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Song Lao was almost wronged to death.

What kind of food, he didn't even see it, how could he steal it.

The little fireball in the spiritual world doesn't look big, and its little feet are red and small, but it hurts uncommonly when people step on it.

Elder Song felt that his whole body was almost roasted.

The fiery flames were not only burning his body, but also scorching his soul, forcing him to struggle desperately under the feet of the fireball, twisting his long and narrow body like a real ugly bug.

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't have any!" Elder Song squirmed, "I haven't seen any dishes before, so don't wrong people!"

"Oh, why don't you listen to people's speech? Do you know how to respect the old and love the young? When I was alive, the old man was... Oh, don't step on it, it hurts!"

"The boy next to you, you are in charge! This old man was a peerless power before he was alive. If you help this old man drive away this little fireball, this old man will pass on to you the secret code of the Supreme Limitless Quantum that I have painstakingly compiled for thousands of years..."

"Pfft." Yu Xiaotan laughed.

The more he looked at the bug, the more familiar it became, and he suspected that it was a blood leech, the chief culprit of the disaster that once caused Qinghe Town.

At that time, Ji Chuchen and others said that Bai Xiuyue was possessed by an ancient evil cultivator, which was consistent with the original plot in Yu Xiaotan's impression. Now, listening to the old voice coming out of the bug in front of him, Yu Xiaotan suddenly had a sense of the picture.

This guy is still alive, and he did not know what kind of tricks he used to sneak into Yun Haizong?

And just now, according to Xiaosuolu, he still wanted to steal the spiritual power in the stove?

Thoughts were spinning in his mind, Yu Xiaotan blinked his eyes.

"Small fire." I don't know what the small stove is called, so let's call it that first.

"Didn't he steal your spiritual power?" Yu Xiaotan said with a smile, "Let him spit it out, all of it."

The little fireball was very obedient, and immediately stepped on the bloody bug majesticly: "Did you hear me, spit out your spiritual power!"

"Ouch ooh..."

Song Lao groaned and tried to quibble: "I didn't mean to steal your spiritual power, but the furnace looked like an unowned thing. The old man thought that so much spiritual power wasted in one place, wouldn't it be a waste of money, so... ..."

When he said this, Xiaohuolu became even angrier: "You said I don't have a master?"

Bang bang bang, stomped down again.

The bloody little bug squirmed in a panic, avoiding: "Don't step on it, don't step on it... Isn't it just a little spiritual power, I'll pay it back, can I still pay it back?"

The evil things in the world are already afraid of such an extremely strong fire, let alone the fire of the small stove is not extraordinary.

At this moment, Elder Song really felt the same as Cheng Huan before. The power of the flames burned in his soul, and the hot magma surged into a river, causing pain no less than cramp and bone peeling.He even felt that he was going to be swallowed by the magma in the next second, and burned to ashes by the endless fire.

That will be the real ashes and ashes, never to be reborn.

This kind of spiritual fire aimed at the soul can be said to be the natural enemy of the blood leeches.

Elder Song was discouraged.

There's no way, if you don't admit it, you will die.

He had to spit out all the spiritual power he had absorbed before, with an embarrassed smile on his scorched face, but he cursed again and again in his heart, he had already scolded Yu Xiaotan and the eighteen generations of Xiaohuolu ancestors all over.

Just wait and see, Elder Song couldn't stop staring at Yu Xiaotan, and he wanted to wait for him to go out, so that he could swallow this kid alive.

He wanted to refine this man into a blood corpse, and let Yu Xiaotan taste the pain of being devoured by thousands of insects, so that he could not live or die!

He can't help but a small stove, can he still not help a brat in the foundation building period?

Perhaps it was because the hatred in Elder Song's heart was too strong, although he was just a worm, Yu Xiaotan felt a faint malice from the scorched worm.

The young man touched his chin, and suddenly said: "Xiaohuo, I feel that this guy is still playing tricks, and he is not honest at all."

Elder Song: "..."

Moment stiff.

The little fireball blazed and rushed forward: "Step on him!"

"Don't, don't step on it!" The blood-colored bug rolled on the ground in pain, "It hurts, it hurts!"

With this little episode, Song Lao didn't dare to think about it in his heart.

The bloody little worm buried its head deeply, wishing it could bury its head in the ground.

Yu Xiaotan supervised from the side, watching as the spiritual power continued to spit out, Xiao Chong gradually became shriveled from a chubby appearance, and after the last mouthful of spiritual energy was spit out, Xiao Chong collapsed on the ground, as if he didn't even have the strength to move up.

"Is that all right?"

Elder Song's voice was full of fatigue that could not be concealed: "I have returned them all, can I leave?"

"Well……"

A faint light flashed in Yu Xiaotan's eyes, he raised his right hand to support his chin, and made a thoughtful expression: "I'll take a look, no, it's too light. Xiaohuo, isn't the total amount of spiritual power right?"

Elder Song: "..."

Little Fireball: "???"

Song Lao was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

What nonsense are you talking about? Spirit power is changing all the time, just like clouds and air.

Still too light?

Does this brat think he is buying eggs at the vegetable market, and he wants to weigh them by the catty?

But Yu Xiaotan said very firmly: "No, I don't think the amount is right, he must have hidden some."

"Let him keep throwing up."

Song Lao: "What? Brat, don't talk nonsense, the old man clearly—"

Yu Xiaotan's eyes were slightly cold: "Little Huo, this little bug wants to deny it."

The little fireball rushed forward screaming: "Step on him!"

Song Lao: "No, don't! It hurts! It hurts me to death - I will pay it back, I will pay it back!"

