In the trial tower, the nameless monk had already been helped up by Jiang Huan, the nameless monk at this time sat on the ground, his face was stiff, his hands were weakly placed, his cloudy eyes were full of sorrow, and the demon pestle was suspended on the right side of the nameless monk, and there was a slight mournful sound in the pestle.

Jiang Huan sat in front of the nameless monk, looking at the nameless monk and the demon slaying pestle with sympathetic eyes, his mind was full of thoughts, and he said gently: "In this way, should I call you He Qun or Zukong?"

With tears in his eyes, the nameless monk shook his head slightly, trying to open his hoarse throat. "Huh...... It's a shameful name! You still call me He Qun......

Jiang Huan nodded calmly, looking like he wanted to speak and stopped, and suddenly, a thought flashed in his heart. "According to what He Qun said, could it be that the battle before Li Bai's predecessor ascended was provoked by Xuan Ming? Li Bai brought He Qun to the trial tower, did he already know that someone could help He Qun in the future? What kind of place is the Demon Gate, is it the land of the Demon Clan?"

While Jiang Huan was pondering, He Qun spoke, waking Jiang Huan up from his contemplation. "Okay, now that I've left Shura's body, it's time to go back to where I need to go!"

"Where should I go?" Jiang Huan frowned, thinking that He Qun would be able to leave the trial tower, and asked tentatively.

He Qun was in a heavy mood, looking at the Demon Descending Pestle with remorseful eyes, and the muddy tears slowly flowed, and he said sadly: "As early as thousands of years ago, I should have died! But for the sake of the child, I created a monstrous killing, and even the child was trapped in the Demon Descending Pestle...... I ......"

Suddenly, He Qun's eyes flashed with a hint of joy, looked at Jiang Huan hopefully, and said excitedly: "By the way, since you can save me, can you save my son?"

"This ...... Let me think about it......"

Jiang Huan's tone was stunned, and he knew in his heart that he was powerless, but he didn't want to hit He Qun, so he had to ask the sword spirit quietly.

He Qun's eyelids kept shaking, but he still struggled to open them, not letting his eyes close, and looked at Jiang Huan with hope.

"Sword Spirit, is there anything you can do?"

After Jiang Huan's idea was conveyed to the sword spirit, the sword spirit did not respond, but on the Qinglian sword in Jiang Huan's dantian, a ray of light quickly poured into Jiang Huan's mind.

"Humanity is slim, and the fairy road is boundless.

Ghosts are happy, and they are the door of life.

The immortal road is noble, and the ghost road is expensive.

The fairy road is often auspicious, and the ghost road is often self-murderous.

High and clear and beautiful, sad and beautiful space,

......

Reciting demons and spirits, cutting off the six ghost peaks, the weather is swinging, and my Tao is prosperous. ”

"What is this?" Regarding the sudden appearance of the message, a different color flashed in Jiang Huan's eyes, and he couldn't help whispering softly.

As soon as Jiang Huan spoke, the voice of the sword spirit sounded in his mind.

"The old master had expected this day, this is the old master from his hometown to bring the "Sutra of Salvation", you run the true qi to the three major acupuncture points of Baihui, Shenting, and Tanzhong, and recite this sutra 7749 times quietly, you can release the remnant soul in the demon pestle!"

"Li Bai's predecessor left, since he has this "Sutra of Saving People", why don't you just release the remnant soul of that child?" Jiang Huan's expression was surprised, his mind moved, and he opened his mouth to ask the sword spirit.

"The old master thought about it at the beginning, but who knew that the child's remnant soul didn't want to come out, saying that he wanted to accompany his father......!

After the sword spirit explained, Jiang Huan's doubts in his heart were even worse, and he was about to say something, when the voice of the sword spirit suddenly sounded in his mind. "Master, all this is the bureau of the old master. But now that the time has not come, the old master has been banned, if you want to know more, only by gradually unlocking the seal of the Qinglian Sword can I tell you slowly!"

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Huan felt helpless, gathered his thoughts, and nodded solemnly to He Qun.

Seeing this, He Qun's stiff face showed a hint of joy, his eyes showed a frenzied joy, and the demon slaying pestle beside him trembled even more fiercely.

Then, Jiang Huan stood up, and with a move of his right hand, the demon pestle fell into his hand.

Jiang Huan held the demon pestle in his hand, retreated back, stopped a few feet away from He Qun, and sat cross-legged in place.

After sitting down, Jiang Huan put the demon subduing pestle in front of him, pinched the seal with both hands, and the silver-white true qi in the dantian slowly flowed.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Huan's eyelids drooped, and the silver-white true qi in his body rotated slightly, turning into three identical true qi, which flowed to the three acupoints of Baihui, Shenting, and Tanzhong respectively, and ran calmly at the three major acupoints.

During the operation of the true qi, the white light flickered behind Jiang Huan, and above the fingertips of both hands, three wisps of white true qi lingered.

