"Let me go!"
The old man who buried the bones gently waved his sleeves, trying to disperse the ashes of the incense.
It's a pity that Xiang Yunqian's spiritual energy enveloped her.
The ashes scattered in the air like snowflakes falling, and most of them were blown away by the strong wind.
But there are still some ashes attached to the body of the old man buried in bones.
"Jie Jie Jie, you're laughing so hard!"
"You are covered in ashes, but nothing will happen! I think you monks from the Xuanqing Palace are really dizzy!"
"In the hope of using these ashes to influence me, it is better to say two sharp words verbally."
The old man who was buried with bones couldn't help but smile sarcastically when he saw the ashes covering his body, but nothing happened.
"You all die!"
After laughing at him, the old man with the bone burial subconsciously started to use his spiritual consciousness to condense ghosts and ghosts, completely defeating the spiritual consciousness of Xiang Yunqian and others.
However, when he was running his spiritual consciousness.
There was a slight flash of spiritual light from the ashes of the incense.
ah! ah! ah!
At the moment when a flash of inspiration occurred, the old man buried in bones burst into a shrill scream.
His whole body seemed to be on fire, sparks gradually emerged, and eventually turned into a fire, encompassing it.
The ghosts and ghosts wandering around seemed to have encountered the most powerful treasures. They all made sharp screams and quickly dissipated under the burning flames.
"Damn, what is this!"
"Why did flames suddenly appear and burn my spiritual consciousness!"
The old man who was buried with bones looked shocked. He never thought that looking at the inconspicuous ashes could have such an amazing effect.
No matter how he moved his spiritual energy, he could not extinguish the flames.
And the movement of spiritual consciousness is like adding fuel to the fire, making the flames burn bigger and bigger.
As time goes by.
The flames on the body of the old man who was buried with bones grew stronger and stronger. His spiritual consciousness was like a stream, being roasted. His face was hideous in pain, and he was rolling all over the ground.
"The sacrificial incense sent down by the gods in ancient times has the magical effect of driving away evil spirits..."
"Once you encounter evil spirits, it will naturally cause a purifying effect..."
"Although the effect of ashes is much weaker, after all, it is still easy to subdue an evil cultivator with the treasure given by the ancient Heavenly Dao banished immortal..."
Looking at the buried old man rolling on the ground, Xiang Yunqian breathed a sigh of relief.
It was exactly as she expected.
The thief who took away the monk from Xuanqing Palace was an evil cultivator.
The method is biased toward evil spirits and can easily cause the purification of the incense used in sacrificial rituals.
Just now I watched the ashes stick to the old man's body, but it had no effect.
In fact, Xiang Yunqian even mentioned the position of her throat.
Facts have proved that it is not that the ashes of the sacrificial incense are not effective, but that the "ashes" are like unlit "firewood". The old man who buried the bones needs to use his spiritual consciousness and add a fire to burn brightly.
"Ah! You guys are going to put out the fire on me!"
"I will return the bodies of your sect monks!"
"Stop burning!"
The old man buried in bones was swallowed up by the flames, and he wailed in pain and kept begging for mercy.
At this moment, he was very frightened.
What was frightening was that no matter what methods he tried, he could not extinguish the flames on his body.
You know, his level back then was ridiculously high.
It is not an exaggeration to extinguish a sect with just one breath, but now all kinds of magic techniques have failed to extinguish the fire at all.
As if this is really the flame of heaven, once ordinary cultivators, especially evil cultivators, are exposed to it, their only option is to die.
The old man's plea for mercy fell on the ears of the Xuanqing Palace monks, and naturally aroused a burst of ridicule.
Thinking of how arrogant this person was just now, he looked like he wanted to destroy everyone.
But look at the embarrassing scene at this moment.
It can only be said that the tide is turning, and it is turning very fast.
"..."
"Damn evil cultivator, it's too late to beg for mercy now!"
"..."
"Yes, the monks who dare to seize our Xuanqing Palace are really tired of living!"
"..."
"This evil cultivator has superb skills. He can be sealed for a long time and is still alive in the world. He was able to avoid the detection of the saint and several elders last time. I guess his true level must be ridiculously high!"
"We can't let him go easily!"
"Otherwise there will be endless trouble!"
"..."
"Yes, this evil cultivator's methods are very weird. In less than half a day, he reached the foundation-building level by devouring monsters. I'm afraid his real level is very high, so we can't let him off easily!"
"..."
The monks in Xuanqing Palace were furious, and they didn't even think of letting go of the old man buried in bones.
If he just thinks he is a nuisance, he will kill him directly.
Xiang Yunqian stood aside and watched silently, with no intention of stopping.
She is very clear about the effect of sacrificial incense.
It just drives away evil spirits and purifies their spiritual consciousness.
Therefore, it will not harm a strong and strong man.
Even, in the process of burning the bones and burying the old man's spiritual consciousness, his spiritual consciousness will be reawakened.
Of course, the possibility is relatively small.
The biggest result is that this person has died. After all, his body has been taken away, and his own spirituality is basically gone.
In this situation.
There was very little hope of rebirth.
Thinking of this, Xiang Yunqian's eyes couldn't help but become cold, and she looked at the old man buried with bones with a very unkind expression.
It's all this old guy.
A sudden incident caused the death of the monks in Xuanqing Palace.
This account must be paid.
As time goes by.
About half an hour passed.
The spiritual consciousness of the old man buried in bones seemed to be burned out, and he did not move at all. The spiritual energy in his body quickly dissipated, and he looked like he was dead.
"it's over......"
Xiang Yunqian took a careful look and scanned the bones of the old man with his spiritual sense. He found that all his spiritual sense was burned, and he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's a pity that Chen Yan couldn't be rescued..."
"Take it back for burial..."
He waved his hand to Yun Qian and motioned to the monks beside him, with the body of a burly man.
"Why......"
The other monks each sighed, and each used their spiritual energy to wrap around the burly man's body, and took him back to Xuanqing Palace.
Just after a group of people left.
in the original area.
A very faint soul emerged from the soil.
His appearance was that of an old man buried in bones.
"Damn Xuan Qing Palace monk, I don't know where he got the treasure, but he actually burned my soul until there was only a trace left..."
The remaining soul of the buried old man looked towards Yun Qian's leaving direction with malicious eyes.
But don't wait for him to take a second look.
The soul quickly dissipated.
I'm afraid that in a few more breaths, it will be lost between heaven and earth.
"There is only a trace of soul left, find a body quickly!"
The old man who was buried with bones noticed his own condition and hurriedly wandered around. He saw a tiny bamboo insect passing by on the ground and hurriedly attached to it.
