It was a piece of black -purple stone with egg size, with a vague text engraved on the surface.

Yu Hong carefully identified it as if it was in the second night.

"star!?"

He remembered unconsciously.

After reading it, he found something wrong.

‘Actually xing ??!’

He instantly found the clue of the Xing of Xing, which was also found in the dark disaster.

There is also a clue of Xing in the disaster. Does this mean that the two disasters have some unknown connection between them?

Yu Hong took the stone and squeezed it gently.

Click.

Suddenly, the stone was like tofu, and it was broken.

Immediately after the stone turned into a purple and black powder, it instantly flew into the surface of the inheritance of the inheritance of his chest and wrapped its thick package.

After several breathing, Guanghan returned to its original state. The layer of powder on the surface was absorbed as water, and disappeared without a trace.

And Guanghan itself seems to become brighter and shiny.

With this change in macro, he did not have time to stop it, nor did he plan to stop it.

This seems to be a good thing.

He tried to enter a little bit.

'Hungry'

‘So hungry.’

A lot of spiritual fluctuations than before, revealing it from Guanghan, that is often hungry.

The breath of hunger and fluctuations is at least twice as strong.

‘It’ s indeed a good thing. ’Yu Hong thought about it. In this way, perhaps the original material of the inheritance of the tract may be obtained by the predecessors from the spiritual disaster.

In other words, the warlocks of this world have already begun to interact with the disaster.

They can fight against the black disaster, which is likely to be because of the power of spiritual disasters and suppress the infinite recovery ability of the black disaster with spiritual disasters.

Squeezing Guang Han and retracting that trace of Taoist breath, Yu Hong turned around and accelerated back towards the distance.

The second day.

A letter written by Zhengrou, the new temple master of Qingchen Temple, was sent from Taizhou to Yunshu Mountain, the ancestral court of Daomai.

The letter carefully described the detailed process of his exploration of the Yin Qi Tianzhu. Except for omitting the part about Guanghan and the multimeter, most of the rest was written truthfully.

Recently, we can't contact our ancestors by phone, so we can only write letters.

While waiting for a response, Yu Hong also began to formally eliminate all cases in Taizhou.

As the new temple master, what he wants to bring is not a style that is just for making money like Yu Hen. After all, the current situation does not require this kind of style for Qingchen Temple.

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At night, in a park in the city.

Two Qingchen Temple Taoists were holding talismans and operating spells, struggling against a strong monster with a pig's head and body in the shadows.

The monster disappeared and appeared, with muscles all over its body, wearing a tattered black mandarin jacket, and holding a butcher's knife, like a butcher who specialized in killing pigs.

Not far away, two Taoists had fallen to the ground and were unconscious.

Zhengming's face was as white as a piece of paper, sitting cross-legged on the ground, trying to gather his Tao breath and summon a new fearful shadow again.

His previous fear shadow had been forcibly torn apart by this monster.

"Hold on a little longer, support will be here right away!"

He loudly comforted the two people who were resisting in front of him.

But comfort is of little use in the face of the absolute gap in strength.

The pig-headed man is extremely powerful, and every time his eyes turn red, his speed will increase significantly.

The combination of speed and strength could easily break up the talismans released by the two Taoists.

Bang!

Suddenly, the pig-headed man swung the butcher knife in his hand, took it out, circled and slashed at one of the Taoists.

Seeing that the man was unable to dodge, he was about to be attacked.

The attack of the spiritual disaster is all concentrated on the spirit. In other words, if this knife hits, it is not the body that is injured, but the spiritual consciousness.

But even so, mental injuries require no less time to recover and heal than physical injuries.

It may even be more serious and leave permanent scars for a lifetime.

Just then.

A huge black human shape over six meters high suddenly appeared and condensed, just blocking the trajectory of the butcher knife.

Bang.

The butcher's knife circled, as if it was cutting on a steel plate, and hit the black humanoid's chest. It was bounced away, and it bounced to the ground a few times before becoming motionless.

The blade actually didn't cause any damage to this huge humanoid.
Chapter completed!