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The sky was dark, wilderness on all sides, heavy rain, and muddy roads.

A figure emerges from the rain.

This is a gray-headed old man, with a majestic countenance, a tall figure, and a long, thick-backed knife tightly held in his hand.

He was soaking wet at the moment, the brocade robe on his body was already splashed with mud, and there was a faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

The old man paused slightly, glanced behind him, his face was slightly frightened, and then looked around, the rain was so heavy that he couldn't see his body clearly, and he didn't know where he was.

He tightened the long knife in his hand, gasped for breath, and after a few breaths, he immediately moved forward again, completely oblivious to the muddy water on the ground.

On his broad back, there were many faint scars, three of which were the most conspicuous, and the blood was pouring out, dripping on the ground, and being washed away by the rain.

Half a quarter of an hour later, two figures flew by, and with a quick moment of identification, they went in the direction of the old man's departure, like two clouds of green smoke under the cover of the rain.

The old man ran wildly for more than ten miles, the blood on his back was not stopping, his face was as pale as paper, his steps were getting heavier and heavier, and the heavy rain hit his body, and he already felt cold and biting.

In the rain curtain ahead, a little light was faintly revealed.

The old man hurriedly walked forward, and saw that it was an abandoned dilapidated Taoist temple, the fire flashed inside, and it seemed that there were people hiding from the rain inside, he was already a little unable to support it, and strode into the temple.

In the Taoist temple, the space is not large, on the high platform in the middle, a clay statue of the god is crooked to one side, not even a head, the cobwebs in the temple are everywhere, dusty, and I don't know that it has been abandoned \u5f

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In the corner of the side of the high platform, there is a pile of firewood, and the fire is bright.

In front of the fire, there was a ten-year-old little Taoist priest sitting cross-legged, this little Taoist priest had an ordinary face, a peaceful expression, and was holding a branch in his hand, where he was waving left and right.

When he saw the old man come in, he nodded to him, said hello, and began to wave the branch in his hand again.

The old man saw that the little Taoist priest's eyes were flat, his movements were slow between swings, he had no strength at all, and there were still a few breaths between swings and strokes, he didn't know what he was doing, but it was certain that he was an ordinary person with no cultivation.

He walked to the fire and said, "Chief, borrow the fire to warm your body." ”

The little Taoist priest waved the branch and said lightly: "Feel free!".

Seeing that the little Taoist priest didn't seem to be willing to talk more, he didn't say much, sat down in front of the fire, took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out a pill and took it, closed his eyes and began to heal his wounds.

He was so angry that he was engrossed in shrinking the wound on his back.

The Taoist temple was silent, only the sound of burning wood.

This little Taoist priest is none other than Qin Shi!

He could see at a glance that the old man was seriously injured, and he must be in trouble, but he didn't know what was going on, and he didn't want to take care of it rashly.

After a while, the branch in Qin Shi's hand suddenly paused, looked at the darkness outside the gate, and then looked at the old man who closed his eyes and healed, and smiled.

After a dozen breaths, the old man's ears moved suddenly, he opened his eyes, grasped the handle of the long knife beside him, jumped his body, and hid behind the clay sculpture on the high platform.

Qin Shi frowned slightly and shook his head.

A gust of wind blew, and the two figures were silent, and suddenly appeared in front of the gate, like ghosts walking out of the darkness.

Two figures stepped into the view, and it turned out to be two middle-aged people.

One of these two people is slightly taller, with a face full of flesh, and a fierce expression, but they are wearing a green gauze crown, a scholar's gown, and a scholar's dress, which is indescribably strange.

The slightly shorter one is round and chubby, with a kind face, and is still dressed as a Taoist priest.

When the two saw Qin Shi in front of the fire, the fat Taoist priest smiled slightly, and saluted with the gestures of the standard Daomen: "Fellow Daoist, hiding from the rain here, have you ever seen someone come in?"

The vicious man over there had already quietly arrived in front of the clay sculpture.

Qin Shi only glanced at the fat Taoist priest and turned his head away.

These two people, like the old man, are both people who practice martial arts, and their cultivation is also in the realm of the eight veins of the Tongqi Sutra, and their cultivation in the martial arts is already very strong.

