“Aaaaaaa——!!!”

A suppressed and endured miserable roar suddenly rose up, resounding throughout the entire hall and spreading into the tomb passages on all sides.

Even in the distant back hall where the tomb passage was blocked, the atmosphere among a group of women became tense.

At this moment, the scorching candle flame had left Qin Jianfu's two fingers and spread to Zhao Rong's upper body, burning wildly.

It was like a fire snake stuck to his body, swirling around the one-armed scholar's chest.

Neck, face, scalp, hair scarf...

Every hair turned to ashes, every piece of cloth turned to smoke.

Every inch of skin was burnt and wrinkled, and every piece of flesh was carbonized.

They were as if being licked one by one by this 'fire snake'. The thousands of barbs on its tongue ruthlessly scraped off the charred flesh and blood, then rolled it into its stomach, and continued to lick it after tasting the deliciousness.

In the blazing flames, not a single scrap of the one-armed scholar's flesh and blood would be wasted...

The scabbard in Zhao Rong's hand had already fallen under the coffin. He held his burning face tightly with his left hand, howled in pain, and fell off the dragon coffin.

Even though he was a warrior at the Fuyao realm with the physique of an alien dragon, his body was far from being indestructible and indestructible.

At this moment, Zhao Rong's body curled up like a weak shrimp, and he fell to the ground in pain, rolling left and right, trying to put out the flames that were devouring his flesh and blood.

But it was of no avail.

The young scholar, who was engulfed by the increasingly fierce flames, covered his face with his only remaining left hand, and raised his head high for a while, and then buried it tightly again.

Struggling desperately and in great pain.

“Ahhhh…Ahhhhhhh!”

At this moment, he was like a big piece of raw meat, pressed tightly on the charcoal grill plate by a kitchen spatula. It was gradually fried and the aroma of meat began to spread.

In the midst of the carbon black, he looked even thinner.

However, the price he paid was that his upper body was completely burned, and he became like a certain disfigured old scholar, neither human nor ghost.

Qin Jianfu stood quietly half a step outside the blood-red hexagram.

A grey halo of light was slowly emerging from the grey pipe in his hand, covering and protecting his hunched body.

Qin Jianfu didn't have to step into the blood-colored hexagram, he could control the candle flame to go in.

In addition to this, Qin Jianfu even has several other techniques that can help him "go in" and force Zhao Rong out.

Do you really think that he will be helpless if you hide in there?

I didn't expect that he would be able to figure it out after just one try, haha.

The disfigured old scholar did not look at Zhao Rong, who was suffering a miserable death on the ground in front of him.

He lowered his head and stared quietly at the small piece of cotton core left between his two fingers.

It had lost its flame and was mostly burnt black, with only some white cotton thread remaining intact.

But...it can never be restored to its original state.

The old man who lost his son and his family murmured to the charred cotton core: "As a Confucian... as a minister... as a father, I may have let down the Confucian school, the saints, the ruler and the people, but..."

"As a father, I will definitely be worthy of you."

In the magnificent hall where someone was quietly burning, the old man's back was hunched and desolate.

He slowly raised his head and flicked the cotton wick off his hand.

At the same time, he glanced at the gray pipe in his hand, and saw a dazzling halo coming out of the mouth of the pipe.

Still trying to locate and rescue people? Haha, his methods and skills are amazing. If he were to confront me, I would definitely run away, but now we are so far away, and there is such a powerful treasure... Humph, I don’t know how this little beast has so many powerful monks to protect him...

The old man sneered in his heart, and with his other hand he made a gesture, pointing at the gray pipe that contained a lot of things today.

Suddenly, a gray halo appeared on the pipe, and the mouth of the pipe was tightly closed again.

Some of the noise was immediately suppressed.

At this moment, in front of the dragon coffin, in addition to the painful roars, the crackling sound of roasted meat could be heard from time to time in the silently jumping and burning "candle flame".

