Zhao Yunlan broke her tragic memories without any sympathy and rubbed her hands: "Don't mention those broken things in the past, what should I do now?"

The Soul-Slaying Envoy was silent for a moment. Wang Zheng moved his lips. Just as he was about to speak, Zhao Yunlan pointed at her and said, "I didn't ask you, shut up."

Wang Zheng: "..."

"The mountains and river cones are so unwilling to die. Even if the soul that dies in the mountains and river cones is taken into the mountains and river cones, it will become a ghost and resentful spirit over time." The Soul-Slaying Envoy thought about it and spoke very steadily, "If I say there is no other way, either destroy this holy weapon or forcefully suppress the soul inside."

His words were very subtle. Wang Zheng didn't understand for a moment. He looked at him in confusion with his big eyes: "Sir, are you saying..."

Zhao Yunlan said: "It means that if you can't blow up the mountain and river cone, you can only cut the soul inside, killing them to pieces and save trouble."

Wang Zheng reached out to cover his mouth.

The Soul-killing Envoy shook his head: "It is unfair to kill people's souls for no reason."

Then there is only one way to blow up the mountain and river cones.

The three of them were silent at the same time.

Zhao Yunlan sat on the ground, pressing the lighter to play. Suddenly, he stared at the small flame and spoke to the soul-killing envoy, "I remembered that on the way here, we met a slutch who held the lamp. He passed by the road outside Qingxi Village. Didn't he know what happened here? Didn't he just stared at it and passed by Shanhe Cone?"

The Soul-Slaying Envoy said, "He probably didn't care about the ferry of more than a hundred people."

Zhao Yunlan glanced at him, with a look of doubt, then he suppressed his doubts and said, "Since the Four Saints have been scattered in the world for so many years, why did you start to recycle them now? The last time the Reincarnation Ding was a coincidence, and this time I was probably coming for the mountain and river cone, right?"

The Soul-Slaying Envoy immediately found himself speechless and shut up - this man was too smart. Whether he was 25 or not, he seemed to hide his excessively sharp shrewdness. Every time he took it out unexpectedly, he could pierce the cause and effect of others.

Zhao Yunlan refused to let him go easily, and his eyes slowly fell down on the wide sleeve of the Soul-Slaying Envoy, pointing out: "The blood on the adult's sleeve has not yet shaken."

"I have never heard of such things as ghost animals in the world. However, they appeared almost at the same time as the Reincarnation Ding, one of the four holy tools, and the underworld is very secretive. What exactly are they? They can't appear out of thin air, where do they all come from? Shouldn't the so-called holy tools be squeezed out by all parties? Why do you let them wander in the world for so many years?"

The Soul-killing Envoy judged others all his life, and he had never asked him this way. He was silent for a long time and could not pick out a suitable statement. Finally, he said with an extremely gentlemanly: "I can't say it."

To deal with people like Zhao Yunlan with lies is basically to humiliate themselves. Instead, it is better to tell him openly, "I know this, I just don't want to tell you", and it will save you the energy to make up lies.

Zhao Yunlan lit another cigarette and took a deep breath between her mouth. No one knew what he was thinking for a moment. After a while, he did not ask questions anymore.

Zhao Yunlan stood up, took out his empty cigarette box from his pocket, poured out the earthen wall with the octagonal symbol and put it in his palm, and asked Wang Zheng: "What does this mean? In the spell of your Hanga tribe, does this refer to the mountains and rivers cones?"

Wang Zheng thought for a while: "When I was a child, my father taught me that this is what the mountain means, putting a circle outside means water."

"Your dad didn't fool you, right?" Zhao Yunlan asked, "Don't you, an illiterate nation, have another symbol that represents mountain?"

Fortunately, Wang Zheng had a good temper. He kept calm when he heard this. He didn't want to beat the leader at all. He still explained in detail: "The octagonal shape is a sacred mountain, that is, the piece with the mountain and river cone. During my lifetime, this was the forbidden area of ​​my clan. No one was allowed to come up except the clan leader."

Zhao Yunlan frowned: "But I didn't see the water circling the mountains."

Wang Zheng hesitated for a moment: "It's been so many years, but the landform and feng shui may have changed a long time ago."

