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Dozens of miles away from Andu City, there are nine mountain ranges, like nine divine dragons, surrounding Andu City.

On one of the peaks, a middle-aged man in silver armor sat under a big tree on the edge of the cliff, meditating and pranayama.

He sat there with his eyes closed, but he had a majestic atmosphere of a deep stop.

In the sky, a small black dot fell straight down, but it was a goshawk.

The goshawk reached the top of the silver-armored man's head, and with a flick of his wings, he landed on his shoulders.

The silver-armored man opened his eyes, took a small bamboo tube from the goshawk's feet, poured out a paper scroll from it, and spread it out.

There was only one line on the scroll: "There is a change, abandon it, and it cannot be moved for the time being!" ”

The silver-armored man frowned, grabbed the paper roll tightly in his hand, and Huo Ran stood up, it turned out that he was nine feet tall.

He looked in the direction of Andu City for a while, and then raised his voice: "Pass my order, so that everywhere cannot be moved." ”

In the woods on the mountain, there was a faint sound of squeezing.

The silver-armored man raised his hand, and the paper roll in his hand turned into powder and scattered.

He took a step, as if he was about to step into the woods in front of him, and suddenly he stepped on the ground, and in the next moment, he was already in front of a boulder on the left, and smashed his fist into the boulder.

This punch was full of powerful momentum, and the boulder suddenly fell apart.

A fist covered with a layer of purple leather armor poked out from the chaos of stones, not dodging or dodging, but also domineering and unserved, facing the fist of the silver-armored man.

The two fists collided, and there was a muffled sound, like a sudden dry thunder, and the surrounding grass, trees, soil and stones within ten zhang were all turned into powder.

A tall figure flew upside down, spitting out three mouthfuls of blood in the air, and the sound of broken bones continued to sound, and its momentum did not stop, and it fell straight off the cliff.

Three black-clothed people stepped out of the woods, and when they saw this silver-armored man looking at the cliff, they were about to bow down and ask for guilt, but they heard the silver-armored man wave his hand slightly, and said lightly: "No wonder you, the person who came is the sect master of the Demon Sect!"

The three men in black saw his gesture and silently retreated into the woods.

The silver-armored man moved, and disappeared in place

The bright moon hangs high, and everything is silent.

In the city of Andu, in the view of the teacher, the door of the main hall in the middle opens without wind.

Qin Shi appeared in the hall holding the black pattern wrapped in blue light.

He glanced at the three statues on it, his hands shook slightly, and the blue light disappeared.

The black pattern lost its blue light, but in this hall, it no longer dissipated, and even wanted to fly towards the previous statue.

Qin Shi raised the blue light in his hand again, controlled the pattern, and looked at the statue, slightly surprised in his heart.

This statue is actually Chen Mingying!

Chen Mingying died early tomorrow, and with Qin Shi's current knowledge, he knew that the 'Beidou Book of Changing Lives' he was talking about directly acted on the soul, and it was very likely that even the soul had already dissipated and would never return to the world, how could this be?

Qin Shi's heart moved.

The man he met in the palace was pretending to be the Heavenly Master Taoist Master.

The man was about to blow himself up, apparently controlled by the black pattern.

There are all kinds of signs that this Heavenly Master Taoist Sect Master seems to know that someone is coming to him!

The way of the Heavenly Master's technique is the best in the ancestral continent, and from the point of view of Chen Mingying and his senior brother who are hundreds of miles with the wind, there are still many mysteries.

When it was said that Chen Mingying's relics were left in Zuzhou, could this Taoist master really get Chen Mingying's legacy, and if he cultivated the way of mathematics, he could even accurately infer his own good fortune and evil? In this way, it seems that his talent is far above Chen Mingying, and his way of magic is not stronger than Li Changfeng?

If this is the case, it will be difficult to find this person!

And his purpose is even more difficult to guess!

Qin Shi turned around, was about to leave, arrived at the door, looked back at the three statues, thought about it, stretched out his hand, and collected the three statues, and then walked out of the hall.

Qin Shi didn't move, and the punch dissolved in silence.

The man stopped suddenly, turned around, looked at Qin Shi, and said, "Good cultivation, even Li Qihua, the king of Nasu, can't do it.

This person was a majestic and tall old man with a gray head, wearing a purple robe, and his momentum was terrifying.

However, blood was leaking from the corner of his mouth, his right hand was hanging down and twisted, and a purple leather armor was raised on it, which had been torn open several times, and it could be seen that his entire metacarpal bone had been shattered.

Qin Shi said lightly: "Your heart vein is close to breaking, if you use your true qi again, you won't live for an hour." ”

The old man laughed and said, "I originally wanted to kill Li Qihua, but I didn't want to fall to such a point. I only thought that his martial arts had passed through the boundaries of heaven and man, and no one was invincible except for the Ming East Building. I just want to try to kill Ren Xikong again before I die, but I don't want to, you are stronger than Li Qihua, when I say that my demon gate is destroyed, if you go, I can't escape!

Qin Shi looked at his face, and suddenly said: "Brother Chu, I haven't seen you for decades, it turns out that you have the inheritance of Chiwang Mountain! With your surname, it is really suitable!&"

When the old man heard Qin Shi's 'Brother Chu', he was stunned for a moment, looking at Qin Shi in a daze, thinking hard in his mind.