Soon, a very rich meaty aroma wafted through the air-impeded hall. The aroma of cooked meat seemed to be mixed with some seasoning spices, making the meat even more delicious.

Qin Jianfu closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, and took a deep breath.

At the same time, he was listening carefully and savoring those wonderful "sounds".

This is the correct way to take revenge.

The taste is delicious and addictive.

Today, after so much trouble, he finally enjoyed himself.

Just at this moment.

It could be that there was too much autumn wind and air leaking out of the dragon coffin, or it could be that some vengeful old man didn't want someone to die too quickly.

It is also possible that someone's body is already completely carbon black and there is not much flesh and blood left to offer the aroma of meat.

The burning flames on Zhao Rong's body swayed violently for a while, then gradually got smaller, and finally slowly went out.

He rolled on the ground, gritting his teeth and puffing out his cheeks like a wild beast, trying hard to hold back his voice.

Although the flames have gone out, the pain that penetrates deep into the bone and makes one grit one's teeth is still like a cancer attached to the bone.

Zhao Rong's face was blurred, most of his teeth were burnt black, and the hands covering his face seemed to be stuck to his face, with flesh and blood melted and solidified together.

Before that, he kicked the dragon coffin next to him several times because of the pain, causing a small part of his body to go out of the blood-colored hexagram, and the scabbard was also squeezed out of the hexagram.

Because of this, the blood line of the hexagram was even blurred.

All of this proves that this strange pattern on the ground in the center of the hall is superficial and useless.

The empty city plan was completely bankrupt.

Qin Jianfu opened his eyes and glanced at his "masterpiece" on the ground.

The one-armed scholar covered his face with one hand, struggled and twisted his body, groaning in pain.

The old man held a gray pipe in his hand, calmly raised his foot, stepped over the blood-red hexagram, walked to Zhao Rong's side, raised one foot, and with a "bang", stepped on the latter's charcoal-like forehead.

He bent down slightly, calmly lowered his eyes, and looked down at the young scholar with a broken arm and disfigured face:

"If you look like this, even if you are released, will those ladies who are worried about you be able to accept it? Haha..."

The disfigured old scholar's mouth curled up slightly.

A smile on the face but not on the heart.

"Now, we are all homeless."

On the ground, the man, who was as black as coal, had his head stepped on by the old man, his burnt black teeth clenched tightly.

He swallowed hard to suppress the moan that escaped from his throat. His lips were burned so hard that they could not be distinguished, but they trembled slightly at this moment.

Seems to be saying something.

Zhao Rong, whispering, supported himself on his elbows and tried to raise his head, but was stepped on by the disfigured old scholar.

His head could not move at all, and his pair of eyes, which were filled with black blood, drooped a little, like two dim and dry stars.

Qin Jianfu looked down at this inhuman man.

The feet are used to step on something and then to pick it up.

The old man raised his chin on the tiptoes, then lowered his head and calmly looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar 'face' below.

Well, or rather, it has become a lump of flesh and blood, and the hands that were covering the face before are stuck in it.

The only thing left on the one-armed scholar's face was a pair of dim, star-like eyes, which were full of bloodshot.

His eyelids drooped like two thin pieces of coal.

At this moment, his chin was lifted up by a foot, but he looked up at the ceiling of the hall inlaid with luminous pearls, and did not look at the old man looking down at him.

The one-armed scholar looked up at the sky and murmured.

Qin Jianfu tilted his head, as if trying to listen carefully to what he was saying.

The one-armed scholar whispered a monosyllabic word again, then silently tore off the 'hand on the face'. On the palm, black, red and white were blurred together, and the five fingers trembled as they were clenched into a fist and raised.

He slowly hammered towards Qin Jianfu's face.

The smile on the old man's face disappeared.

Expecting someone to beg for mercy before dying, he nodded.

Then the withered hand grabbed the ridiculously slow fist and casually flicked Zhao Rong's middle finger.

Completely broken.

The severed finger, still attached to the skin, hung on the back of the hand.

