The mist covering Dinghai City dissipated at this time, and Ning Hao's eyes focused on the city wall in the southwest corner.

There, the ragged Li Xiaoyin rushed towards the clouds in panic. Behind him was the familiar bloody hand.

"Witch Ghost! Stop!"

Ning Hao stretched out his index finger and shot a drop of essence and blood quickly towards the sky.

The essence and blood turned into a villain who looked exactly like him, holding a heavy sword in his hand, arrogant and arrogant.

The witch ghost screamed, and the bloody palm was cut into two pieces by the little man's sword.

The black coffin-suppressing evil spirit rotated wildly around Ning Hao's fairy soul, and in an instant, a black fog tornado that was like a leading to the abyss was formed.

The tornado circled over the evil sword domain, like a punch breaking glass, destroying the illusion above the domain into pieces.

"Drought Ba, you're ruthless!"

The witch ghost eyes watched his blood-colored evil hands being destroyed by the evil spirit tornado, and he felt extremely angry.

He wanted to break out of the evil sword realm and fight with the fighter, but he was unable to fight against the Hanba head-on, so he had to say harsh words and retreat quickly.

At this time, the remaining three souls of the witch ghost also got rid of Mu Zixu's entanglement, quickly stood up with his sword, and rushed towards Dinghai City.

After a moment, the seven souls of the witch and ghost were combined into one.

He flew up to the sky and cast a terrifying blood-red spell towards Dinghai City below.

"Everyone, there will be a time later!"

He laughed and took off Tian Ke, who was unconscious from the thick fog, then turned around and brushed his sleeves and soared into the sky.

The next moment, the misty city of Dinghai was filled with blood.

The fog is slowly dissipating, and the swarm of insects is also hurriedly starting to evacuate.

The little sea monsters who were still fighting with the deacons in Dinghai City all rose into flesh-like balloons, and exploded one after another as the blood-red spell fell.

...

At this moment, Li Xiaoyin, in ragged clothes, leaned against the city wall, his eyes full of coldness.

These sea monsters were alive in their lives a few minutes ago, but when the witch ghost threw the blood-red spell into the city, they exploded like bombs without control.

"In the eyes of these high-ranking immortals, life is just tools and toys..."

As he said that, Li Xiaoyin sighed in a low voice.

Not to mention others, even myself is just a clown played by those behind the scenes!

"By the way, how is the demon monk?!"

Thinking of what the demon monk said in the evil sword field just now, Li Xiaoyin suddenly had an unknown premonition.

Hopefully that guy won't have any trouble...

After resting for a while, Li Xiaoyin stood up with the wall and stumbled toward a black shell not far away.

This is the remains of the evil sword domain just now. Inside is a mortified monk's body.

The demon monk's face was as calm as water, but his heart was gone and his breath was gone... The soul returned to Lingshan...

“Zen Master…”

Li Xiaoyin's face was full of bitterness, and tears were circling in his eyes. Such a benefactor left like this.

This is the first time he has cried in the new world.

After this battle, the burly and kind-faced Zen Master Qingwen who had walked side by side with him could no longer open his eyes...

"May the Master be reborn in the Pure Land, and he will still be a holy Buddha in the next life!"

Li Xiaoyin wiped away the tears in the corner of his eyes, bent down and bowed deeply, and turned around and left.

He reached out and picked up the yellow hair ball on the ground, looked at the sleepy little guy with caresses, and then gently put it back in his arms.

After experiencing this battle, Li Xiaoyin's heart undergoes a subtle change.

Taoist Yunxiao, Ning Hao, Mu Zixu, Yin Xinghai, the demon monk... They are all friends who are worth cherishing. Protecting them may be one of the meanings of their existence in this world!

An hour later, Li Xiaoyin finally recovered some spiritual power.

After opening his eyes, Taoist Yunxiao, Yin Xinghai, and Mu Zixu gathered beside him.

Those who came here at the same time were Zhen Zhigu, who had apologetic expression on his face.

"Everyone, the dangers in Dinghai City can be relieved all depends on your contribution."

"The city lord originally wanted to come in person, but he is still negotiating with the Zerg, so it is not convenient to come to see you. In order to express his gratitude, he specially asked me to bring a gift to each of you."

As Zhen Zhigu said, he took out four boxes wrapped in brocade.

After the four of them took the box, they opened it and looked:

Mu Zixu's box contained a light blue jade pendant, which seemed to contain a drop of ancient sea water;

Yin Xinghai's box was filled with a roll of drawings, covered with densely packed with incomplete divine patterns;

In the box of Taoist Yunxiao was a talisman made of silver, and the white light was flowing slightly on the talisman;

As for Li Xiaoyin, he got a scroll, a scroll with the sacred tree "Zodiac".

Almost at the same time, Li Xiaoyin and Taoist Yunxiao spoke together: "The gift from the city lord is too heavy..."

"No, everyone, the city lord not only prepared these gifts for you, but also prepared the guest tokens of Dinghai City for the four of you. With this token, you can travel the entire Donghai County!"

Zhen Zhigu smiled and attracted the four guards behind him, then lifted the red curtains in the hands of the guards one by one, and handed these tokens that symbolized the guest officials of Dinghai City to the four.

Immediately afterwards, he said:

"Sect Master Yin, Sect Master Li, do you two continue to participate in the third round of Nine Turn Valley selection?"

Li Xiaoyin and Yin Xinghai replied in unison: "Yes."

"Since that's the case, the city lord has prepared a gift for you two." Zhen Zhigu took out three picture books from his arms and said, "These are three resources for the third round of the selection of the Ten Thousand Sects Conference, and it is also the secret of this conference. After you have seen it, don't spread it!"

"Before entering the Nine Turns Valley, you two would better destroy these three pictures, otherwise it would cause you endless trouble..."

Li Xiaoyin took these three pictures, rolled them up and put them in the middle of his sleeve, and thanked him:

"Although the city lord has not met me, his sincerity is very sufficient. Mr. Li thanked me here!"

"But, in order to save me, Zen Master Qingwen has passed away here..."

Zhen Zhigu said a little sadly: "Zen Master Qingwen is a monk saint of a generation, and his merits are immeasurable! I will, as the city lord suggests, shape a golden body for the saint monk in Qingxin Temple and come to mourn him every year."

"Click"

"Click"

...

As the four people were talking, a strange sound similar to the expansion of the crack came from the air.

Inadvertently, the sound gradually increased until it reached everyone's ears clearly, which attracted everyone's attention.

The next second, the four people's eyes focused on the source of the sound.

That was the place where Zen Master Qingwen passed away.

On his tattered clothes, the "Ten Thousand" seal made of Buddha's light became bigger and bigger.

At the same time, an old Buddha voice came:

"The prince has experienced life and death, but I don't know if he has left the cycle of reincarnation?"
Chapter completed!