On this day, Qin Di was walking outside, suddenly felt a slight shock of the identity token, took it out, and saw the news from Fan Yao: "Master, I was trapped in Qinhuai City by two Jindan masters!"

Qin frowned, touch the boat to fly, but just stepped into the boat, it felt that the heart was throbbing, trembling, hurriedly pinch the finger, couldn't help but be surprised: "Not good, this is a big sign of murder!"

He knew that the big things were not seconds, so he rushed to find the dragon and the sea: "Long old, please come with me."

The dragon came over without saying a word.

The two people sat on the boat and drove at full speed, only a moment to reach Qinhuai City.

Through the identity token, Qin Di checked where all the disciples of Jin Danzong near Qinhuai City were, and it was very bright to see one of the white spots at first glance.

Because he is a monk building a foundation, the token held is different from the gas-smelting disciple, so he can show a bright mark.

Qin flute followed the mark and flew past, not far within 50 miles, when he heard the warning from the little peach tree in his stomach: "Be careful!There are two infant monks in front, plus five Jindan real people, who have laid the trap and are waiting for you!”

Qin Di's heart "cuckle" all at once, he is not afraid of these people, but feel that Fan Yao is in danger!

He thought to himself, “Even if you can beat these people, but you can’t save Fan Yao, what’s the point?”

So he stopped through the boat and said to Longcang Hai: "I will go over alone first, and the dragon will follow later to see if I can save people first."

The dragon wave nodded and flew out of the boat.

Qin Di came near and found a dockyard, moored many ships, large and small, covered with riverbanks.

He had just found the location where the token was displayed, and had not yet seen Fan Yao, he heard a sound coming from behind.

“Qin Xingdi, you’re finally here, I see where you’re going this time!”

Qin turned around and found a young Jindan real man, not someone else, but a nephew monk who had previously escaped from his hand.

“It’s you again!What a ghost!A few days ago, we didn’t talk about the two of us?”

"Qin Xingdi, you let our ghosts lose a metaba, six golden, plus more than 20 monks!"Just you alone, let the ghosts lose half of their strength!How can this revenge not be reported?If you’re here, don’t want to leave!Next year is your day!”

Speaking of kung fu, there suddenly appeared seven people around, two of them were powerful, a look was a genus, the rest was not simple, every skill was above him, it should be Jindan real people!

Qin flute suddenly touched the town tower and shouted in his mouth: "Stop!One more step forward, I blew up my spiritual treasure and died with you!”

Hearing this, several people stopped.

The power of self-explosive spiritual treasure is no less than that of self-explosive infants, which can turn dozens of feet around into a blank, even if these people are skilled, they may not dare to test the method.

A red-faced Yuanbai monk shouted, “Qin Xingdi, you handed over the spiritual treasures, we are not embarrassed, we can put you back!”

Qin flute spit a mouthful toward the ground and said contemptuously, “What kind of bird are you?”I can’t even tell you the name!”

The red-faced Yuan Baby Friar said, "I am the true king of the yin and yang gate, and there is a ghost and a true king of the ghosts, and the two of us have joined hands to lay a trap here, just to catch you alone."Even if you have more Qin Xingdi magic treasures, how long can you blow yourself up?I advise you to give up the treasure, and you can leave a whole body!”

Qin flute coldly said: "Don't say these are useless!"Give up my students, it's over!If anything happens to her, I will destroy you two gates in one day.”

Hearing this, some people around him laughed, "This boy is crazy, he is dying, and he is still talking about it here."

One of them, Brother Jin Dan, laughed loudly and said, “Boy named Qin, you are late!”The little girl named Fan was roasted by Uncle Yang for half an hour with a baby fire, and she had already died and could not die again, even if it was the big Luo Jinxian, it could not be saved!"

Qin flute listened to the pain in his heart, blazing, and in an instant exhibited the magic of "sunset and chaotic", attacking the real king of the red face of the red sun, and drinking loudly: "Do it!"

The parting hook came out of the sky, passed over the head of the sun fire, released a miserable red light, and suddenly shot into the heart of the emperor of the sun fire, and fixed him in an instant!

At this time, another ghostly gentleman had already led five Jindans to attack.

All kinds of tools fly in the air, and the eyes will drown the Qin flute.

Suddenly, Qin Pit showed a tall old man in front of him, sacrificed a flying sword and blocked all the tools!

The ghost shouted, “What?Why did a baby priest come?Who are you?Why have I never seen you?”

Long Canghai did not answer, controlling the Lingbao flying sword on all sides, and forced the five Jindans to withdraw.

Here, Qin Di has sacrificed the town tower, and between them, the true king of the sun fire, which is still in the confusion, has no trouble to collect it.