He could no longer make a fist.

Beside a certain heart lake, there was a sword spirit in purple clothes sitting beside the lake with its knees hugged, not caring about its image. It did not look at the tragic scene outside, but stared at someone's heart lake with a frown in confusion and silence.

On the surface of the lake of the heart, fighting against the color of painful death, there was still that 'calm color' that the purple-robed sword spirit found beautiful.

It suddenly felt that even though it was very likely that it would soon die together with this scumbag sword master who ignored it, it didn't seem too bad to be able to see such a beautiful and interesting heart lake before dying.

The purple sword spirit stretched out a finger, as if to lift a strand of hair on its temples, and then its eyes drooped, slowly landing on a dark blue colored dragon carp under the surface of the Heart Lake. It looked at the dragon carp circling above a certain cordon with some curiosity...

Inside the main hall, the lips of a disfigured one-armed scholar trembled, as if he uttered another monosyllabic word.

Qin Jianfu seemed to have heard it more clearly this time. He raised his eyelids, and the next second, there was a loud "bang". Zhao Rong flew backwards with his head raised, and his body rolled several times. He was blocked by a three-legged tripod in the southeast corner of the hall.

The disfigured old scholar who kicked the one-armed scholar away frowned slightly and looked around.

"eight?"

The single syllable that the dying one-armed scholar just murmured seemed to be "eight".

This is in...

Qin Jianfu's cloudy eagle-like eyes swept across the empty hall, but before he could be alert, a beautiful and pleasant singing voice suddenly arose in the hall.

Or say.

It just came from his ears.

Today, the old man who returned to the Jindan realm heard the whale song.

"……ninety."

Inside the hall, a Fuyao realm scholar who had already heard the singing murmured something, but this time, Qin Jianfu was too busy to hear it.

He suddenly lowered his head, opened his eyes and looked at his hands, and discovered with horror that his spiritual energy had completely disappeared!

The fourth-grade golden elixir that continuously provided him with surging and powerful spiritual energy was like a landlubber with its neck strangled. It could no longer use its loud voice and suffocated.

It was Whale Song Amber, the magical incense from the North Sea that Qian'er gave to Zhao Rong for self-defense one night in Dali Hanjing when Zhao Rong was staying up late to make up for his lessons. Even the most powerful Jindan realm cultivator could not withstand it for more than ten breaths!

Beside a certain heart lake, the purple-robed sword spirit who was hugging his knees suddenly stood up. His face! His face! It turned out that Zhao Rong was drowsy before and was trying hard to hold on! It turned out that he had smeared the Whale Song Amber on his face in advance! Then he deliberately angered Qin Jianfu, and openly and secretly guided the old man to "treat him in his own way" and destroy his face with flames! Then the Whale Song Amber mixed with blood on his face was ignited, and along with the aroma of Zhao Rong's roasted meat, Qin Jianfu inhaled it into his nose in the most unexpected situation...

Rao Shigui couldn't help but sigh with excitement at this moment, and at this moment, in his peripheral vision, the dark blue colored dragon carp that was circling on the cordon had disappeared...

The atmosphere in the sealed underground palace hall was dead silent.

The old man who had 'extinguished' the golden elixir was terrified for a moment, and seemed to have sensed some movement. He looked up suddenly like a frightened bird.

In the field of vision, the figure that had collapsed in the southeast corner slowly stood up.

"You...what did you do? What song is this? Who is singing? " Qin Jianfu was furious and looked around.

At this moment, the young Confucian scholar who was lying on the ground groaning in pain seemed to have suddenly become a different person.

His originally weak and endangered expression gradually subsided and he stopped pretending.

…

He lowered his head, held on to the three-legged tripod beside him, and slowly stood up.

The man, who was covered in black, lowered his head and looked at his left hand calmly.

He only had four fingers left.

Deep in the heart lake, a dragon carp resolutely dived into the abyss, and was immediately swallowed by an excited evil dragon.

