In the grand hall where someone was burning quietly, 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 we are so far away and there is 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 at the gray tobacco bag that contained a lot of things today.

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 correct way to initiate revenge.

The taste is wonderful and addictive.

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's body swayed violently for a while, then gradually became smaller, and finally slowly extinguished.

He was rolling on the ground, gnashing his teeth and bulging his cheeks like a wild animal, holding back his sounds.

Although the flames were extinguished, the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow and made people grind their teeth was still like gangrene attached to the bones.

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 stepped on the side of the latter's black coal-like forehead with a 'bang' sound.

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, and his burnt black teeth were clenched tightly.

He swallowed hard the moan that couldn't help but escape from his throat. His lips were so burned that he couldn't distinguish them, but they trembled a little at this moment.

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.

He couldn't move his head at all, and his eyes bleeding black blood were lowered, like two dim and dry stars.

Qin Jianfu looked down at this inhuman man.

Change your feet from stepping on them to picking them up.

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

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

On the face of the one-armed scholar, only a pair of dim star-like eyes were left, which were covered with bloodshot eyes.

His eyelids drooped like two thin pieces of coal.

At this time, his chin was lifted by a foot, but he looked up at the ceiling of the hall studded with night pearls, not looking at the old man looking down from above.

The one-armed Confucian scholar looked at the sky and murmured.

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

The one-armed Confucian scholar whispered another monosyllable, 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.

Slowly hammered towards Qin Jianfu's face.

The smile disappeared from the old man's face.

Expecting someone to beg for mercy before dying, he nodded.

Then the withered hand grabbed the ridiculously slow fist and casually flicked Zhao Rong's middle finger.

Completely broken.

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

He could 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 the dragon carp hovering above a certain warning line...

In the main hall, a disfigured one-armed Confucian scholar trembled his lips, as if he had uttered another monosyllable word.

Qin Jianfu seemed to have heard something more clearly this time. He raised his eyelids. The next second, there was a solid 'bang' sound. Zhao Rong raised his head and flew out. He rolled several times and was hit by a man in the southeast corner of the hall.

Only the three-legged cauldron blocked the attack.

The disfigured old Confucian scholar who kicked the one-armed Confucian scholar away frowned slightly and looked around.

"eight?"

The single-syllable word that the dying one-armed Confucian scholar just muttered seemed to be "eight".

This is at……

Qin Jianfu's cloudy eyes like an eagle swept across the empty hall, but before he had time to be alert, a beautiful and melodious song suddenly rose from the hall.

Or.

It just started in his ears.

Today, the old man who returned to the Golden Core Realm heard the whale song.

"……ninety."

In the main hall, a Fuyao realm scholar who had already heard the singing murmured something, but this time, Qin Jianfu had no time to hear it.

He suddenly lowered his head, opened his eyes and looked at his hands, and found with horror that his spiritual energy cultivation had completely disappeared!

The fourth-grade golden elixir that continuously provided him with surging and powerful spiritual power was like a land duck whose neck was strangled tightly. He could no longer call out his loud voice, and his voice was choked.

It's Whale Song Amber. Qian'er gave it to Zhao Rong to defend himself one night when he was staying up late to make up for classes in Hanjing, North Sea. No matter how powerful the golden elixir realm monk is, he can't last ten breaths!

Beside a certain heart lake, the purple-clothed sword spirit who was hugging his knees suddenly stood up, his face! It was his face! It turned out that Zhao Rong had been drowsy before, and he tried his best to hold on! It turned out that he had smeared Whale Song Amber on his face in advance! And then

Deliberately irritating Qin Jianfu, he guided the old man overtly and covertly to "treat the other person his own way" and disfigured him with flames! Then the whale song amber mixed with blood on his face was ignited, and Zhao Rong was roasted.

Together with the aroma of meat, Qin Jianfu inhaled it in his nose under the most unexpected circumstances...

Rao Shigui couldn't help but feel excited and sighing at this moment, but at this moment, in its peripheral vision, the figure of the dark blue and glazed dragon carp swirling on the cordon had disappeared...

The atmosphere in the sealed underground palace hall was deathly silent.

The old man who had 'extinguished' the golden elixir was frightened for a moment, and seemed to have noticed some movement again. He suddenly raised his head like a frightened bird.

In the field of vision, the figure that had collapsed in the southeast corner slowly stood up.

"Er...what have you done!? What kind of song is this! Who is singing!?" Qin Jianfu was furious and looked around.

At this moment, the young Confucian scholar who was lying on the ground groaning in pain seemed to have suddenly been transformed into a different person.

His originally weak and endangered expression gradually faded away and he stopped pretending.
To be continued...