"Let me down first."

"Boy, don't play tricks with me." The gray fog shook and was silent for a moment. The black stone on Jiang Feng's body began to retreat and returned to near his ankle, but it did not disappear.

"I don't know the origin of the shadow, but I know that the black gas is hurting you?"

"Boy, do you know the origin of that black gas?"

"That's right." Jiang Feng put his hand on the storage bag, and then felt the black stone at his ankle condense again, "Yuan Chu, what are the benefits of what I said?"

"Don't make any provision to me, your life is in my hands." The voice in the gray fog was cold and unquestionable, "You can choose any magic weapon in this place."

"You also need to bear your words?"

"No, I will help you get rid of it. It's fair, but your words must have enough value."

"A word is determined!" Jiang Feng took out a long-necked bottle under the gaze of gray fog, which was the remains obtained from Moqiuquan. He threw the bottle in front of him, and the bottle jumped away and rolled down to the gray fog. The gray fog was like dry firewood's hand, and suddenly stretched out his sharp five fingers, grabbed the bottle, removed the talisman, opened the bottle, and a wisp of black air floated out of it.

Huh!

The black gas seemed to feel the danger. Just as it was about to escape, it was grabbed by gray fog and held it in the palm of the hand. The hissing and corrosive sound suddenly came from the black fog's palm.

"Yes, the same feeling. Boy, where does the thing come from?"

"What is this black gas?"

The reason why Jiang Feng threw out the bottle was to personally confirm whether the black gas that seriously injured Yuan Chu was "erosion". Moreover, he wanted to find out what "erosion" was from Yuan Chu, so as to detect the secret of the "true spirit saint". Without the premise that he still had information but did not disclose it, Jiang Feng believed that Yuan Chu would not kill him immediately.

"Knowing that this is useless to you."

The black gas gradually dissolved and dissipated in the palm of the gray mist, and the gray mist condensed slightly because of this. "This is a strand of residual soul with its will condensed by a cultivator at the heavenly level. It has a simple consciousness and is called the "mind soul". I didn't expect that you would have such an adventure to get this thing. Where does this thing come from? Is there still?"

A heavenly monk?

Could it be that the true spirit saint is a dead and unstoppable cultivator, so what does he hide there and have an ulterior motive like the old thief of Yuanchu?

"Answer me!" Yuan Chu seemed a little impatient in the gray fog.

"I also found a jade slip in the hands of a ground-level monk, but I couldn't understand it." Jiang Feng stretched his hand to the storage bag again. This time, he felt that the black stone under his feet did not condense again. It seemed that Yuan Chu was much smaller than before.

The spiritual consciousness penetrated into the storage bag and grabbed the jade slip. With the help of the jade slip, he brought out the "frost" beads obtained from the cave in Fuyuan Town at the same time and threw them at the grey mist.

The cold and vicious chill immediately filled the entire Taoist palace.

When the fist-sized "frost" beads encountered black fog, it seemed as if ice fell into strong oil. It suddenly evaporated violently, rushing left and right in the gray fog, pulling up and down, and a pale aura mixed with the gray fog, like two entangled poisonous snakes, not giving in to each other.

The black stone on Jiang Feng's ankle slowly swam upwards. Jiang Feng was shocked and thought that Yuan Chu had the energy to distract himself. He quickly took out the "illusion" bead and threw it into the entangled aura again.

No, it's going to collapse here!

Under the continuous pull of these two waves of power, this temporary Taoist palace, which is already like a rotten wood, seems to be completely damaged after not long.

Jiang Feng observed left and right, quickly grabbed a few storage bags from Zhou Zhenglian's broken body, and was glad that it was fortunate that it was covered by the storage bag. Otherwise, this treasure would have devoured all the spiritual things here. His heart was like lightning. He took his shadow, threw down the treasure that seemed to be still unable to take away, and headed straight to the upper level.

"Save me..."

He was about to rush out, but he heard a barely shouting for help from behind him.

