Qin flute went over, kicked a foot on his head, and said, “Say!Who are you?”

The head can still make a voice in the head, hate the words: "First tell me who you are?"Come to the boundary of the basal gate of the North Sea, but do not come down to see, but swaggered over the head, did you put our basalt door in the eyes?"

Qin Di took another kick and said, “So you are the Jin Dan of the basalt gate?”

The head purred on the ground before stopping, his face was full of dirt, and he said in a fierce and strong voice: "The old man is pimple!"My father is the master of the gate, the late surromium of the baby, you dare to offend me, waiting to be cramped and peeled.”

Qin flute under the foot of the head on the head, mouth said: "to now, you think I will let you go?"

The head made a sharp cry: "My father has nine days and ten places to search for the Dafa, if you dare to do it, you can't escape his pursuit to escape to the sky!"

“I killed you in this desert, how could he find me?”

“ShhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhAs long as I have a glimmer of soul, a drop of blood left, can be counted out by my father!And I tell you, we have a porch door with a yin lamp, if I die, there will be a yin fire behind you, a thousand years will not be gone!You have honestly let me go!Just give me the big bird, and I won’t take your offense.”

Qin Di shook his head: "At this time, I dare to say these big words!"It is death without repentance!”

“Ata, the work of destruction is given to you!”

The town tower promised, and sucked all the head and body into the pagoda, even the soil on the ground sucked a layer, and soon spitted out again, and at the same time spit out, there was a treasure bow, and a storage ring.

Qin Di looked at the treasure bow and found that it was actually a first-order spiritual treasure, and was ready to put it away, and as for the storage ring, he was too lazy to look at it, so he wanted to throw it into the square mountain and leave it to the apprentices to play.

However, this matter is not over.He calculated according to the master's 73rd account of the divination of the art for a while, and found that the road ahead was confused, which seemed to have a great ferocity.

Forced, he cast a thousand miles of ground to the place of the battle, and burned it with a fire, together with the treasure bow and the contents of the storage ring, which burned in the fire for a while.

Then, he used the efforts of spring breeze and rain to let the surrounding grass grow again.

At this time, the road ahead became much clearer, but vaguely, there are still some dangerous smells, but do not know where the danger comes from.

Qin Di frowned, forced to force the master out of seventy-three.

He looked at the seventy-three and said, “Behind you, there is a fire that the naked eye cannot see.”When you just cast a thousand miles in the red field, you cast your Fa forward, so you did not encounter a fire.All you have to do is beckon back and let out a fire of heaven and earthly fire, and you can devour the fire."

Qin Di did what he said, released the fire of the fairy-order from the gods, burned behind him, and then measured it again, and finally it was all right.

He gently staggered his foot on the ground, then patted him on the shoulder and turned and went into the hole.

Qin Di was grateful to this famous master.Because it is not a joke to provoke the late stage of the baby, it means that the whole Jin Danzong may have trouble.Jin Danzong's current highest-power Xu Zhenjun is still only the middle of the baby, if the other party kills the door, it will be difficult to do.

Success lies in the details, all hidden dangers are eliminated invisibly, which is the consistent norm of Qin Di.

Qin flute's sex is more gentle, do not like to kill on weekdays, and do not like a sword to kill thousands of people, such a person is not a demon than a demon.But he is not a bad person, if someone indiscriminately provokes him, it is also to kill, do not hesitate, and cut the roots, do not leave behind.

He turned his head and looked around, and saw that everything was as usual, and without the slightest abruptness, he quickly left.

If you have come to the boundary of the gate, take a look.

The five-colored finches put away their huge bodies and turned into four-inch birds, stopping on his shoulders.

Qin Di changed his appearance and became an ordinary monk who built an ordinary foundation, flying forward in low altitude.

On the edge of the North Sea there is a medium-sized river called the "Yinling River", and there is a huge water vein at the mouth of the Yinling River, where it is bordered with the North Sea.

The headquarters of the North Sea Xuan Shuimen is located on a string of islands not far from the entrance to the sea, known as the twelve-linked dock.

The twelve islands are surrounded by a large island in the middle, called the Xuanshui Island.

In the middle of Xuanshui Island, the highest position has a large palace, which reads "the Great Hall of Xuan Shui", which is the place where the doorkeeper lives.

At this moment, Xuan Shuimen Master Xuan Jiuyi is sitting in a large chair, in front of a glittering golden book, the cover of the book is titled "Xian Shui Treasure Book" four big words.

He sat there motionless, not knowing how long he had been watching.

The hall was quiet, and no one came to disturb it from morning to night.