Turn around, he is a trick "sunset chaos", parting hook straight out!

The ghost Xiong Genjun felt strange: "How can a red light pass by, the real king of the sun fire is stupid?"It seems to be a powerful treasure!”

He saw it badly and hurried away to the side!

However, the red light emitted by the parting hook can turn around in the air, and the ghost Xiongjun who has just left the place five feet has also been fixed!

Qin flute did not say two words, sacrificed the town god tower, the other side also received the same.

For the monks in the early days of the Yuanba, this sunset can confuse them for half an hour, so they face the hood of the town god tower, they do not even have a little sense of fighting back or avoiding.

Qin Di turned around and found that the five Jindans had been killed by the Longcang Sea, and the remaining two turned around and fled, one was killed by the Longcang Sea flying sword, and the other could not escape, and chose to blow up Jindan!

“Broken” with a loud noise!Then the sand is gone, a mess!

Qin flute felt a white light in front of him, a "buzz" in his ear, and when he calmed down, he left a deep pit the size of ten feet!

He was not far from Jindan's self-explosion, so he was ragged and bloodied.

Long Canghai is a Yuanbai friar, the impact is very small, but the clothes are slightly damaged.

Qin Di also can not take care of himself, feel panic in the heart, uneasiness, hastily found the token mark of the place, the result is only found a pile of white bones!And the white bone is no longer bright white, but dull gray!Obviously, as the previous man said, it is likely that Fan Yao was roasted for a long time by the Yuan Infant Genuine King.

Baby fire is the most powerful flame of the Yuan baby, if you use it to bake for half an hour, it is really not saved!

Qin Wei's heart was sad, and the tears were almost flowing down!

This is the disciple he has cultivated since childhood, just like his own daughter, so how can a disciple who has a brilliant future and dies?

He took the dead bones in one place, and saw a charred piece of dragon-shued bamboo from the heap of the bones, and under it was a small piece of burned-out Xiansu soil.

He put away the bones, the dragon's bamboo and the Xian Sutu, and then sat on the boat and returned to the star island without saying a word.

Subsequently, Qin Di cut down a huge nine-step spiritual tree, removed the trunk of the treetops, leaving only four feet high stumps, digging out the heart of the tree, leaving behind a natural large wooden barrel.

He said nothing, put the bones, the dragon's bamboo, and the fairy soil in the wooden barrel, and filled the barrel with wood liquid, and then began to show the withered wood spring over and over again!

Seven days and seven nights!But Fan Yao did not come alive!

Qin flute's heart has been cold to the freezing point, and a sudden anger is burning!

“The yin and yang door!The ghosts!I said, I will let the two of you go!”

I don't know when, Miao Yunjuan and others have been standing behind him, Shen Yunyi and Long Jiner eyes with tears, want to persuade him to stop, but look at his face gloomy, very ugly, so they dare not persuade him.

Qin Di took a deep breath, temporarily pressed the anger in his heart, bowed his head and meditated for a long time, and suddenly remembered a gold book called "wood sacrifice", so he hurried to the palace to find the gold book and quickly read it again.

Wooden sacrifice was originally a way to upgrade the spiritual wood of heaven and earth, and it is necessary to build an altar, carve the law array, and then put the spiritual wood in, absorbing the spirit spirit, and can make the spiritual tree upgrade.

Qin flute has been too late to make these preparations, so in the big barrel into the world of the spiritual wood, in the barrel outside the rapid carving array, half a day later, he continued to show the withered wood in the spring.

Seven days passed, and suddenly the voice of Long Jin Er exclaimed in his ear: "Master, Long Shuzhu began to turn green!"

Qin Di's heart "bumps" jump, hurry to continue to work hard, show the dead wood in the spring!

Another day passed, the dragon mustered bamboo grew two branches, and this fairy tree was finally resurrected in the dead!

After three days, the bones began to shine.

Five days later, a patch of green moss began to appear on the bones, and the green moss grew rapidly, forming a block of muscle and building into a five-fold internal tonic.

Seven days later, the green moss receded, like a paw of garlic Fan Yao completely resurrected!

And the people of the cloud were crying.

"Sister, you are finally alive, if you can't come back, Master will go crazy!"

Long Jiner also hugged her: "Sister, sister, you can live too well!"

Fan Yao opened his eyes, his face was still a little thorny, "I seem to have a long and long dream, has been struggling, always can not wake up, I heard the master in the ear call, let me insist on holding on, let me continue to play the dead wood in the spring, so I did not fall into the boundless darkness."What, Master?Where is the master?”

The people turned their heads and looked at the Qin flute.

Fan Yao got up from the big wooden barrel, put on his dress, and went with the crowd to find the Qin flute, but he turned around and did not find it!