"this……"

Jiang Feng looked back and saw that without the constraints of the Black Stone, Yan Shujia had collapsed to the ground. Half of her calf had been damaged by the Black Stone, and she was now lying in a pool of blood.

This person's vitality is really tenacious. Jiang Feng thought about the matter of Yan Shujia introducing the teleportation array to Zhou Zhenglian before. I guess she might know some ways to go out. Now the teleportation array has disappeared, and maybe she still has some use, so she picked up Yan Shujia and rushed to the entrance.

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Akayama Sect, Donghu County.

As soon as Zhou Xing returned from Luo Chuan, he summoned Meng Kun in the quick and cleaned up meeting hall. This spiritual cultivator with a nostril was a monk of the Hanshan Sect and had a sensitive identity. Therefore, Zhou Xing did not bring him back to Luo Chuan to reward merits, but placed him in his mansion.

"Meng Kun, thank you for your actions this time. If you hadn't been to the cover, I might have fallen into that shop. But you have a special identity. I'm afraid the sect will not be able to commend you this time on merit. I hope you can understand it." Zhou Xing told Meng Kun not to be too polite, and personally brewed a cup of spiritual tea for him. This kind of treatment is rare among monks who have the opportunity to enter the meeting hall.

"You are kind to the polite master. Since I asked the leader to come to the Akayama Sect, I naturally have to contribute to the sect." Meng Kun was straightforward and did not feel unpleasant because he did not receive any commendation. "But you have to find something for me so that I can get a salary."

"Oh? It's good that this is the case. The situation here is much better than that of the Hanshan Sect. If you get a salary as soon as possible, you can practice again as soon as possible. If you have a good Dharma appearance, you still have hope of the great way."

"No, I just want to propose marriage as soon as possible. Ma Meixi has been in Luochuan for a long time. If I could buy some land and houses as soon as possible, I could ask the leader to order her as soon as possible and marry her."

"hiss……"

Zhou Xing was stunned. Unexpectedly, Meng Kun's perception of him changed a lot in an instant. He thought that Meng Kun could not withstand the poverty of the Hanshan Sect and defected to the Qianshan Sect. Now it seems that it was for the love in his heart. This young man had a bit of a strange mind.

"When the head of the sect comes back, I will report your contribution to him and ask him to decide your position. At present, Donghu County also has many things to do, so you can help me here."

"Mr. Governor, if it is a common man, I can't do it." Meng Kun said frankly, "I am in Hanshan and have been responsible for secretly monitoring you and Matthewji. I am good at this. Are there any similar positions to do?"

Surveillance?

Zhou Xing was stunned again. He said that he was secretly monitored in the Hanshan Sect back then? Why did he never feel it? Now that he thought, he still lived a confused and selfless life in those years, and he was busy every day, but his fulfilling life cannot be whispered to the same Japanese way.

When it comes to surveillance, the East Lake Rebellion that Chixia Gate secretly intervened this time underestimated these forces lurking in the dark. If Mingjingsi had not discovered it in time and rushed over with Luo Chuan's cultivators to quickly wipe it out, perhaps more casual cultivators would take advantage of the situation to rob, and the loss would not be the small number in front of him.

"Since that's the case, I'll temporarily assign you to "check" for this, and be responsible for secretly monitoring people from unknown origins in the county. After the head of the sect returns, I will report this matter and set up such positions in the four counties, cooperate with the Mingjingsi to eliminate hidden dangers."

Zhou Xing once thought in his mind that "supervisor" would also serve as a position, but "supervisor" is not a monk, but more importantly, it is to supervise a group of officials including himself, not a hidden danger among the people. Judging from these, this position is still very necessary, and I believe the leader will also agree with his suggestions very much.

When Wang Yi, the deacon of the Rolling Curtains Office, came to Donghu County, Zhou Xing had inquired about the three counties indirectly. Between Shen Junmao, Li Youde and himself, the proposals he had submitted were the most frequent and were adopted from time to time. After familiarizing himself with the position of guarding the position for several months, Zhou Xing planned to position himself as a "responsible official", hoping to draw some experience from the governance of Donghu County, form rules, and feedback to the head Jiang Feng. This is what he is good at and what he likes.