However, the aura of the two of them is obviously not the right path, and there is a faint layer of blood on the body, I don't know how many people have been killed, Qin Shi doesn't bother to pay attention to them, with the cultivation of the two of them, he can't see Qin Shi's bottom line.

Seeing that Qin Shi ignored him, the fat Taoist priest still had a smile on his face, but a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes.

The wicked man, without warning, suddenly struck out and slapped his palm on the headless clay sculpture.

'Boom!' The clay sculpture was torn apart, a long knife poked out, and five knives were slashed out in a row, blocking the follow-up palm of the scholar, and the old man behind the long knife turned around in the air, fell to the ground, and retreated four or five steps in a row.

"Hahaha, Song Tiehe, your 'Iron Crane is not bad' has been broken by us, and the third master of the 'Heavenly List' is nothing more than that, hand over the things!" The fierce man laughed wildly.

The old man Jiang Tiehe's face was miserable, and he said: "The two great protectors of the Demon Gate are deviant and apostated, you have chased and killed the old man for thousands of miles, do you know who this thing is for?"

"Who do you care about? Even if Zhang Yihang, the number one master of the 'Heavenly List', 'Rising Sun Divine Spear', comes, we will take off his skin and then remove the bones! You so-called masters, in the eyes of my Holy Gate, are nothing!" the vicious man said with a wicked smile.

The fat Taoist also smiled kindly and nodded slightly.

Jiang Tiehe said coldly: "What if I say that this thing is wanted by the Great Grandmaster of Bu Canghai?"

Deviant and apostate stagnate at the same time, and the smile is condensed on the face!

Even Qin Shi was slightly concerned.

Bu Canghai, the great master of martial arts, the spiritual leader of martial arts, and the immortal martial arts wizard!

Especially after the Supreme Grandmaster Ming Donglou disappeared in the 'Nine Broken Gorge', the name Bu Canghai was in the eyes of the Martial Dao Cultivators

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As for the so-called 'Heavenly List' is just the Acquired Martial Arts Ranking made by good deeds, the gap between the so-called 'Heavenly List' No. 1 master and Bu Canghai can't be calculated at all!

Deviant and apostated, his face is cloudy.

When the Demon Gate was in its heyday, there was the sect master of the Demon Gate, and Chiwang Mountain, the first master of the Demon Dao, was in charge, and he was not afraid of stepping into the sea.

However, Chiwang Mountain has not appeared at all in the past few years, and even they, as the two protectors of the Demon Gate, do not know where Chiwang Mountain has gone, and even some people in the Demon Gate have rumored that Chiwang Mountain is dead, but before it is confirmed, no one dares to say it because of the fierce power of Chiwang Mountain.

Without the demon gate of Chiwang Mountain, can you dare to provoke the sea?

The deviant and apostate expression changed, and he was obviously very hesitant. Song Tiehe was nervous and didn't speak.

After a while, the ruthlessness in the apostate flashed in his eyes, and he said word by word: "The Ice Hell Cold Sutra is the supreme classic of the legendary millennium ago, after cultivation, it can be condensed into ice, ten zhang of ice, and all kinds of magic, it is worth gambling with your life!"

Lijing was silent for a while, and said fiercely: "It's a big deal to hide, wait for the cultivation to become a great achievement, and then go and do it!"

Song Tiehe's face changed greatly, he took out something wrapped in animal skin from his arms, and threw it at the fire in front of Qin Shi, obviously wanting to burn the "Ice Hell Cold Sutra", so that he could not get the deviant and apostasy.

Deviant, apostate and angry, while chasing after the animal skin wrap.

Song Tiehe's long knife flashed, desperately blocking the way of the two.

The three of them all went out with all their strength, and they hit each other more than a dozen times in an instant, Song Tiehe's long knife was broken in two, and his tall body flew out upside down, hitting the high platform, his right arm bones were shattered, and there was a bloody hole in his abdomen, and his breath was like a gossamer.

Deviant and apostate didn't care about killing Song Tiehe, and at the same time rushed towards the fire, hoping to snatch the animal skin package out of the fire.

Then the two of them stopped at the same time, and their faces showed joy.

I saw that the little Taoist priest was in a good time, holding the animal skin package in his hand, peeling it off layer by layer, and taking out a book that had been yellowed.

"Ice Hell Cold Sutra"!