Then.

The evil dragon transformed into a dragon, with demonic flames raging. It immediately turned around and started to devour the other evil dragons that were watching!

Eat one in one breath.

The dragons fled in fear.

A killing spree that even the most vicious creatures in the Heart Lake tremble with fear has officially begun.

Inside the hall, a one-armed scholar raised his head, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

There is the aroma of his meat.

"What are you doing? You're looking for death! How dare you!!"

An old man detected something with his keen senses, and his heart trembled. He shouted angrily at the one-armed scholar who was standing still, speaking in panic.

But at his feet.

But he took one step back... two steps... three steps...

The one-armed scholar suddenly opened his eyes.

These are a pair of bloody eyes.

The bloodshot-eyed scholar raised his left hand, put it to his mouth, and gently bit off the broken middle finger on his left hand.

Finally, the four bloody fingers were able to make a fist again.

Feel it.

He felt the power between this "four-finger fist".

He is a martial artist of high rank.

He has... nine breaths.

The bloodshot-eyed scholar took a step of ten feet and arrived in front of Qin Jianfu in an instant. He punched the old man in the face. The old man flew backwards and hit the cold dragon coffin with a loud bang, and fell heavily to the ground again.

The pipe in his hand also fell to the ground beside him.

Qin Jianfu's nose and mouth were bleeding. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his hunched body bent and shrank like a shrimp, while he coughed madly.

The blood-eyed scholar with the terrifying physique of an alien dragon took a step forward and instantly came to the old man whose body was only slightly stronger than the perfect Fuyao realm after he lost his spiritual energy.

The dragon coffin behind the latter still slowly leaked out the autumn wind and air.

The hall is dead silent, and the autumn air is chilly today.

It is better to kill people.

"You... You!" The disfigured old scholar, with blood all over his mouth, raised his head angrily, but was met with a pair of cold bloodshot eyes.

In front of the dragon coffin, two Confucian scholars were one lying down and the other standing.

This time the positions are reversed!

After testing Qin Jianfu's physique with a three-tenths-strength attack, the blood-eyed scholar remained neither arrogant nor impatient.

He didn't waste a moment.

Bend your knees, turn sideways, and raise your fists.

The second punch was thrown without any reservation, with all his strength, slamming down at the old man on the ground!

After a sound of breaking air.

"Bang!"

“Boom!”

A dull sound was heard from under the dragon coffin.

There was no sound of bone cracking.

Zhao Rong's punch was like hitting a marshmallow, and the force was actually offset!

There were many changes on the field.

The bloodshot-eyed scholar retracted his fist and looked with frowned brows. It turned out to be the gray pipe next to Qin Jianfu. A strange gray halo was constantly emerging from it, surrounding and protecting him.

Took the blow just now.

“Oh no!”

Gui exclaimed, "This thing is spiritual. Although the owner has lost his spiritual energy and cannot activate it, its spirit has sensed the danger and protected itself! This thing... is not simple!!"

The blood-eyed scholar silently counted down in his mind and continued to punch with all his strength!

"Bang!"

“Boom!”

It still feels like being stuck in a ball of cotton.

The strange halo coming out of the gray pipe protected Qin Jianfu, who was staring in surprise, tightly, and after being hit by two punches, it did not show any signs of weakness!

“Four…five…” The bloodshot-eyed scholar was not discouraged. He bent his knees mechanically and raised his fist, punching out again.

Seeing this hopeless and futile scene, Gui fell silent.

Sure enough, it is harder than climbing to the sky to kill an old monster in the Jindan realm by crossing three realms. Any small accident will lead to a complete failure.

“Hahahahahahaha!”

Qin Jianfu laughed loudly, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and started coughing violently from laughing, "Cough cough cough cough...hahahahahaha..."

"You are courting death, you are courting death, you are a piece of trash! So what if you can plot against me? Any magic weapon I carry can make you helpless! So what if you have the physique of a mere ninth-grade warrior? An ant is an ant!"