"Humanity is slim, and the fairy road is boundless.

Ghosts are happy, and they are the door of life.

The immortal road is noble, and the ghost road is noble......

Uh-huh......"

After the true qi run, Jiang Huan began to recite the "Duren Sutra" silently, and when he was reciting silently, Jiang Huan suddenly snorted, it turned out that the golden true qi in his body suddenly rioted, giving birth to a strong sense of resistance, and rushed aimlessly in the dantian, but at this moment, a trace of white light flashed above the dantian, and the golden light true qi instantly calmed down and shrunk into a golden sphere.

"Hmm!" Jiang Huan snorted, He Qun's eyes trembled, and he looked at Jiang Huan anxiously.

After the golden true qi subsided, Jiang Huan's eyelids trembled slightly, and he didn't think much about it, and began the silent recitation of the "Duren Sutra" again.

"Humanity is slim, and the fairy road is boundless.

Ghosts are happy, and they are the door of life.

The immortal road is noble, and the ghost road is expensive.

The fairy road is often auspicious, and the ghost road is often self-murderous.

Gao Shangqing Lingmei, sad song and space, I hope that the heavens will be successful, I don't want to be humane and poor, the northern capital Quanmiao Mansion, there are thousands of ghosts in the ......"

This time, Jiang Huan's silent recitation was very smooth, with Jiang Huan's silent recitation, the white light behind him became brighter and brighter, and countless strange and virtual white talisman seals escaped from the body, the talisman shimmered, and the orderly arrangement surrounded Jiang Huan's side, Jiang Huan's figure was completely covered by a piece of white light.

After Jiang Huan finished each silent recitation, the white talismans around him became a little clearer, and the white light released was even stronger.

In the end, after 7749 times of silent recitation, the clear white talisman seal trembled violently, and it was poured into the demon subduing pestle on the ground endlessly, and in just a few breaths, countless talisman seals were gone, completely submerged into the demon subduing pestle.

Jiang Huan's eyes opened, he got up and stepped aside, and stood calmly with his hands in his hands.

After the talisman seal was completely submerged in the demon pestle, the demon pestle suddenly floated up, suspended in the air several feet above the ground, the golden pestle body trembled, and the white and golden light were released alternately.

"Little... Tiger... The demon pestle suddenly changed, He Qun's eyes were excited, and a hoarse voice came out.

Suddenly, the red dots on the pestle shone brightly, and the golden and white rays were all annihilated, and the pestle itself did not move.

"What's going on!"

The light suddenly disappeared, Jiang Huan opened his mouth in surprise, He Qun also trembled excitedly, and the cloudy tears in his eyes surged.

......

When the light dissipated, in the depths of the trial tower, Shangguan Wuji and Xing Sen had left at some point, and Li Lao, who was lying on the bed, trembled his eyelids and scolded angrily. "Stinky boy, what a fool!"

......

"Master, there is a six-character mantra of Buddhism on the demon pestle, but the "Duren Sutra" belongs to the Taoist law, and the two are mutually exclusive, resulting in the "Duren Sutra" invalid......" When Jiang Huan was surprised, the sword spirit hurriedly transmitted the sound and said the reason for the change.

"Then what should I do? Isn't the "Sutra of Salvation" not as good as the six-character mantra of Buddhism?" Jiang Huan frowned and said a little anxiously.

Immediately afterwards, the phantom of the sword spirit appeared in Jiang Huan's mind, he shook his head gently, and solemnly explained to Jiang Huan: "I can't say that, there is no difference between the "Duren Sutra" and the six-character mantra, just because this word is determined to be in which group Xuantong was sealed in the beginning. Thousands of years ago, Xuantong's cultivation had already been cultivated, and his seal must have been extremely strong, even after thousands of years of consumption, it was not something that the master's half-step foundation cultivation could shake!"

"Then what should I do now......" Jiang Huan felt powerless and asked helplessly.

"Originally, here, the only person who could lift the Om Character Determination Mark was He Qun, but now that his cultivation has been lost, he has no ability......" Sword Spirit said helplessly.

Jiang Huan looked at He Qun, looking at He Qun who looked disappointed, Jiang Huan also felt helpless.

"It stands to reason that when Xuantong and the old master laid out this game, they should have guessed the accident and left a way to crack it, but ........." Sword Spirit stroked his chin with his small hand, falling into deep thought, and his immature voice sounded in Jiang Huan's mind.

Hearing this, Jiang Huan tried his best to restrain his mood, calmly looked at the demon pestle, and looked at the red light point in contemplation.

Suddenly, Jiang Huan's eyes lit up, he looked at He Qun excitedly, and said excitedly: "Senior, I have a way!"

When Jiang Huan spoke, a trace of excitement flashed in He Qun's eyes, but at this moment, He Qun suddenly struggled with a painful expression, and his body was slowly dissipating.