Zhao Yunlan vetoed: "It is impossible. The circle circles around the star anise, which is understandable to express that water surrounds the mountains, but it is impossible to refer to water alone. There is no such precedent in the mantras passed down by the Hanga tribe."

Wang Zheng looked at Zhao Yunlan blankly. She always felt that although the leader was very good, he was somewhat unemployed. Unexpectedly, he had such an understanding of the Hanga tribe in just a few days.

Zhao Yunlan raised his head and looked in the direction of the mountain river cone: "Mountain souls and water spirits... The Hanga tribe used the mountain river cone to achieve the Robra forbidden technique. I don't know how many generations have been. They must know something deeper. If the corpse is placed in the water and buried in the water, they can escape the mountain river cone. Then the matter of framed the octagon with circles to represent water is very subtle."

The Soul-Slaying Envoy followed his thoughts and thought for a moment: "The mountain is still and the flowing water does not rot, so what the Lord means is that water can overcome it?"

Zhao Yunlan laughed: "Why not give it a try?"

The soul-killing envoy stood up when he heard this. Zhao Yunlan waved at Wang Zheng like a summoning dog. He raised his hand like an old man and knocked his dial impatiently.

Wang Zheng flashed and disappeared from the spot.

The Soul-Slaying Envoy raised his hand and waved the grey mist. Then, he pointed to the snow and the circle of ice and snow surrounding the mountains and rivers at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a circle of thin water.

Sure enough, the restless mountain and river cone just now quieted down like a miraculously, like a madman who was temporarily comforted, in a vicious silence.

This time, the Soul-Slaying Envoy did not dare to make a rash move. He stood cautiously outside the water circle and observed the reaction of the mountains and rivers.

Under his movements, more and more ice and snow melted. In the cold snowy mountains, the water flowed harder and heavier. It slowly dyed through the thick snow calories, like little snakes after another, "hissing" to approach the mountain and river cones.

Zhao Yunlan heard the "buzzing" sound. The moment the fog spread out, he heard the sound. At first, he thought that the influence of the mountains and rivers on him had not completely disappeared, but later, he heard a person's intermittent voice from the "buzzing" sound.

"I haven't grown old...I have grown old..."

He felt familiar, just like the sudden throbbing after the earthquake that day.

Zhao Yunlan carefully distinguished the sound. For a moment, he could hear it almost as if he was in a devilish way, and he couldn't help but blurt out with the sound: "The stone that has not been old and has faded, the water that has not been cold and has frozen, the body that has not been born and died, the soul that has not been burned..."

The Soul-Slaying Envoy suddenly turned his head, unable to see his face, but his gaze seemed to be about to shoot someone through.

Zhao Yunlan shook his mind for a moment, woke up immediately, pinched his eyebrows hard, and suspected that he was allergic to something, and was almost hallucinating - for a moment, he felt that the big stone called Shanhe Cone was establishing some connection with him, attracting him to go over.

Just as he lowered his head, a white light flashed by the snow. From Zhao Yunlan's perspective, he could see a person appearing out of thin air behind the Soul-Slaying Envoy, and a huge axe slashed straight from the back of the Soul-Slaying Envoy.

Since entering this valley, Zhao Yunlan had almost never left the gun with a hand inserted in his pocket. At this time, he responded very quickly, raised his hand to put the gun on the shoulder of the Soul-Slaying Order, and fired a shot without blinking.

Through the □□, the bullet hit the man's forehead. At the same time, the soul-slaying sword in the soul-slaying commander's hand swung horizontally. He was like a pitch-black whirlwind, causing a fierce wind to be there. The friction between the blade of the soul-slaying knife and the scabbard made a harsh sound, and the tail collided with the giant axe.

The two of them took three steps at the same time. Only then did Zhao Yunlan see that the man holding the giant axe had a pale ghost mask on his face, a bullet eye on his forehead, and black liquid flowed out of it.

Zhao Yunlan looked at the Soul-Slaying Envoy and looked at the person again, and couldn't figure out what was going on for a moment - he had never heard of such a person.

