"Ahhhhh!!!"

A suppressed and forbearing tragic roar suddenly echoed through the entire hall and passed into the tomb passages in all directions.

Even in the distant apse where the tomb passage was blocked, the atmosphere among a group of women was tense.

At this moment, the hot candle flame had left Qin Jianfu's two fingers and spread across Zhao Rong's upper body, burning as much as he wanted.

It was like a fire snake attached to his body, coiling around the one-armed scholar's chest.

Neck, face, scalp, hair scarf...

Every hair turns to ashes, every piece of cloth is smoked out.

Every inch of skin is scorched and wrinkled, and every piece of flesh and blood is carbonized.

It was as if they were being licked one by one by this 'fire snake'. Thousands of barbs on the tongue scraped off the burnt flesh mercilessly, and then rolled it into its belly. After tasting the delicious food, it continued

Licking.

In the raging flames, not a single trace of the one-armed Confucian scholar's flesh was wasted...

The scabbard of the sword in Zhao Rong's hand had already fallen under the coffin. He pressed his left hand firmly on his burning face, howled in pain, and fell off the dragon coffin.

Even if he is a Fuyao realm martial artist with a strange dragon body, his body is far from being indestructible and indestructible like a vajra.

At this moment, Zhao Rong's body was curling up like a shrimp with soft legs, falling to the ground in pain, rolling around desperately, trying to extinguish the flames devouring flesh and blood on his body.

However, it was to no avail.

The young Confucian scholar, who was swallowed up by the increasingly intense flames, covered his face with his remaining left hand, holding his head high for a while, and then buried it again.

He struggled desperately and was in great pain.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

At this moment, he was like a large piece of raw meat, being pressed tightly against the charcoal grilled iron plate by the kitchen spatula. It was gradually cooked and the aroma of meat began to spread.

He was also "lean" in the black carbon.

However, the price was that his upper body was completely burned, and he was like a disfigured old Confucian scholar who was neither human nor ghost.

Qin Jianfu stood quietly half a step away from the bloody six-pointed star.

A gray halo of light slowly emerged from the gray cigarette bag in his hand, covering his rickety body for protection.

Qin Jianfu doesn't need to step into the bloody six-pointed star, he can control the candle flame to enter.

Even in addition to this, Qin Jianfu also has several other spells that can "get in" and force Zhao Rong out.

Do you really think that if he hides inside, he will be helpless?

I didn't expect that he would detect it after only one use, haha.

The disfigured old Confucian scholar did not look at Zhao Rong, who was on the ground in front of him, who was worse than dead.

He lowered his head and quietly stared at the small piece of cotton wick left between his two fingers.

It has lost its candle flame and is mostly burnt black, leaving only some intact white cotton threads.

But...it can never be restored to its original state.

The old man who lost his son and his family murmured in a low voice to the blackened cotton core: "As a Confucian...as a minister...as a father, I may be sorry for the Confucians, the sages, and the rulers and the people, but..."

"As a father, I will definitely be worthy of you."

There was someone in the grand hall that was burning silently, and the old man's back was hunched and desolate.

He slowly raised his head and flicked the cotton wick out of his hand.

At the same time, he glanced at the gray cigarette bag in his hand, and there was a dazzling halo coming out of the bag.

Are you still trying to locate and save people? Hehe, the means and skills are really good. If we were face to face, I would definitely have to run away, but now that we are so far away and with such a powerful treasure... Huh, I don’t know how this little beast is so big.

Able monks to protect the Tao...

The old man sneered in his heart, pinched it with his other hand, and pointed it towards the gray cigarette bag that contained a lot of things.

Suddenly, there was a gray halo around the tobacco bag, and the mouth of the bag was tightly closed again.

Certain movements were immediately suppressed.

At this moment, in front of the dragon coffin, in addition to the roars of pain, the sound of roasting meat could be heard from time to time in the silently beating and burning "candle flame".

Soon, there was a very strong smell of meat floating in the hall where the air was difficult to circulate. The smell of cooked meat seemed to be mixed with some seasoning spices, making the meat smell even more delicious.

Qin Jianfu closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, and took a deep breath.

At the same time, he was still listening carefully and savoring those wonderful "sounds".

This is the right flavor of revenge.

Today, after struggling for so long, he finally enjoyed it.

at this time.