The limp little worm climbed up with "difficulty", and spit out a few strands of spiritual power.

Yu Xiaotan watched coldly, thinking that sure enough, this evil cultivator is acting with them here, and there is still so much spiritual power hidden in his body, why pretend to be vain.

This bastard has harmed so many people, today he must be squeezed dry.

After a while, the blood-colored bug lay limp on the ground again, groaning/groaning: "No, no, I really vomited it all up."

Yu Xiaotan: "Really?"

Xiaochong wanted to cry without tears, and nodded frantically: "Really, it's more real than real gold."

He had absorbed all this spiritual power, which was originally used to reshape his figure, but now that he spit it all out, Elder Song could already feel that the phantom he condensed in the outside world was crumbling, and the edge of the outline had a clear tendency to dissipate.

Elder Song was bleeding from the pain in his heart.

But in the spiritual world, as a worm, he still raised his head pitifully and trembled silently at Yu Xiaotan, humble, weak, pitiful and helpless.

Where there is life, there is hope.Song Laoxin wanted to pretend to be pitiful, so what, the old man's face is gone today, as long as he can escape from this mountain, he will definitely stay far away from Yunhaizong from now on, his body can be condensed again, his spiritual power can be absorbed again, If you lose your life, you will lose everything.

Yu Xiaotan stared at the bloody bug.

Under the gaze of his bright black eyes, Elder Song was hairy all over, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Then he heard Yu Xiaotan lightly said: "Oh, what was sucked has already been spit out, so what about the original spiritual power in your body?"

Elder Song: "???"

Yu Xiaotan didn't plan to let him go!

Elder Song was short of breath: "You people are so unreasonable. I have returned all the spiritual power I stole, and the rest is my own cultivation, which is my own!"

"I didn't say that those spiritual powers are not yours."

Yu Xiaotan frowned, and smiled at Xiaochong: "But you made our Xiaohuo unhappy, so the mental damage should be paid for?"

"And where did the disappearing dish go, and there is no result of the discussion..."

Song Lao was furious: "I didn't steal the food!"

"Liar!" This time without Yu Xiaotan's command, the little fireball rushed forward, "Tap, step, step, step—"

Elder Song: "!!!"

Elder Song lowered his head, feeling hopeless: "Pit, I'll continue to vomit."

……

In the forest of Yunhai Peak, Wang Dali is still on the run.

The hot magma roared behind him, as if it was going to swallow him in one gulp.

Occasionally, a voice in Wang Dali's mind called out to him to throw away the fainted Yu Xiaotan. Anyway, no one saw it, so there was no need to ruin his life for a master who had just worshiped.

Wang Dali looked at the surging magma, gritted his teeth, and thought about the next time, the next time must be, but after a long time, he still carried Yu Xiaotan on his back firmly, without any relaxation.

Finally, when the flames almost reached his ankles again, a light flashed in front of Wang Dali's eyes.

The bright light, exuding a cold charm, like a biting wind, brushed against Wang Dali and began to howl and sweep away.

Severely hit the surging heat wave.

The sword light was so fierce that even the magma was split by him, rolling to both sides.

Wang Dali collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, and the person who rushed over gratefully cupped his hands: "Oh, little brother, thank you very much! I will never forget the kindness of saving my life. I am the spiritual chef who came here from Guanghuazhai to be in charge of the sacrificial banquet. Now the kitchen It's all flooded, and I don't have any handy tools. I'll cook you a good meal when I get down the mountain and thank you—"

The person who came didn't care about his nonsense, but immediately picked up Yu Xiaotan who was fainted next to him.

After careful inspection, seeing that Yu Xiaotan had no obvious trauma, Ji Chuchen let out a long sigh of relief.

When he saw Qiongqing and Che Yunwen in Qianshan, and heard that they failed to pick up Yu Xiaotan, Ji Chuchen was completely dumbfounded.

For a while, even Man Shan's disciples didn't want to care about him, and his mind was full of frantic yelling that he wanted to find someone.Ji Chuchen restrained himself with astonishing willpower, and quickly arranged the things at hand. Then he and Qiongqing split up into three groups, and in the name of guarding the back mountain, they started a carpet search of several major areas .

Fortunately, Xiaotan is fine.

Thanks to Wang Dali, Ji Chuchen was a little bit dumbfounded.He is currently in the deepest part of the Yunhai mountain forest, and he doesn't know how Wang Dali escaped, and he ran so far.

Otherwise they don't need to spend so much time.

Hearing from Wang Dali that Yu Xiaotan was bitten by the devil, Ji Chuchen frowned slightly, and twisted a golden glow with his slender fingers, holding Yu Xiaotan's wrist.

But the strange thing is that as he injected the real dragon's spiritual power, he failed to force out any evil power.

Yu Xiaotan's body was like a bottomless pool, and his skin was as hot as a furnace.

Although he didn't know what happened, Ji Chuchen could feel that the power hidden in Yu Xiaotan's body was not contaminated with any evil spirits, and did not harm Xiaotan's body.

After confirming that what happened to the young man was not a bad thing, Ji Chuchen touched Yu Xiaotan's forehead distressedly, raised his hand to straighten his hair that was blown by the wind, held him in his arms, turned back and said to Wang Dali: " Come with me and I will take you to a safe place."

Wang Dali nodded again and again: "Okay."

But at this moment, a dazzling thunder flashed across the sky.

Ji Chuchen suddenly raised his head, only to realize that at some time, the sky above Yunhai Peak was already covered with overcast clouds.

The gust of wind swept across, and the thunder light overflowed.

It rolled down gloomyly, as if silently waiting for something.