In the closed formation, Ji Xin quickly moved to the side, and when Wuchenzi flew past him, he clicked on his acupoint.

At this moment, Ji Xin was even more shocked than Chang Geng Shangxian, he looked down at the black and round small stone in his hand, and a trace of absurdity suddenly hit his heart. This black stone was a gift from the master, and he always carried it with him when he was very young, and never left it. Due to his distraction, he forgot to grab Wuchenzi, the poor old man, and flew straight into the sea of fire.

Wuchenzi exclaimed loudly, the furnace of heaven and earth will really burn people to death.

When he heard the sound and scooped up the dust-free child, his hair, eyebrows, beard, and clothes were all burned. Fortunately, his cultivation was high enough, and he was not injured for the time being, his eyes were wide open, and he stared at his heart.

He raised his foot to extinguish the flames on Wuchenzi's clothes, but let him burn to the point of baldness, and with an absent-minded smirk, he put the black stone into the purple jade dragon pattern. Secretly pondered: Master said that this stone is the treasure of the Tianji Palace, and it is not allowed to be lost, the wonderful use of this magic weapon is indeed very similar to the creation of a jade dish, why didn't I think of it earlier? It seems that there is great hope for the resurrection of the mother.

At this moment, it was like a thunderbolt in mid-air, a cold light broke through the flames, stabbed the heart, and the heart dodged, and the right wrist was suddenly buckled, and he reacted very quickly, almost at the same time, he immediately reached out of his left hand, and made a gesture to pick the other party's eyeballs, and his fingers could touch the other party's eyelids.

The moment Chang Gengzi stretched out his hand, his body hurriedly leaned back, and his arm was obviously straightened, but when he heard a cluck, the arm suddenly grew again, and his sharp fingers and claws poked at his eyelids, so it didn't hurt.

After all, there is no deep hatred, and he can't bear to ruin people's eyes, so he turned his wrist downward, and pointed at the Hegu point on the back of Chang Gengzi's hand, and at the same time shook his right arm.

Chang Gengzi's mouth was in severe pain, and he only felt that the little Taoist's arm was as slippery as a swimming fish, and he was about to break free. He hissed, gritted his teeth, and instead of letting go, he grabbed it tighter. The five fingers are like iron hoops, and they firmly clasp the veins of the heart.

His heart suddenly became sore, he had no intention of hurting anyone, otherwise as long as he worked harder just now, at least it would be a lose-lose situation, and he would never be caught.

Li An shook his head gently, the senior brother's heart is not ruthless enough, he can't be a big devil, and he always suffers. On this point, he agreed with Master.

"Go down!"

Chang Gengzi was shocked and angry in his heart, pretending to laugh calmly, sealing the acupoint of the heart, lifting him high, and throwing him under the high platform.

In the guest seat, all the disciples of the Tianji Palace stood up, and the person who was the person who played the Fa for the Tianji Palace was thrown off the high platform in public, which was really a great shame for them.

The acupoint of the heart was sealed, the internal breath was not smooth, the demonic power in the body suddenly expanded sharply, and the obstacle was broken through in an instant, and the others were in mid-air, and suddenly a somersault turned upside down, and fell on the high platform gently and skillfully.

"Good!"

The disciples of the Heavenly Machine Palace cheered in unison, and only the pot man frowned.

In a flash of mirrorlight, Ang Lee stepped on the top of He Jiong's head, flew onto the high platform, and kicked Wuchenzi indiscriminately, like kicking away a small pebble. He said to Chang Gengzi with a serious expression: "When you tell some stories of your predecessors when you are acting the Fa, it is not without precedent to look at the present from the past.

"Let the heavenly ghost go on. ”

Everyone followed the prestige, only to see an old Taoist priest leaning out of half of his body from the Star Picking Pavilion, with a small silver sword stuck in his bun, and a light blue shirt loosely tied with a belt.

This old man's hair has been completely white, but his skin is very smooth, only some small wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and there is a sense of peace between his light eyebrows and eyes. Such an ordinary appearance is not easy to find in the crowd, but it is lined with the temperament of light and dust, and no matter how ordinary the eyebrows and eyes are, they are also pleasing to the eye.

Although he has only met once or twice, Li An has a deep memory, he is Donghao Shenjun.

Everyone stopped making noise and saluted Donghao Shenjun.

In the silence, his gaze crossed the crowd and landed on a peak in the distance, slowly combing through the rampaging demonic power in his body, leading everyone back to twenty-two years ago.

At that time, people had just temporarily settled down from years of war, and the world was not peaceful.

Bounded by the Changchun River, Jiangnan is Yongguo, 36 prefectures and counties in Jiangbei, 14 prefectures are under the rule of Yongguo, and the rest, including Kunyu Mountain, are the territory of Western Chu. Relations between the two countries were not friendly, and there were some times when they attacked each other, and even during the truce, there were often minor frictions on the border. The border army called the act of looting the other party's walled city as beating the grass valley.

In troubled times, there will be demons.

Taiyi can only protect one side, more than 100 miles out of the mountain gate, there are large and small bandit villages, the vast majority of the cottages, are composed of displaced people, they are forced to make a living, gather in the mountains, do business without capital.

There are also some cottages, there are very few people, all choose in places with abundant spiritual energy, among which there are scattered cultivators, and there are also monsters disguised as humans, they generally do not kill ordinary merchants who pass by, and often practice behind closed doors, and there are weak monks passing by, so they come out to take advantage of the chaos to rob, kill people and seize treasures. Sometimes he pretended to be a disciple of Taiyi and asked for money from passing merchants, and people who didn't know thought that Taiyi was so depraved.

For the latter type of bandits, Donghao Shenjun has a lot of headaches, and there are still two years before the Hongmeng Festival, and he sent a large number of disciples to clean up Kunyu Mountain.

Just in time for a drizzle that lasted for several days, the mountains were flooded, the roads were muddy and difficult to walk, everyone cleared a few cottages, exhausted, and the blood when going down the mountain gradually cooled down, just looking for a place to drink a cup of hot water and rest.

It was close to dusk, and there was a slight chill. Li Yifan is too serious, and his popularity is not good, because he always rushes to the front, and he has suffered some injuries that are not light or serious. Everyone walked in the rain for a long time, and suddenly their eyes lit up, and a meteor crossed the sky, dragging a long tail flame.

Perhaps God heard the longing of everyone's hearts, and they suddenly saw a flickering light not far ahead.

When I got closer, I found that this is a very lively town, which is about to fall into the night, and the streets are full of pedestrians, and the lights are as bright as day, which can clearly reflect the bluestone lines on the road.

Today is Halloween, and at every intersection, a rockery is lit with musk borneol and other materials, lighting and heating, and the incense mist is swirling. From time to time, people collect incense ashes and sprinkle them on lotus lanterns.

A woman wearing a hat carried a lantern to the edge of the small river that passed through the town, pushed the lantern into the water, watched it drift with the tide, and prayed: "The Midyear Festival is suddenly coming, the lotus flower is dead, the ghost door is opened, and all the souls return to their hometown." ”