Could this person be the black-robed monk? But how could he be here and how could he die? Chen Hao once vowed to kill the man with his own hands and torture his soul day and night, but all this became empty talk after the appearance of this skeleton.

His fists were clenched tightly, and a strong unwillingness floated in his heart. He also asked about the whereabouts of the black-robed monk. However, this man had no trace of it as if he had evaporated from the world. Now he has turned into a dead bone here. I think he has been dead for a long time, and everything will be gone, but who will he repay the hatred he buried in his heart! []

Damn it! Chen Hao cursed hard, and was about to step forward to crush his bones and raise them ashes, but suddenly he heard a whisper.

"etc!"

"What do you have to say?" Chen Hao turned his head and looked coldly.

Jing Yanfei felt a trembling heart. What kind of eyes were like a demon from the abyss crying blood. The trace of evil aura that came out of it was simply condensed into substance, turning into two shocking blood swords to penetrate the sky.

She bit her lips tightly and said softly, "Do you remember the sound that sounded in your heart just now? It might be a phantom demon. I guess the owner of this skeleton died and the resentful spirit was transformed by some kind of power, and was attached to her body. If you come forward and touch it, it will suddenly manifest and conceal your mind and suck your brain empty."

Jing Yanfei frowned. In fact, she didn't know why she did this. She could have stood quietly by waiting for the magical demon to suddenly attack, kill the boy Chen, and then calmly escaped from the Ten Thousand Beast Tower. She no longer had to worry about the golden fire hidden in her body, but she did that just now, like a devil and missed a great opportunity.

"Thank you!" Chen Hao nodded gently, and he tied his fingers together and stroked his forehead. The white karma fire jumped out and gently touched the dead bone. The latter suddenly exploded with a "crackling" sound, and a blue-black figure rushed out with his teeth and claws. The endless evil aura rose all over his body, forcing the karma fire to open up.

"It's indeed it!" Jing Yanfei murmured. She had seen the introduction of this thing in the library books. An adult illusionist's heart demon could not resist even a cultivator in the realm of God. Unless his mental state is higher than his cultivation level and can be compared with ordinary Yuanshen ancestors, there will be no chance of meeting him.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but touch the bracelet on her wrist. This was specially made by his father for her, which could protect her mind well. Even if she accidentally fell, she could resurrect with a trace of soul hidden inside. Of course, this required a special ceremony. My father once said that he wouldn't, but wanted to go deep in the southern border, approach the Jiuyou Ridge, and find some people there.

However, she didn't think that the junior brother in front of her would lose. The matters about him could not be judged by common sense. Who could kill so many flying ants in the realm of elixir? Moreover, he has made a breakthrough recently. Even if the Earth-level magic sword slashed on his body, it could only leave a faint wound. It was just a phantom heart demon. Even if it could successfully confuse this person's mind, I'm afraid that even Junior Brother Chen's skull could not be broken. What's going on to absorb his brain?

She guessed right. Although the illusionist inner demon exuded boundless evil aura, it was not in his eyes at all. As long as its body was stained with karma fire, it would be burned so that it would not be left at all. However, he changed his mind temporarily. Since this illusionist inner demon was transformed by the resentful spirit of the man in the black robe, he should try to trap it, and then find some way to condense and awaken his broken consciousness and turn it back into the state when he was just dead.

If you offend him, how could you die so easily!

While using karma fire to prevent the illusionist demon from moving forward, Chen Hao quickly flipped through his memories and found a "great compassionate heavenly sound trapped in the magical magic curse" among thousands of Buddhist practices. The Buddha's master was compassionate to the world and did not want to kill the demons at will when facing a thought. This "great compassionate heavenly sound" can trap thousands of demons, allowing the Buddha's master to slowly pass on the transformation, and eventually become the Vajra of the Buddhist Dharma Protector.

But at this moment, Chen Hao did not have the intention to transform this illusionist inner demon. He just used the "Great Compassion Heavenly Sound" to trap the demon, so that he could find an opportunity to awaken the mind of the black-robed monk.

"Get that pearl!" he turned his head and said softly, but with a hint of unquestionable tone.

Jing Yanfei was stunned for a moment, but her hands shrank, and she refused: "No! This is a gift my mother gave me when I was five years old, and I will never give it to you!"

Chen Hao frowned and looked at the stubbornness on the other person's face. After thinking for a while, he gave up the idea of ​​urging the golden fire. He asked coldly: "Do you have anything else? Can you portray talismans on the surface?"

