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Dealing with the aftermath is much more troublesome than stabbing a sword.Song Qianji burned the corpse on the ground with a Flame Talisman, and raised the ashes with another Wind Talisman. Finally, he skillfully covered up the blood and cleaned up the traces of the fight.

Thanks to his false identity "Xiao Song", he can only draw symbols every day except cooking.He has made a lot of new gadgets recently, some of which he didn't even think would come in handy.

For example, this tasteless sound amplifier has no combat power, and few people trade it in the black market.

"The trial is over, the entrance to the underground palace has been opened—" Song Qianji cleared his throat, and pasted a talisman to pretend to be a ghost.

There was another shocking cheer from the direction of the river bank.

The shadow of the moon sinks, the night unfolds, and the sky gradually brightens.

The fresh dawn breeze blew across the open field, rolling up Song Qianji's cuffs.

He walked towards the river bank, blowing the wind silently for a while, then took out a small drop of the Immortal Spring, washed away the blood stains on his clothes and the faint fishy smell left between his fingers, and restored himself to the appearance before he drew his sword.

Wei Zhenyu was sensitive and suspicious. To be on the safe side, he did not use the cleaning methods commonly used by ordinary monks.

This time, not only the Jingping was shaking wildly, but even the ghosts of migrant workers scolded him in the field of wheat fields for being extravagant and extravagant.

"Deduct points for scolding again." Song Qianji was ruthless.

"You tyrant! Can't we say a word?"

"Wait for your master to come back and see how he teaches you!"

There were whispers of complaints in the realm.

Song Qianji chuckled: "We are reduced to this place today, we have homes we cannot return to and fields we cannot plant, all thanks to my 'good master'!"

The migrant soul scolded him in a low voice for deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors and not being filial.

"Do you want to talk? Now there is a chance to add points." Song Qianji suddenly said, "It varies from one point to ten points, depending on your performance."

very?

The scolding stopped immediately.All the dead souls were looking forward to it, but at the same time spurned themselves for being worthless, and were easily manipulated by a point system.

Song Qianji didn't know their complicated psychological activities: "I need information from Blood River Valley, the more the better."

From today's events, it can be seen that no relative here knows more than him, so this situation can be facilitated.

But the other party died easily, the last words were scribbled and inexplicable, the body did not burn a relic, and there was not even a remnant soul trying to escape.Everything made Song Qianji alert.

Zhentian Zhen said: "There is no accurate map of the Blood River Valley. Mountains, dense forests, and plains float slowly on the Blood River, like different islands on the sea. When monks catch up with large-scale fights, or when strange treasures are born, the spiritual veins vibrate, and the landform changes even more. severe."

Song Qianji: "There is no point in basic common sense, so tell me something I don't know."

Master Shaantian hastened to make amends: "The Blood River Valley Underground Palace is not a palace that never sees the sun, but an underground space with more than one entrance and exit."

"It counts as an encouragement point, and I know this."

"There is a dark river in the underground palace that leads to the Dead Sea. If you are lucky enough to find this river, you can enter and exit the Dead Sea when the secret realm is closed, but the river is very dangerous." Master Hengxuan said, "I also crossed the river when I was young. Elaborate."

"Two points." Song Qianji thought to himself, and I also walked by.At that time, he drifted to the Dead Sea with Ziye Manjusri and a group of monks.However, people's hearts are not in the same place. Due to the competition for opportunities, everyone is on guard against each other, and they are taken advantage of by evil spirits. The ending is very tragic.

The dead soul of the wheat field who is now working honestly, was also a strong sect when he was alive.The knowledge accumulated by Da Zongmen for thousands of years is like a treasure house, giving Song Qianji the feeling of cheating crazily while reviewing old knowledge.

The souls couldn't figure out where Song Qianji knew so much, so they could only rack their brains to provide information.

Suddenly, Master Huawei coughed lightly: "When I was young, I was chased by enemies, fell off a cliff with my friends, strayed into the deepest part of a secret realm, met a lake, and the legendary Sansheng Stone... I don't know if it is still there. "

The wheat field fell silent for a moment, and all the souls stared at the ancestor:

"Sansheng Stone really exists?"

"The stone can really reflect on past lives?"

It's another routine of "falling off a cliff to meet a treasure", Song Qianji thought to himself, why in my previous life, if I fell off a cliff, I would be seriously injured, and if I was seriously injured, I would meet the enemy, and if I met the enemy, I would be a master?

The real person Huawei said: "I bowed my head to drink, and saw the lake as clear as a mirror, but my shadow was not in the water. I was attracted by something, and I walked towards the center of the lake..."

"The Sansheng stone sank at the bottom of the lake, can the lake water reflect the 'past' and 'future'?" Song Qianji wondered.

All the souls were shocked, and some souls even suspected that the ancestor made up stories to cheat points.

But Song Qianji had died once, and he had watched the narrator for an unknown amount of time, so he had a strong ability to accept it.

"Some people see the 'past life', some people see the 'future', I have never seen the 'past', I only saw myself killing powerful enemies, founding a school, teaching and preaching; Da Zongmen.