Xuan Jiuyi is still the gatekeeper of the gate in the name of the basil, but in fact, he has given the things of the gate to the disciples to manage.

He has entered the late infancy for many years, and is concentrating on studying the Xuan Shui treasure, striving to go further in the past hundred years, stepping into the stage, and becoming a famous monk around the ancestors.

All the hearts of Xuan Jiuyi were gathered in the golden book in front of him, and when he was wandering out of the sky, he suddenly heard the sound coming from the door of the temple, and the footsteps were panicked, and it seemed that something big happened.

He withdrew his mind from the gold book, slightly angry in his heart, looked up, and found that it was his three disciples, and his name was still taken for him, called Xuan Sanshui.

Under the pressure of the fire, he asked in a deep voice, “What’s the matter?”What happened?”

Xuan Sanshui looked like he was middle-aged, but with a face of panic: "Master, big things are bad!"Brother’s soul lights are gone!”

“What?”The occult suddenly changed color, and suddenly stood up and touched the gold books on the ground.

He stepped forward to seize the neck of the three waters, and asked viciously in his mouth: "You say it again!"See clearly?How can the soul lights go out?Yin Ping is already Jindan Grand Consummation, and still holds the treasure of the Lingbao "Overlord bow" I gave him, even if it is an ordinary monk in the early days of the Yuanba, not his opponent, how can his soul lamp be extinguished?"

Xuan Sanshui's neck was almost breathless by his strangled, struggling for a while, until Xuan Jiuyi slightly released his hand, he said: "Cough, master, I also listened to the following disciples report, then I was shocked."When I personally checked, the soul lamp of my brother's soul has indeed been extinguished!"

Xuan Jiuyi slapped him and said, “Nonsense, the old man only has this son, the whole Xuanshui Gate is dead, and it is not his turn!”He said that his body had turned into a whirlwind and flew out.

The three water fell to the ground, the face was full of blood, it took a long day to get up and quietly hide.

Xuan Jiu came to the temple of the soul of the gate, and soon came to the position of the son's occult spirit lamp, and looked at it with his eyes, the original bright soul lamp had indeed been extinguished, not even a little residual fire and white smoke, like a pot of cold water poured down from above, and the cleanness of extinguished!

“Oh, who is it?Who is it?Dare to kill my son, and I will not let you go to heaven!”

The students around him were terrified and cringed, and quietly ran to the distance.

Xuan Jiu came out of the soul hall, pinch a magic trick, the body began to circle around, and stopped around nine times, suddenly stunned!

“There is no trace!Not only is there no soul, not a drop of blood, even the lamp I planted for him is gone!Is there a high-ranking monk?”

Thinking of this, his almost crazy heart gradually cooled down, but still reluctant, closed his eyes, read words, when not much in front of his body appeared a erratic ghost.

The ghost returned to the soul hall, smelled on the extinguished soul lamp, and then flew out.

Xuan Jiuyi followed the ghost forward, flew about an hour, came to a deep mountain, surrounded by cold and clear, no one.

I’m so excited that I don’t know what my son is doing here.

It flew dozens of miles in the mountains, and the ghosts could not stop on an empty grass.

Xuan Jiuyi landed from the air to see a lot of trees around him, only this grass tree did not have, the grass is very lush, as if there is a rich aura below.

He opened his eyes and looked at him without letting go of the hints.

After half a day, there was nothing around, only a very shallow footprint.

Xuan Jiuyi saw the footprints and felt relaxed in his heart: "At the end of the day, there are traces left behind, there is such a footprint, I am not afraid to find the murderer's heel."

He closed his eyes, there was a wind in front of him, and then there was a faint water mist around him, and the gradual water mist became humanoid.

A moment later, the humanoid water mist became more and more clear, the eyebrows and nose and mouth appeared one by one, only the eyes were not opened.

At the moment when Xuan Jiuyi was looking at his eyes, the eyes of the humanoid water mist were also opened at the same time.

Xuan Jiuyu felt a light into the eyes, the light was a hundred times stronger than the sun, so that his eyes suddenly lost the light, and at the same time, a "buzz" came from his mind, as if someone spoke to him in his mind, as if he had said nothing.

The pain in his eyes was full of pain, trembling, without a trace of strength, and he could only sit on the ground with his head.

His mouth cried out: “Truly, true!He is true man!Damn, who are you bothering?How can you get along with your ancestors?You are so damned!The Father cannot avenge you!”

He struggled to return to his palace until his eyes were restored three months later.

Since then, he has never mentioned the name of Xuanyin Ping, as if he had never had this son.