Jing Yanfei hesitated for a moment, took off the red hairpin behind her head and handed it gently. Her black hair suddenly loosened, and she looked a little pitiful under the brilliance of the pearls.

"Don't break it. If possible, return it to me. This is also my beloved thing. It's just that there is no pearl given by my mother." She said softly, with a lot of reluctance in her expression.

Chen Hao took it over with some complexity and immediately realized that it was made of red jade, with an amazingly hard texture, and should be able to withstand the blessing of the most yin and soft "Great Compassion Heavenly Sound".

He threw the jade hairpin, his face was solemn, his lips kept reciting scriptures, and characters condensed into substance in the air, emitting a faint golden light around the jade hairpin, and finally formed a continuous spell pattern that was deeply embedded in the hairpin. The latter trembled suddenly, and the red light rose, turning into a flying vermilion bird and pounced on the illusion demon who was screaming.

The Vermillion Bird sang softly, tearing open the evil aura that covered the surface of the demon, pierced its body, and wisps of blue smoke rose up, and the figure of the illusionist demon kept twisting, and was sucked into the spell carved on the jade hairpin little by little. He didn't even have time to resist, and Jing Yanfei, who was stunned by the sight.

The Junior Brother Chen in front of him is like a mystery. When you think you understand him, he makes surprising moves. This illusionist in the realm of God may even be deceived by the monks who are in the realm of God, but it is vulnerable in front of him, as if the demon's methods are all restrained by him.

Chen Hao put the jade hairpin in his arms and actually put it into the Buddha's land space. Only then did he sway his arm and put the karma fire back into his eyebrows.

The huge body of the illusion demon dissipated, and the place became much wider. A golden magic card that was not in sight before was exposed in the thick ashes.

Is this? Chen Hao took a step forward to pick up the object and dusted it on it. He saw that there were a few numbers written on this magic sign - Seventh Five-Four.

What does it mean? Chen Hao was confused and a little disappointed. He originally thought there should be some signs of sects on it, but who knew it was such an ordinary existence like a number. He looked at Jing Yanfei standing beside him, and the latter shook his head slowly.

"My Supreme Sect Library records all the sects in the entire Qingzhou continent, and even the major sects in other continents have been involved. However, there is no sect in this regard with the identity magic cards. However, this set of numbers reminds me of an organization."

"What organization?" Chen Hao frowned.

"Shadow Pavilion."

"Shadow Pavilion? What kind of nature is it? I have never heard of it. You can tell me what you know." Chen Hao asked after pondering.

"The Shadow Pavilion is a killer organization. There are rumored that there are 9999 disciples. The magic card you hold is one of them. They usually see the head but not the tail. When you really see it, it has already been attached to your shadow, like a shadow. It is said that even the cultivators in the Yuanshen Realm have accidentally fallen. If my Supreme Sect is the overlord of Qingzhou's bright side, they are the kings living in the dark!"

Chen Hao felt a stern in his heart and asked urgently: "How are their identity numbers sorted? Since this part is July 54, is it a killer who is ahead?"

Jing Yanfei nodded with a serious expression, "This dead bone must have been a cultivator who reached the Nascent Soul Realm during his lifetime, which can explain why the resentful spirit after his death can form such a terrifying illusionist demon."

"Nasty Infant Realm? Impossible!" Chen Hao subconsciously retorted that the power revealed by the man in the black robe when he fought with him and the three of them did not even reach the Dancheng Realm. Even if he received a great adventure later, he would not be able to advance to this level.

"But how do you explain the number?" Jing Yanfei said in a cold tone, "Although I don't know what kind of hatred you had with this dry bone during his lifetime, you may have admitted it wrong. Perhaps this shadow disciple killed your enemy and took away the red magic sword.

"Impossible! No!" Chen Hao slowly retreated with his body, clenched his fists tightly, and suddenly hit a stone pillar with a rumbling sound. The latter exploded to pieces.

He gasped for a few heavy breaths, raised his head and closed his eyes, and a drop of crystal clearness flowed from the corners of his eyes.

After a long time, Chen Hao opened his eyes, his expression filled with fatigue. He walked forward and picked up the broken magic sword. After seeing this magic sword again in recent years, everything felt like a dream.

He sighed and put away the sword, and the painful memory appeared before his eyes, making the hand holding the gold medal tighter, and the latter made an unbearable creaking sound.

"Shadow Pavilion, I will go to you and learn about it all. I hope you will not stop my steps, otherwise I will burn out a piece of the sky and let you escape without a shadow!" Chen Hao growled, like a wounded lonely wolf.
Chapter completed!