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"Old thief! Today is your day too."

Qian Zifang was stunned for a long time, and finally cursed loudly.

Looking at the ghostly appearance of Venerable Fen Jie, and then thinking about the poisonous fire that I have been tortured by over the years, I actually feel proud.

"The "Poisonous Fire Divine Art" is destined for the old thief!"

Qian Zifang's eyes narrowed and he immediately looked at Venerable Fenjie's palm.

His palms were open, and his five fingers withered into claws, as if they had been dried for several years and would break when touched.

And there is a black gold mustard seed hanging on the middle finger. Because the finger is shriveled, it looks a lot bigger.

Qian Zifang was overjoyed when he saw this. He knew that Venerable Fenjie's personal belongings were all contained in this mustard seed.

He reached out hurriedly and reached over, thinking that as long as he found all the "Poison Fire Divine Art", he would no longer be restrained.

The mustard seeds were completely black, with golden flame patterns engraved on the inner circle. Qian Zifang subconsciously carried it on his hand, which was unexpectedly suitable.

"Old thief, your inheritance is accepted by my disciples~"

A magical weapon like this must be refined with divine consciousness before it can be used.

As he spoke, he released a ray of consciousness and entered the mustard seeds.

"Eh~"

After a while, Qian Zifang opened his eyes.

"I didn't expect that the brand of divine consciousness on this mustard seed would be so strong!"

Generally speaking, after the owner dies, the imprint of divine consciousness on the magical instrument will dissipate over time.

But at this time, the Venerable Burning World has recently died, and the brand of divine consciousness is still strong.

Qian Zifang failed, so he entered more spiritual consciousness.

Unexpectedly, the mustard seed started to produce stronger suction like a bottomless pit, wrapping his consciousness and pulling him in.

Qian Zifang felt that something was wrong, but it was already too late.

"how so!"

He covered his head in pain. It seemed like the seasoning had been spilled inside. It was salty, bitter, and spicy, mixed with the brain, making it impossible to extricate himself.

"Jiejiejie~"

Hearing this voice, Qian Zifang's mind suddenly lost control. He endured the severe pain and trembled: "Master... Master! You are not dead!"

"Jie, Jie, Jie, die?"

"With a fire cauldron like you here, how can I be willing to die as a teacher?"

Venerable Fen Jie's voice was faintly visible. Compared with the previous incomprehensible voice, it now had an extra layer of evil aura.

"Poisonous Fire Divine Skill" is originally an evil skill, which is obtained by relying on the cauldron.

And every cauldron has its own soul seal inside it.

In addition to accumulating skills, the soul remaining in the cauldron can be directly seized when necessary.

The reason why Venerable Fen Jie took Qian Zifang with him was actually because he had such an idea.

Wow~

At this time, a crimson mark suddenly lit up on Qian Zifang's neck.

The mark continues to expand, vaguely forming the shape of a flower.

In just a few breaths, the flower has formed, and each petal begins to turn from red to black, and finally turns into black flames.

It is like the essence, coming out through the body.

"ah!"

Qian Zifang only had time to let out a scream before he was already enveloped in flames.

After a while of tea, the flames gradually subsided.

The flame was like a calmed poisonous snake, slowly beginning to disappear within the body.

When it completely disappeared, Qian Zifang opened his eyes.

At this time, the black pupils flashed an evil dark red, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

Different from the previous gloomy situation, 'Qian Zifang' at this moment felt more like he had been immersed in the demonic sea of ​​hell.

"Hahaha~"

He looked up to the sky and laughed, but there seemed to be two different laughters coming out at the same time.

The surrounding rocks and trees trembled.

"This body... is so weak~"

'Qian Zifang' twisted his neck and glanced across the valley.

The disciples of the Underworld Sect all over the mountain have been sucked dry by the demonic energy that was raging just now and turned into mummies.

During this trip, I was the only one alive.

"It's not a good place to stay for a long time!"

'Qian Zifang' or 'Senior Fenji' immediately raised his energy and his figure disappeared.

…

"Senior brother...Long time no see!"

Underground at the Sesshou Temple, the obscure elder clasped his hands together and looked quietly in one direction.

Hui Yu and Hui Ming next to him were stunned for a moment, and they couldn't help but follow his gaze.

I saw a stone wall in front of me, and a shadow under the stone wall.

At this time, a figure walked out of the shadows.

He was wearing a thick cloak, and his outline seemed somewhat benign.

"Junior brothers, long time no see."

Under the eyes of the obscure three people, he slowly opened his cloak.

Also a bald head.

Also put your hands together.

But compared to the three elders, he actually looked much younger.

Kind eyebrows and kind eyes, bright wind and bright moon.

This person is none other than the head of the "Hui" generation of Shasheng Temple, the abbot of Shasheng Temple... Zen Master Huizhuo.

"Junior brother...it seems that your 'Shadow Zen' practice has been completed."

The space in the secret passage is narrow, and every sound that comes out seems to have to go through nine twists and turns. Every time it passes through a bend, an echo will be emitted.

"Master...brother!"

Elder Huanyuan looked at the other party with a face filled with disbelief. Joy flashed through his eyes at first, but then turned into doubt.

Immediately, his brows trembled slightly, and even his usually calm expression became rippled.

He didn't understand why the senior brother who was in retreat suddenly appeared in the secret passage when the life and death of the Sesshou Temple was at stake.

"Brother, why are you here!"

Elder Huiming also had doubts in his heart, but compared with the hesitation of Zen Master Hui'an, he was more straightforward and remembered the Buddhist's guess in an instant.

His sword-like eyebrows gathered, and he immediately took a fighting posture. His monk robe fluttered, and a faint blood color appeared all over his body, and even the air around him seemed to be ignited.

The originally cold secret passage suddenly became a little hot at this time.

Zen Master Huizhuo still kept his hands together, but just glanced at Zen Master Huiming lightly: "Junior brother, "Blood Sea Mingwang Gong" was still passed on to you."

"Why, are you going to deal with me now?"

His voice was very light, but it gave people a sense of emptiness and depth.

This feeling is very magical, and it goes straight into the heart, making people have infinite reverie.

Sure enough, Zen Master Huiming paused, and the blood-colored aura on his body stopped abruptly.

Seeing his eyes blurred, he seemed to be trapped in memories.

"Amitabha~"

Just then, a Buddhist chant sounded.

Like a thunder in the plain, the whole secret passage was shaking.

The eyes of the two Zen masters Huiming and Hui'an suddenly became clear.

Just like a strong wind sweeping away the dark clouds, the originally dark sky was suddenly filled with sunlight.

The two Zen masters regained their clarity, and then they were shocked and suddenly realized.

"Just now... that was..."

"It was the devil's sound of the heart barrier."

Master Huise said lightly.

Heart barrier is a taboo in practice.

Monks often have a long life and experience all kinds of things in the world.

Compared with the experience of the body, the state of mind is the most difficult to see through.

Among the three Zen masters, Master Huise has the strongest Zen heart practice, and recently he has studied the "heart sect" established by Li Chen a lot.

So he can see through the devil's sound of Master Huizhuo in an instant.

"Brother... you are possessed by the devil."