Maybe there was too much autumn air leaking out of the dragon coffin, or maybe a vengeful old man didn't want someone to die too quickly.

It's also possible that someone's body is completely black and there isn't much flesh and blood left to offer the aroma of meat.

The scorching flames on Zhao Rong, who was rolling on the ground like a beast, gnashing his teeth and squealing, swayed violently for a while, then gradually became smaller, and finally slowly extinguished.

However, the pain that penetrates deep into the bone marrow and crushes the teeth is still like a gangrene attached to the bone.

Zhao Rong's face was blurred, and most of his teeth were burnt black. The hand covering his face seemed to be stuck to his face, and his flesh and blood melted and solidified together.

Previously, due to painful kicks, he kicked the dragon coffin next to him a few times, causing a small part of his body to escape the bloody hexagram, and the scabbard of his sword was also squeezed outside the hexagram.

Even because of this, the blood line of the six-pointed star was blurred.

All of this declares that this strange pattern on the ground in the center of the hall is superficial and useless.

The empty city plan was completely declared bankrupt.

Qin Jianfu opened his eyes and glanced at his 'masterpiece' on the ground.

The one-armed scholar covered his face with one hand, his body struggled and twisted, and he groaned in pain.

The old man held a gray pipe in his hand, calmly raised his foot, stepped over the bloody six-pointed star, walked to Zhao Rong, raised one foot, and with a 'bang' sound, stepped on the side of the latter's black coal-like forehead.

He bent down slightly, calmly lowered his eyes, and looked down at this young Confucian scholar with a broken arm and disfigurement:

"If you look like this, even if I let you go back, will those concerned beauties be able to accept it after seeing you? Haha..."

The corners of the disfigured old Confucian scholar's mouth curled up.

The skin laughs and the flesh laughs.

"Now, we are all homeless dogs."

On the ground, a man as black as carbon was trampled on the head by the old man. His burnt black teeth were clenched tightly. He swallowed some moans that couldn't help but overflow from his throat, and his lips that were so burnt that he couldn't recognize trembled.

It seems to be saying something.

Zhao Rong, who was whispering, put his elbows on the ground and tried to raise his head, but was stepped on by the disfigured old scholar. His head could not move at all. His eyes, which were bleeding black, were lowered, like dim and dry stars.

Qin Jianfu looked down at this inhuman man from a high position, and turned from stepping on him to picking on him.

The old man lifted his chin with his toes, then lowered his head and calmly looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar 'face' below.

Well, or rather, it was already a mass of flesh and blood, and the hand that was covering my face was stuck in it.

The one-armed scholar only had a pair of dim star-like eyes, covered with bloodshot eyes.

His eyelids drooped like two thin pieces of coal.

His chin was lifted up by one foot, and he looked up at the ceiling of the hall studded with night pearls, without looking at the old man looking down from above.

The one-armed scholar murmured.

Qin Jianfu tilted his head, as if he wanted to listen clearly to what he was talking about.

The one-armed Confucian scholar softly recited another monosyllable word, and then silently tore off the 'hand on the face'. On the palm, black, red and white blurred together, and the five fingers trembled and clenched into a fist, raised

rise.

He slowly hammered Qin Jianfu's old face, whose smile disappeared.

The old man, who was expecting someone to beg for mercy before he died, nodded, grabbed the slow fist with his withered hand, casually flicked his middle finger, and broke it completely.

The severed finger was attached to the skin, hanging on the back of the hand.

I can no longer make a fist.

Beside a certain heart lake, there was a purple-clothed sword spirit sitting by the lake hugging his knees regardless of appearance. It did not look at the tragic scene outside, but frowned in confusion and silence, staring at someone's heart lake.

On the surface of the heart lake, what is fighting against the color of pain and death is still the 'calm color' that the purple-clothed sword spirit finds beautiful.

It suddenly felt that even if it was very likely that it would die with this scumbag sword master who ignored it, it would not be a bad thing to be able to see such a beautiful and interesting inner lake before death.

The purple-clothed sword spirit stretched out a finger and seemed to lift a strand of hair at the temples. Then his eyes lowered and slowly landed on a dark blue and glazed dragon carp under the water of the heart lake. It looked at it curiously.

Looking at this dragon carp coiled above a certain warning line...

In the main hall, a disfigured one-armed Confucian scholar's lips trembled, as if he was speaking another monosyllabic word.
To be continued...