The old man laughed very happily. This was the happiest laugh he had ever had tonight!

He wanted this kind of "giving hope to the other party and then making the other party completely despair" scenario! God actually gave it to him! God is also on his side now!!!

The bloodshot-eyed scholar seemed not to have heard it. He didn't even blink, pursed his lips, and continued to gather strength to punch.

The gray pipe lying on the ground still emitted a gray halo.

Qin Jianfu propped himself up and sat under the dragon coffin, leaning against the wall of the dragon coffin. He laughed and coughed, stretched out his hand, and touched the Sumeru object with trembling hands, as if he wanted to take out some other magic weapons.

But this hand was retracted halfway.

Because at the moment he does not have the spiritual energy to open the Sumeru object.

But Qin Jianfu was not in a hurry at all.

His old face was smiling like a flower, and he looked happily and proudly at Zhao Rong who was silently punching nearby.

“Hahaha, how do you feel? How do you feel, you little beast? Say something! You endured and calculated for the whole afternoon, but in the end you couldn’t even touch a hair of mine, hahahahahahaha, you piece of trash, piece of trash! When I recover my spiritual energy, I will…”

At this moment, the mouth of the gray pipe suddenly glowed brightly!

It seemed as if something was about to break out of the gray pipe and break through the blockade!

The mysterious gray pipe of unknown origin trembled!

Suddenly, all the gray halos surrounding and protecting Qin Jianfu suddenly shrank back and flowed back into the bag, tightly guarding the bag opening that was about to be broken open by some force!

This scene is like a stream flowing backwards.

In a blink of an eye, the crisis situation in front of the dragon coffin was reversed again!

"Oh...oh...no...don't..." Qin Jianfu stared at the gray pipe in a daze, and the words in his mouth stopped abruptly, like an old duck with its neck strangled.

"Six...seven..." The blood-red-eyed scholar, who was silent and raising his fist, was chanting calmly.

The air in the hall was a little quieter at this moment.

The old man turned his head with a stiff neck.

The bloodshot scholar raised four fingers and clenched his fist silently.

Charge up... and blast down!

With one punch, he pierced Qin Jianfu's dantian.

With a twist of his wrist, a fiery golden pill was dug out and thrown away casually.

"eight."

Another punch, breaking through the chest.

A beating heart exploded directly, and blood spurted out everywhere!

Like a blooming red flower.

"Nine."

Another punch hit Qin Jianfu's dull face and smashed his entire head.

Red, white and green were splattered everywhere, and the floor looked like a bright and colorful canvas.

Qin Jianfu, died.

At the same time, the ninth breath has arrived.

By the Heart Lake, the silent purple-robed sword spirit suddenly stood up, stretched out his hand, and captured the projection of a sword from one of Zhao Rong's souls.

After who knows how many years had passed since he returned, he finally handed over a sword.

Deep in the heart abyss that had turned into a bloody purgatory, the bloody dragon that had swallowed the ninth evil dragon and was about to transform out of control had one of its heads chopped off.

A dragon fell.

From the corpse of the demon dragon, a weak evil dragon and an extremely dim "dark blue colored glass" emerged and separated...

The former escaped back into the abyss, while the latter floated across the cordon, rose back to the surface of the lake, and turned into a carp...

Inside the underground palace, someone stood on Qin Jianfu's body and finally spoke hoarsely:

"It seems... you are not very good at being a father."

Zhao Rong nodded.

At this moment, his body was staggering and his eyelids could not help but droop.

He gently stretched out his hand with only four fingers left and gently untied the opening of the gray pipe that had lost its owner from the outside.

Something is released.

But someone just couldn't see it.

Next to the tall dragon coffin, a burnt and extremely black afterimage fell towards a certain direction in the hall.

The hall fell into deathly silence again.

It was as if what had just happened had never existed.

Only the messy ground surrounding the dragon coffin in this hall, and the traces of horror and tragedy, silently told the possible visitors something...