The ghost-faced man slowly raised his hand, wiped off the black blood on his forehead, and turned to Zhao Yunlan. The pale ghost-faced mask slowly twisted his facial features with his movements... almost smiling expression.

"Master," the voice of the ghost-faced man came out from under the mask in a muffled manner, "It has been gone for a thousand years and has not changed at all."

"..." Zhao Yunlan felt that she was a little uncomfortable with this way of reminiscing.

The eyebrows on the ghost face mask suddenly dropped, and the thing showed a look of wanting to laugh and crying. The ghost face man continued, "It's just that the Lord has not been so merciless to me before. But it's okay. You treat me well no matter how you do it. If you borrow the grace of fire, don't die for a hundred deaths..."

The Soul-Slaying Envoy did not let him continue. The blade of the Soul-Slaying Knife condensed into a dazzling light, and almost made a sharp roar when it split the air. Although he didn't know who was who, Zhao Yunlan immediately retreated to the side, so as not to avoid the two great gods being inadequate enough and unable to perform, which would affect the fish in the pond.

He had never seen the Soul-Slaying Envoy get so angry.

Wang Zheng's voice came from his watch: "Chu Zhao, who is that person?"

Zhao Yunlan held his cigarette in his mouth, put his hands into his sleeves, squatted to the side, and kept his obscene movement and said in a muffled manner: "How could I know, I don't know everyone... Do I look like the kind of person who likes to be chaotic?"

If Wang Zheng had a bolder personality, facing this situation, I would probably have to say "Can you still have some more face?" to Zhao Yunlan. Unfortunately, she is naturally gentle and implicit, so she has to be speechless.

Zhao Yunlan held the mood of watching the 3D blockbuster and watched the game leisurely for a while. Then she twisted the cigarette butt into the snow, sniffed between her hands, and rubbed her frozen hands.

"The stone that has not yet grown old and has not yet grown old, the water that has not yet been cold." He said, his eyes turned to the side, and he stretched out his finger and tapped his dial, "You can't say it, I suddenly have an idea, want to give it a try."

Wang Zheng was afraid that he would have any ideas, so he shouted: "Zhao Chu, Zhao Chu!"

Zhao Yunlan ignored her. He untied a bunch of keys from his belt. There was an old key chain on the key, which was the shape of the book. The patterns on it were smoothed. There was a crooked "Zhen" character on the back, and a gap in the middle, which was probably hollow.

He carried the key and walked towards the direction of the mountain and river cone. Suddenly, several secret animals emerged from the surging ground, surrounding him with a fierce look.

Zhao Yunlan glanced at him, and the ghost beasts did not take the initiative to attack him, but just blocked him in front of him with a fierce spirit and prevented him from approaching the mountain and river cone.

Zhao Yunlan folded his hands, stretched his waist, dragged his lazy long voice and said, "Oh, I understand a little. It turns out that he is the 'master', and you also took the reincarnation sundial, but what are you planning to use the four holy tools?"

The young animals naturally would not answer, but just moved forward side by side, trying to scare him off.

Zhao Yunlan sneered, took out a cigarette from his pocket, opened the small book-shaped key ring on the key chain, and it was not a photo of his family, but a small ball of fire. It was like some kind of exquisite lighter, lit the cigarette in his hand with a light sound.

Zhao Yunlan closed the pendant with a "bang" and did not stuff the cigarette into his mouth, but clamped it between two fingers. He sighed softly: "In my life, I hate ugly people as monsters, and I hate dogs to block the road. You are really good engineers in the new era - just looking for others' thunders..."

He finished speaking, and the cigarette in his hand was like a small firecracker, flying out with a "swoosh". The moment he left his finger, the thin smoke burned into a big fireball, hanging out its long tail, and it turned into a fierce meteor, rushing towards the ghost beast.

Youyouzu screamed "Samadhi True Fire", and then the two of them were swept into the tongue of fire when they couldn't dodge. Bi Fang's fire was extraordinary and instantly burned these demons and evil things to ashes.

Zhao Yunlan smiled in the firelight: "What real fire is false? The earth bun that has never seen the world has been like this. Don't you know that this is the first hidden weapon in the weapon spectrum, a divine object known as the "Zhunting Monkey" in the martial arts world?"
Chapter completed!