked pointedly.

"This letterhead and the bones of that powerful person are like a double-edged sword, and no one knows what the Ling Xiao Sword Sect will do to the Cheng family if they find out. When the Cheng family was prosperous, everyone would naturally hide this letter tightly so as not to cause trouble. But in case the Cheng family is ruined to the point of life and death, this may be the last straw. Cheng Guanzhi smiled bitterly.

After listening to the whole story, Junci was speechless, who would have thought that a generation of great powers would not be able to rest in peace because of this absurd reason.

"Where are my ancestor's bones now?" Junci felt a little dry in his throat.

"Buried by the ancestors on the Tyumen Mountains a hundred miles away. Speaking of which, Cheng Guanzhi doesn't plan to hide it.

"Can you take me to see it?" Junci couldn't wait to stand up.

Cheng Guanzhi suddenly hugged Junci's thigh and begged: "Engong, no matter what the fault is, the little old man is willing to bear it with all his might, I just ask you to have a way to live." She was too young to know anything. ”

Junci helped Cheng Guanzhi and said with relief: "The crime is not as good as the family, not to mention you innocent descendants, I will handle this matter properly, and it will never affect you and the young butterfly." ”

After receiving Junci's assurance, Cheng Guanzhi no longer had any scruples: "Engong, please wait a moment, I'll go change my clothes, bring my tools and leave." ”

Junci smiled and said, "Don't bother. ”

A gust of wind blew up the remnants of the leaves all over the ground, and the two disappeared in place.

On the Tyumen Mountain, when Junci took out Chen Fumo's bones from the ground, he had mixed feelings in his heart. The man of the year of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, the founder of the Fu Demon Academy, and the great power of the world in the mouth of Master Mo, has been buried alone outside this wilderness for thousands of years, and he has been accompanied by snakes, insects, rats and ants all day long, and he has no peace.

Bidding farewell to Cheng Guan's father and daughter, it was already sunset, and Junci walked on the sparsely populated streets with a heavy heart, frowning.

Finding the bones of the Demon Patriarch is naturally a great achievement for the sect, but what can be done so that Cheng Guan's father and daughter are not affected? Junci is in a dilemma.

Could it be that he made up an excuse to go out to play, but he accidentally encountered a hidden crypt, and as soon as he entered, he found the bones of the ancestor who had disappeared for thousands of years.

Such a naïve excuse, let alone the Great Elder, even a three-year-old child may not believe it.

"What should I do?" Junci looked at the horizon in the distance, stunned.

After a long time, the corners of Junci's mouth rose slightly, revealing a perfect arc.

Returning to the Tyumen Mountain, Jun Ci used his divine sense to sweep the radius of thousands of meters back and forth twice, and after confirming that there was no one, he hurriedly dug a hole in the ground with both hands, and secretly buried a golden object.

In this way, Junci was like a headless fly, digging pits with dogs everywhere in the mountains and fields.

Two hours later, Jun Ci was a little prostrated and said to the extreme who had turned into a form in the sea of consciousness: "The rest is up to you, remember that the time must be grasped well." ”

He said impatiently: "Don't worry, such a trivial matter is still worth your repeated advice? Look at your weak body, you haven't done anything and you're tired and sweating." ”

When Jun Ci heard this, he rolled his eyes angrily: "This is not thanks to you. ”

The two laughed and cursed, and Ji's figure gradually dissipated into the void, while Junci jumped up and headed towards the teleportation array of the sect in Canglan City.

Li Wenbin is a newly admitted disciple of Lingbao Academy of Lingxiao Sword Sect, although his family background is not bad, he can't stand it and practice the magic weapon into ashes six times in a row. In desperation, he could only take on the boring task of guarding the teleportation array to make up for the increasingly dry Qiankun bag.

Just when Li Wenbin lamented his ill-fated fate, the teleportation array not far away suddenly flashed with a puff of silver, and Junci's figure slowly walked out of it.

Li Wenbin saw the person coming clearly, and hurriedly cheered up. The current Junci can be said to be the man of the year in the Lingxiao Sword Sect, and the limelight can be said to be unparalleled for a while. First of all, he won the position of the chief disciple of the Demon Academy, and then he became famous in the fierce battle in the Dark Snake Palace, these are nothing, the most outrageous thing is that the battle of the Heavenly Wolf Valley made the Great Elder favor and praised it, and let him choose his own supernatural powers in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, what kind of honor is this?

"Hello Senior Brother Jun!" Li Wenbin straightened his chest unconsciously.

"Hello junior brother, it's really hard for you to be on duty so late!" Junci said with a warm smile.

"It's not hard, it's not hard! that's what I'm supposed to do. Li Wenbin waved his hand excitedly, he never expected Junci to take care of himself.

Jun Ci smiled and looked up at the full moon in the sky and exclaimed, "The moonlight tonight is so good. ”

After saying this, Junci seemed to realize that his behavior was inappropriate, and smiled apologetically at Li Wenbin, who was slightly stunned: "Come on, junior brother, you can do it!"

"Thank you, senior brother, I will work hard!" Encouraged by his idol, Li Wenbin excitedly shouted at Junci's distant back.

While using the Phantom Fairy Trail to fly towards the cave, Jun Ci glanced back at Li Wenbin, who was still waving at him, and muttered, "Ji, the rest is up to you." ”