As for improving people's livelihood and expanding business, he will naturally try his best to do these things, but compared to advice, he hopes to make progress in this regard.

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Outside the Storm Canyon.

A ball of black smoke suddenly soared into the sky, spreading its membrane-like bone wings and heading straight for a golden light in the sky in the distance. His speed had reached its extreme. The strong wind that drove even diluted the black smoke around him, revealing his blood-red and strong chest exposed. It was the old demon Wan who had been waiting outside the valley with Chen Kun.

Bang!

A folding fan flew out from somewhere and was hitting his waist. Old Demon Wan staggered, and his speed was affected. He floated in the air and looked in the direction where the folding fan was hit.

"Who are you?" Old Demon Wan looked at a red figure gradually condensed in the void.

"This golden light has something to do with you?"

The man in red robe did not answer the old demon's question. His blurry face was hidden in his hood, and his thin body floated upwards, staying at a height that could overlook the old demon Wan.

"Are you blind? If it has something to do with me, why does it run away? If it has nothing to do with me, why does I chase it?"

The old demon Wan had missed the best time to pursue the golden light and was very irritated. However, the evil aura faintly revealed by the man in the red robe gave him a very dangerous feeling, and it seemed that it was not suitable to fight with him. However, he, who asked himself that he could fight with the earth level or the golden elixir monks, was not afraid at all, but he was eager to try it.

"Do you want to compete with me?" The man in red robe seemed to easily detect the old demon Wan's thoughts, and the other party's answer made him a little confused. Is this person related to the golden light or not?

"Well?'Listen to the word and analyze the mind' technique?"

"Friends' views. Since the golden light has nothing to do with you, you can leave." The man in red robe took back the folding fan that had been around for a long time before he returned, and found a clear crack on it. He thought to himself that the person in front of him was not a person who could be controlled at will, but he took a look. However, he believed that his background was deep and not afraid of ordinary monks, so he said calmly: "As for you to compete with me for one or two, I refuse."

"Let me think about it. You are a human race, and you are arrogant and bold, wearing a 'Luo Hong embroidered robe'. So, who is Wei Lanqiu?" asked Wan Laomo.

"Who are you?" Hearing Wan Laomo mention "Wei Lanqiu", the man in the red robe was obviously surprised. His blurred face was filled with smoke, and his spiritual power was released, as if he had murderous intent.

"Haha, it doesn't matter who I am. Your casual killing thought verifies my guess. You are the 'Old Master Nine', I'm right?"

Before the other party could answer, Wan Laomo continued, "Tell me something to Wei Lanqiu that Qingyi is dead, I can stop caring about the past, but I want to know the cause of her death. When I meet her in fifteen days, she will naturally know where I am." His figure shook, and the black mist lingered around him again, flying in the direction he came.

"Don't worry anymore? Fifteen days later? I will naturally know?"

The thin man in red robe silently recited these dozen words twice, but he could not think of anything in his heart. Since someone wanted to bring a message to his master, he would take it. But this person was very strange. Since he had something to do with his master Wei Lanqiu, he also mentioned a name like a woman, "Qingyi", and I believe the master would know who he is.

I stopped this suspicious guy, but I missed the golden light. The roaring wind canyon and found nothing. I don’t know if the old men were satisfied with the result. However, with these joints of this person, the master would probably speak for him.

It's time to go back.

His figure gradually dissipated, and he disappeared with Luo Hong's embroidered robe, as if he had not yet gone.

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Outside the collapsed Yuanchu Dao Palace.

"Why are you leaving? Have you found a way?" Jiang Feng found the spiritual spring again in the scattered ruins, took clear water and poured it on Yan Shujia's face, revealing her bright red and tender face.

"Can you... save me?"

Jiang Feng didn't expect that he had waited for the same answer.
Chapter completed!