"Please... Please... Save... Save the little... Huzi ...... "After a few breaths, He Qun's lower body became almost transparent, but he still looked at Jiang Huan excitedly, and pleaded hard in a hoarse voice.

"I will! I will!" Looking at He Qun who dissipated, Jiang Huan knew that He Qun's physical body had long been aged, and he used to rely on the power of Shura to maintain it, and Qinglian's true qi had also been maintained for a while, but sometimes his manpower was exhausted, and his physical body would eventually dissipate, even Jiang Huan could not do anything.

Soon, He Qun's upper body gradually dissipated, and when He Qun's physical body was about to completely dissipate, he struggled, exerted all his strength, and shouted in grief: "Ah... Yes!... If there is an afterlife, it is better to enter the netherworld than to enter the sand gate... Door!!"

In the blink of an eye, He Qun's physical body had completely dissipated, and at the moment he dissipated, a vague gray light flowed out of his body, unconsciously submerging into the demon pestle.

......

"Hmm, drink!" As soon as He Qun disappeared, Li Lao's eyes opened instantly, his eyes flashed, and with a slight tap of his right hand, a ray of light wrapped the nineteenth layer of the trial tower.

"It's okay, it's okay, I almost let the stinky boy go to the twentieth floor!"

......

But in this space, his angry shouts still echoed, as if to express his unwillingness.

He Qun's voice echoed, and Jiang Huan's eyes were complicated and whispered softly: "I'd rather enter the Netherworld than enter the Shamen..."

After chanting a few times, Jiang Huan's expression was shocked, and he calmly walked around the demon pestle, and the top of his right hand was wrapped in a faint and white light at some point, and a clear "swastika" in his palm flashed.

Jiang Huan's right hand twisted slightly, his palm slightly held against the red dot on the demon slaying pestle, and said softly in his mouth: "Mighty King Kong Palm...... Whew!"

Then, the white light of the word "swastika" on the right hand flashed, and the red dot of the demon pestle flickered, and there was a golden light flashing from time to time, and around the red dot, a golden "swastika" loomed.

Suddenly, the white light in Jiang Huan's hand was even worse, and the word "swastika" on the red dot was clearer, with the flashing of light, the word "swastika" gradually wrapped the red dot, and when the red dot was completely covered by the golden light, Jiang Huan's right hand suddenly retracted, and the golden light cluster on the demon pestle also fell off suddenly, turning into a streamer and submerged into Jiang Huan's palm.

The golden light cluster fell off, and the red light point disappeared, looking at the demon slaying pestle in the air, Jiang Huan smiled happily, he knew that he had succeeded! Because just now, he suddenly saw a "swastika" on the red dot flashing, and remembered the mark when he cast the powerful Vajra palm, so he thought of this method.

"Master, you've succeeded!" the Om Word Decisive Mark disappeared, and the Sword Spirit hurriedly said excitedly.

"Hmm! I didn't expect the mighty Vajra palm to have such a miraculous effect, it seems that the cloth between Master Xuantong and Li Bai's predecessors is too deep and too deep......" Jiang Huan bowed his head lightly, thinking secretly in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Huan took off the demon pestle, sat cross-legged again, and continued according to the method just now.

......

A moment later, countless white talismans began to submerge into the Demon Descending Pestle, and Jiang Huan stepped aside, calmly watching the changes.

When all the white talismans dissipated, the demon pestle began to rise gently, and a faint white light escaped from the pestle's body, forming a white mist around the pestle, wrapping the demon pestle.

Jiang Huan's expression remained unchanged, his eyes looked at Bai Wu with hopeful eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, as the white mist began to dissipate, the demon pestle also fell calmly, and at the same time that the white mist dissipated completely, the demon pestle also happened to fall gently to the ground.

After the demon pestle landed, two blurred figures in the pestle gradually appeared.

Jiang Huan's consciousness was shocked, and his eyes were confused, but he felt that there were people nearby. "Hey, someone!"

After a few breaths, two looming figures were revealed, one was He Qun, and the other was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old teenager.

Jiang Huan rubbed me, looked at the figure in front of him, and said happily: "He Qun seniors! It's you!"

He Qun's figure flickered, pulling the young man tightly, and nodding to Jiang Huan with a smile.

Suddenly, the space in the trial tower fluctuated suddenly, and two figures, one black and one white, appeared instantly, and in the blink of an eye, they came to He Qun's side, with their backs to Jiang Huan.

The black and white figure was highlighted, Jiang Huan was shocked, and when he saw these two people appearing in the tower silently, he hurriedly shouted: "Who are you?"

As soon as the words fell, the black and white figure froze, and a cold voice suddenly sounded, with a little surprise in his words. "Hey, Brother Hei, can anyone see us?"

The black and white figure turned around, and the moment he turned around, Jiang Huan's heart jumped suddenly, and his eyes showed a look of fear.