Qin Shi glanced at the purple sleeve in his hand and said, "This sleeve made of the skin of the 'Purple Gold Clam' seems to be really suitable for you!"

The old man's eyes widened suddenly, and he blurted out, "You...... Are you the little Taoist priest who killed the 'Purple Gold Clam' before the temple was broken?&"

Qin Shi nodded.

This old man turned out to be the Chu Crazy Song that Qin Shi met on the hill outside Mingwei Villa and fought the purple gold clams at night!

Chu Yangge hesitated, but his face was not happy, but he was more strict, and said in a deep voice: "It turns out that you are Ren Xikong, no wonder you had that kind of means back then!&"

Qin Shi smiled and said, "Who said that I am Ren Xikong? Ren Xikong is not here, and I am also here to find him." ”

Chu Madge looked at Qin Shi fixedly, knowing that if he was really Ren Xikong, he could directly take his surname when he was on the verge of death, and he would never say such a thing again, and after thinking about this, his heart suddenly relaxed.

Originally, he used a breath of innate true qi to protect the heart veins that were about to break, and wanted to come to try to see if he could kill the Taoist master before he died, but at this moment, Ren Xikong was not there, but he met Qin Shi, and he was in his heart, and there was no place to use it, and his true qi immediately dissipated and fell into dying.

Qin Shi sighed lightly, gently grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and a true yuan was injected into Chu Yangge's body, protecting his heart

Daming Fengnanfu, far away more than 3,000 miles south of Andu, is located in the middle of nowhere.

Outside Jiangzhou County, Fengnan Prefecture, deep in the mountains, in a valley, there are three simple thatched houses with earthen walls.

Jiangzhou County has few people and many mountains, it is far away, and there are many wild beasts in the mountains, which are even more inhabited.

The three huts are old, and two of them have long since collapsed, leaving only the remnants of the walls. The remaining one is also leaking everywhere, and the thatch on the roof is long gone, and you can look up at the sky. The night was dark, and the clouds covered the moon.

In this thatched hut, there is a figure sitting on a plate, looking at a small piece of white paper in his hand, and the surrounding dark environment has no effect on him.

On this white paper, it is written, 'Leaving Andu, there is a catastrophe!'

The black shadow glanced around, he knew that there were many complex formations in this place, and it was where the Heavenly Master Dao predecessors lived, so when he received this note, he immediately thought of avoiding here.

It was the safest place he knew.

The night was getting thicker, and suddenly, a blue light flashed in the sky, falling to the ground, and a blue-robed scribe appeared.

He stood at the mouth of the valley, looked around, flipped in his right hand, and a disc appeared.

He pushed the disc for a moment, looked at the darkness of the valley, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and stepped into the valley.

There was silence in this valley.

The blue-robed scribe walked lightly, like a leisurely stroll, and stopped from time to time to look around, nodded slightly, and his face was full of appreciation. In less than half an hour, he had reached the place thirty feet before the hut.

He slowed down suddenly, took a step, and then stopped and thought for a few breaths before he took another step.

At this thirty feet of distance, he walked for nearly a quarter of an hour before he came to the hut.

He originally had a smile on his face, but when he arrived in front of the hut, his smile suddenly narrowed, and he looked at the earthen wall in front of him, as if he wanted to see through the earthen wall and see inside.

After a while, the blue-robed scribe outside the room showed surprise in his eyes, stretched out his hand and wiped it around his waist, and in his left hand there was a crimson rune paper with silver dots of light.

He sat down outside the hut, bit his fingertips, and drew on the rune paper one by one.

His hands were slow, but there was no pause, and there was still a feeling of being done in one go.

The black shadow in this hut is unconscious.

After dozens of breaths, the green-robed scribe put his fingers away, lifted the talisman seal, looked at it for a while, felt satisfied, and stood up and threw the talisman into the air. The talisman reached the sky above the hut and fell straight towards the black shadow.

The black shadow was unaware of this rune paper, and was dropped by this rune paper and stopped at the top gate.

The blue-robed scribe stepped into the hut, looked at the black shadow carefully for a while, nodded slightly, and let out a soft exclamation from his mouth.

With a flick of his hand, he cleared the ground of debris, revealing a small stone box.

The crate had been discarded here for some years, and the body of the crate was cracked everywhere, and it was full of mud.

The blue-robed scribe didn't care, so he fiddled with the stone box for a while, sat down, and pushed it on the disc in his hand, his face gradually showing surprise.

He stopped, thought for a moment, turned his gaze to the dark shadow again, and suddenly reached out and grabbed a small piece of paper from him.

The blue-robed scribe looked at the piece of paper, and his eyes were even more surprised, and he pushed again on the disc.

This time, his expression was much more solemn.

After a whole hour or so, he breathed a sigh of relief, got up, walked out of the hut, went into the woods outside, walked for a while, found a small tree with a bowl mouth, and waved it twice, and the middle of the small tree was cut into a rectangular plank half a foot long.

He casually carved a few illegible seal characters on the wooden board, walked back to the hut, and threw the wooden board in his hand towards the black shadow.

The shadow vanished suddenly.

Where he had been, only the plank stood on the ground, and there was a sigil on it.

The green-robed scribe casually put away the plank, and sighed lightly: "The Dao Heart Cause and Effect Oath is really troublesome, you can't search for souls, you can't harm anyone, you have to spend so much effort to calculate it yourself, or go to that Andu."

Take a walk through the city!

He turned into blue light and rushed up.