"Through this fortuitous encounter, I already know the future, foresight everywhere, one step ahead of my peers, just like what I saw in the lake, and become a master of a generation. I have never mentioned the Sansheng Stone matter to anyone, and I thought this secret would disappear with me." Master Huawei sighed, "But I never expected..."

He looked around at the golden wheat, with a look of sadness of "I saw the beginning of the legend, but didn't guess the ending", Song Qianji couldn't help but moved: "Add ten points!"

Master Huawei smiled slightly, turned his head and said to the souls: "Do you understand, your ancestor will always be your ancestor."

The wheat field was noisy again.

……

This battle was fought when the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the bloody waves stained both sides of the river.

All the monks were passionate and united like never before.

The big jiao was not fully awake yet, when he still felt drowsy, he was trapped in the formation.

Tens of thousands of monks followed the instructions of the "predecessors", with a clear division of labor, and took turns to attack.

Although the big jiao is dead, its coercion still exists.

A person standing beside the dragon is very small, but the size of a paw.

All the monks woke up from the atmosphere of bloody fighting, and realized that they were afraid:

"If it wasn't for the trials of the seniors, if we met this dragon, I'm afraid we would have already cooked dinner."

"Don't say such scary things!"

The corpses lay across the ground, like a rolling mountain range.

Jiaowei shattered two mountain peaks, and the river channel was blocked by accumulated rocks, forming a vast red barrier lake.

The south bank and the north bank are connected to form a lake bank, which is no longer facing each other far away.

The doctors and practitioners were busy performing spells and treatments, and the wounded were recuperating in meditation.

Ji Chen was in a complicated mood, with mixed joys and sorrows.

The joy is that Song Qianji is in the dark, and the worry is that Song Qianji is in the dark.

He and Meng Heze intercepted Wei Zhenyu on purpose and didn't listen to Brother Song, wondering if Brother Song would be angry.

I don't know if Brother Song saw Zhao Ren's tossing before.

I didn't have time to think about it during the battle, and now the more I think about it, the more disturbed I feel.

He stood up and decided to try to save one or two.

The disciples of Qianqu usually hunt in groups in the poisonous miasma forest, and when they meet the big jiao, they are like hunting snakes.They have a high degree of tacit understanding in fighting, and they also have a lot of self-defense treasures on their bodies, and few people are injured.

Loose cultivators with lower cultivation bases and low social status, and disciples from other sects who lacked actual combat experience with monsters were not so lucky.

"My fellow daoist, let's get a bottle of qi invigorating pill." Ji Chen used his familiar skills.

The little disciple who was accosted by him was flattered: "Ji, editor Ji?"

Ji Chen enthusiastically helps strange monks, and everyone looks like Song Qianji.

"What's wrong with you?" Meng Heze was puzzled.

Ji Chen could only transmit voice: "From now on, you should treat Wei Zhenyu with a better face. The situation is complicated, and I will explain it to you later."

Meng Heze pointed to the cold-faced Wei Zhenyu: "Who has a bad face now? Is it me?! It's not me!"

Wei Zhenyu had a keen sense and looked up.

Meng Heze met his gaze, and under Ji Chen's frenzied hint, he forced an uncomfortable smirk.

Wei Zhenyu was taken aback, pretended not to see it, and continued looking for someone:

"Who saw Song Xun just now?"

Everyone shook their heads, Wei Zhenyu couldn't find it everywhere, and his expression became even worse.

Under the influence of Ji Chen, Qianqu's disciples extended a helping hand to the surroundings one after another.

The monks were stunned and at a loss for a moment.

When killing Jiao, he was shocked by the unity and strength of the Qianqu people, and after the battle, he felt the kindness of the Qianqu people.

"Qianqu's style of work is actually more like that of the Great Sect than that of the Great Sect."

"Editor Ji is not as strict and harsh as in the rumors, but he is as helpful as he is."

A hearty side-by-side battle, as well as the enthusiasm and generosity of Qianqu's disciples, greatly improved the relationship between all parties.

No matter what purpose I originally came to the shore, I feel the joy of the rest of my life at this time:

"The spirit-replenishing technique of your sect is really powerful. I used to be too prejudiced."

"Where, I would like to thank you all for your timely moves to draw Dajiao's eyes away."

"Thanks to the people from Qianqu and Mobei, they contributed the most this time."

The Blood River Valley Underground Palace is like a bigger pie hanging on the road ahead. At this time, facing the body of Dajiao covered in treasures, not only did everyone not fight for it, they even gave in to each other.

And worry about the remaining consciousness or soul, no one wants to leave a greedy and superficial impression on the seniors, and delay the big opportunities in the future.

Such scenes can be described as the right time, place and people, a great harmony rarely seen in a hundred years in the cultivation world.

When Song Qianji went back, he heard a monk whispering to his fellow disciples:

"You have to be calm! Look at the king of Qianqu, why was he able to be appreciated by the strong in Dengwenya back then? Because he was calm and knew how to advance with retreat. You see, he looks like he has no desires, no demands, no fights, no grabs. Doesn't it look very fresh and refined?"