In a city in the Western Region of Lotus, there was a Taoist with a mustache walking leisurely on the street, carrying a banner and humming a little tune.

If Zhou Qingmu were here, he would definitely be able to recognize him. This person is the fortune teller who disappeared inexplicably in the stone city before.

However, at this time, he no longer had that black mark on his forehead.

I saw this Taoist with a mustache walking, when suddenly he took a step back as if he hit a wall, raised his head and looked at the person in front of him, and was about to curse. After he saw the person's face clearly, His complexion changed.

At some point, a man with a weathered face wearing a bamboo hat appeared in front of him. Ordinary people might not be able to see it, but he could see that there was a black aura on this man's hand.

After seeing the face of the person in front of him clearly, Taoist Master Xuan shrank his pupils, sweat broke out on his body, and said with a forced smile: "Master Xuan, why are you free to come to me today?"

The person who came was Xuan Jiu, the famous "big devil" among the masters of the Taoist sect in the Eastern Region of Tianqian.

Xuan Jiu stared at the Taoist with a mustache coldly, and said in a cold voice: "Does someone think that I don't exist when someone is causing trouble behind my back?"

Seeing this scene, the mustached Taoist put away the smile on his face, looked uncharacteristically calm, and said in a deep voice: "Xuan Jiu, what do you mean?"

"Who do you think you are? Are you worthy of calling me by my first name?" Xuan Jiu's expression immediately changed when he heard this, and he stretched out a hand and hit the Taoist in the face.

Snap!

The Taoist with a mustache immediately felt a burning pain on his face. He touched his face and glared at the person in front of him.

The eight-character Hu Taoist looked at Xuan Jiu and said coldly: "Domineering, you deserve to be called the devil Xuan Jiu, he is indeed extremely domineering."

Xuan Jiu's face was calm: "It's just a little trick behind his back. How dare you plot against him? Ye Jing'an doesn't care about him, I do!"

"Xuan Jiu! Are you really going to go so far as to betray your skin? Just pretend you didn't see it and turn a blind eye. It's both good for you and me, isn't it?" Taoist Taoist with a mustache stared at Xuan Jiu and said coldly. .

Xuan Jiu smiled disdainfully and said coldly: "I told you, you are not qualified to call me by my name. If you don't give me an explanation today, you will never leave so easily."

After saying that, Xuan Jiu made a move to slap him away with one palm.

At this time, the Taoist Taoist with a mustache suddenly slammed the banner in his hand onto the ground. A very strong aura came out of the banner in his hand, and the palm that Xuan Jiu was about to swing was directly knocked back.

Seeing this, Xuan Jiu sneered: "What? Do you think Taoist Master Qi wants to fight me?"

The Taoist with a mustache did not speak. The flag with the word "Tao Fa" written on it in his hand shook, and the two of them were enveloped in a burst of black energy. Soon, there was a sound of thunder in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them were above the sky.

Xuan Jiu was a little surprised when he saw this scene, and then stared at the banner in the Taoist's hand. After a moment, Xuan Jiu said coldly: "I didn't expect this thing to be in your hand. It seems that you don't have it either. Such waste. But do you think you can deal with me with this thing?"

Then, Xuan Jiu spread out a palm and faced the sky. There seemed to be some kind of power pouring into Xuan Jiu's palm from the sky. Then, Xuan Jiu suddenly clenched it and punched out.

Upon seeing this, the Bazi Lake Taoist shrank his pupils, and then thrust the flag in his hand in front of him.

Xuan Jiu's punch, which contained the power of heaven, quickly hit the banner of Taoist Taoist Eight-Character Hu, but failed to hit Taoist Taoist Eight-Character Hu and missed the target.

Xuan Jiu frowned and looked intently. The Taoist priest with the mustache was no longer in front of him, only a tattered banner remained.

Xuan Jiu came to the tattered banner in an instant, stretched out his hand to feel the aura inside, and finally looked down, and said softly: "There is a clone left behind that even I have not seen through. It's like a golden cicada has escaped from its shell. However, this

Things won’t just end like this!”

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of face stretched out a hand and squeezed it gently. In the air in front of him, there were strands of things that began to condense, and finally after a period of separation and fusion, they formed

A "taoist with a mustache" wearing a Taoist robe.

However, at this time, the "Taoist with a mustache" not only had a disembodied body and empty eyes, but also looked lifeless.

Immediately afterwards, Xuan Jiu's face turned cold, and he stretched out a hand to pinch the neck of the remnant soul in front of him, and said solemnly: "It's a pity that you haven't cut off the connection with this remnant soul of yours!"

As soon as the words fell, a needle of light shot out from Xuan Jiu's eyes, piercing straight into the forehead of the "person" in front of him. Then, the "Taoist with a mustache" that Xuan Jiu was pinching started to bleed from all his orifices, and finally exploded suddenly.

, completely stunned!

Somewhere, the Taoist with a mustache who was carrying a banner and escaping was bleeding from all his orifices in an instant. His face was weak, and he suddenly fell to the ground. He looked unwilling and roared: "Xuanjiu!"

At this moment, his breath began to decline rapidly, and his realm began to plummet. In just an instant, he turned into a gray-haired old man, dying.

Xuan Jiu, who was still above the sky, said in a cold voice: "Next time, it won't be as simple as falling. I will definitely make you lose your soul completely!"

Immediately, Xuan Jiu's figure slowly disappeared from the sky.

...

In Kuchan Temple, the old monk who was talking to Zhou Qingmu and the others suddenly raised his head and glanced in a certain direction, but quickly looked away again.

Finally, after the old monk explained for a while, he took the three of them to rest.

At night, Zhou Qingmu lay on the bed and touched his forehead that had been touched by the old monk. The words that the great Buddhist monk Chenbei said today were still in his mind. In fact, he didn't understand what the old monk Chenbei said.

Why must he die? After all, it is not difficult for an old monk to live for another thousand years with his cultivation. But Zhou Qingmu did not ask about these. How could he understand in his heart? How could he easily tell him these secrets?

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Qingmu thought of his experiences in the strange stone city in the past few days. Why did the Taoist with a mustache disappear inexplicably? Why was Xiaoyue'er not in the city and why was she not a dead thing like him? The most important thing was that

What exactly is the black energy? Also, Monk Chenbei seemed to have noticed the uniqueness of the little girl next to him when he first entered the door, but he did not point it out. Why is this?

Many questions really disturbed Zhou Qingmu and he couldn't sleep. So Zhou Qingmu got up, put on his clothes, covered Xiao Yue'er with a quilt on the small bed beside him, and then walked out of the room. As soon as Zhou Qingmu walked out of the room, he saw Yang

Zhaozheng was leaning on the stone railing nearby, holding a wine gourd in his hand, looking at the crescent moon, wondering what he was thinking.

Zhou Qingmu also took out the wine gourd from his storage bag, stepped forward and patted Yang Zhao's shoulder gently, leaned on the side, raised the wine gourd and took a sip.

Yang Zhao turned around, saw this scene, chuckled, raised the wine gourd in his hand, touched it lightly with the wine gourd in Zhou Qingmu's hand, and took a big sip.

"What did you drink?"

"Spring mud."
Chapter completed!