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As soon as the underground giant bones appeared, the mortal monks waiting around rushed forward and surrounded the collapsed deep pit.Yao Bai was still in shock, but suddenly there was a white glow in front of his eyes - the monks who were ready to go all drew their swords.Only then did Yao Bai wake up suddenly, remembering that the purpose of these people gathering here was to destroy the keel.

Heishui was tongue-tied for a moment, "What do you mean... Could it be that the demon keel is the Qingling Emperor?" Before he finished speaking, Yaobai had already pushed aside the surrounding villagers and ran towards the deep pit.

"Little Bai!" Wen Bufan called out, and ran after him.An unusually handsome bald monk was very eye-catching among a group of monks full of immortality, and soon someone noticed him.The mortal monks only regarded him as a Buddhist cultivator who came to see the excitement, and did not stop him out of fellowship.

A barrier has been neatly erected around the deep pit, and the dark yellow talisman papers are neatly strung on strings, surrounding the deep pit tightly.The talisman was still two feet away from the ground, Yao Bai lay down on the ground with a low body, and stuck his head in through the gap to see.

I saw a huge keel tightly embedded in the soil, the dragon's body was not twisted at all, but stretched gracefully, as if sleeping.

For some reason, Yao Bai suddenly felt suffocated.This dragon didn't seem to be exposing its corpse here after death, but it seemed that it had found a place for itself, lay down quietly and died very peacefully.

Even though it was buried deep in the soil, the bones of the keel were still badly damaged, and the surface layer had rotted into a thin layer of blue ash, which could be scattered everywhere in the wind.

Yao Bai couldn't help but sneezed. He rubbed his nose and looked blankly at the keel at the bottom of the pit—the dragon's breath that belonged to his father seemed to be gone again.

He was hesitating when the talisman hanging above his head suddenly rang, Wen Bufan stretched his head in and said, "This bone has been buried here for at least ten thousand years." Yao Bai nodded lightly, Wen Bufan's implication was that this is not Will be the father's bones.

Although his father was one of the two emperors of the God Race, he was rarely seen in the God Realm.Since he was born, his father was either wandering outside or meditating in a pond, so he didn't see anyone.Even so, Yao Bai thought about it carefully, and it was only a few decades since he last saw his father.

He was a little relieved, but he was still puzzled: "But I just smelled it."

"You two comrades, this is not how you look at the excitement." The actions of the two finally attracted the attention of the surrounding monks. A middle-aged monk with a goatee came over and patted Wen Bufan, squinting and smiling: "My teacher If you want to cast a spell, please stand aside."

Yao Bai turned his head and whispered to Wen Bufan: "We can't let them destroy the keel,"

Wen Bufan withdrew, looked up at the monk, and said, "You can't destroy the keel."

The monk froze for a moment, then sneered, flicking his beard.Those eyes, which were so small that they could barely see the seams, finally opened a little, looking down at Wen Bufan from a high position.I thought it was a Buddhist monk who had never seen the world in some wild temple in the deep mountains to watch the excitement, but I didn't want to come to spoil the scene.

Since ancient times, the world of Taoism has been prosperous, and Buddhist practice has always been on the edge of Taoism.The monk called Wen Bufan "fellow", but in his heart he looked down upon him.At this moment, the disdainful attitude is even more disdainful to hide, "We can't? Hahaha, has the monk stopped reciting scriptures and making jokes instead?" He shouted loudly: "Get out of the way!"

Wen Bufan stood up, glanced at the pit, and said softly: "This is not a demon keel, your emperor's disaster has nothing to do with it, so there is no need to destroy it."

The monk saw that the other party was a temperless man, and became more and more arrogant, "You say no?! Quick, get out, get out." He poked Wen Bufan's chest after saying a word.

Yao Bai standing next to him suddenly stood up, grabbed the friar's jabbing hand and pushed forward, "Touch him again!" He was so strong that the friar only cared about his face and showed no defense at all.Backing up again and again, he stepped on the loose soil beside the pit with his last foot, and slid down towards the bottom of the pit with a crooked body.

The scene was chaotic for a while, the surrounding monks swarmed forward, some went to save the goatee, and more people surrounded Wen Bufan and Yao Bai, all pointing their swords at one place.

Yaobai had never seen such a scene before, he was so frightened that he grabbed Wen Bufan's arm with both hands, and shrank aside like a little quail.

Wen Bufan lowered his head, looked at the gleaming sharp blades around his side, sighed softly, and then pulled out a wooden stick that was as long as his body from behind.

This is to fight.Yao Bai didn't know why he felt a little excited, but he couldn't help feeling anxious, and reminded: "They have a magic weapon."

"That's why we need to run faster." Wen Bufan said.

Heishui and Luotian, who were mingling in the crowd, saw that something was wrong.The two of them looked at that side without moving, until Wen Bufan took out the green leather stick, Heishui's face was a little hard to explain, the stick in the Buddha's hand was covered with the word "poor", and the shape was not as good as Yao Bai's fire stick was distracted, as if it had just been randomly broken from a certain tree just a moment ago.

Heishui secretly thought that his luck was really good, and the three leaders of the Six Realms around him were either in tears or shabby to death, and they met him at the same time.

However, Wen Bufan had his own advantages, the difference in the number of people between the two sides was several times, he stood there with only a stick, his aura was not inferior at all, he even felt a little tense for a while.

Luotian next to him was a little excited, and said: "What magic weapon is the Buddha holding in his hand, I have never seen it before!"

Heishui rolled his eyes silently, thinking that it's normal that you haven't seen it before, but he began to introduce: "It's just an ordinary stick, but it's another name when it's held by a Buddha. Because of its length and eyebrow Qiping, so it is called "Qimei stick".

"Oh," Luo Tian kept nodding, looking very educated, "Is there anything special about it?" t

"Yes." Heishui said solemnly: "The most special thing is that it can't kill people, so ordinary monks like to use this."

Sticks are still being discussed here, and weapon fights are looming over there.According to the rules, fairy spirits are not allowed to practice magic in the human world, and Yao Bai didn't have any weapons at hand for a while, so he could only stand beside Wen Bufan and watch dryly.

The goatee cultivator climbed up from the pit, and yelled at his head of loess, "Disturbing the execution ground with ulterior motives! Catch them!"

Wen Bufan swung the eyebrow-aligning stick in front of him.At this moment, a thunderous sound resounded under the feet, followed by a huge tremor on the ground.There was a creaking sound from the round platform built of wood, and the yellow sails hanging on the edge fell one after another, and the whole round platform was about to collapse.Everyone stared at the trembling ground in horror, and screamed everywhere for a while.

"The demon dragon is in trouble!" Someone shouted.The monks ran to the edge of the pit to check the keel that caused the trouble, and even Wen Bufan looked down sideways.

In the chaos, only Yaobai raised his head slowly, passed the panicked crowd and the deep pit in front of him, and stared blankly at the top of the mountain.

This time, he clearly felt that the familiar dragon's breath was coming from the other side of the mountain.