Zhu Qingsheng's ears were whistling, and the sun parasol in his hand was shining red, dragging out a bright red tail across the night sky.

Zhu Qingsheng had heard from his master that he could fly with objects when he reached a certain level of cultivation. However, this method was too conspicuous and should not be used unless it was absolutely necessary to avoid frightening ordinary people, or allowing their opponents to see it, following the past to set up traps that harm people.

He grabbed the handle of the umbrella and swayed in the air, as if he was about to fall off. However, Zhu Qingsheng himself understood that the Taoist power transmitted to the pine and cypress Taoist was constantly pouring into the Kuiyang parasol, and at the same time, he ensured that his hands were firmly grasped on the umbrella so that he would not fall off with just let go.

Zhu Qingsheng looked back and saw that the abandoned town below had undergone drastic changes. The earth energy that had been suppressed for sixty years was vented out like the Yellow River breaking the dam. Under the rush, there were scenes of houses collapsed and the ground cracked, and the earth was rolling. The entire town could no longer see clearly.

Zhu Qingsheng was confused and shocked. He didn't expect that the town that was good before would turn into this shape. Suddenly, a roar of sorrow, anger and despair came, which penetrated the sound of the earth fission and the collapse of houses. A black mastiff soul flew into the air. Just as he was about to leave the place, two buzzing black bells followed behind him, circled and turned around the mastiff.

Zhu Qingsheng was shocked. It was the Ghost King Mastiff and Dahao Mingzhong. Yang Qihou and Luo Qitao had not left yet. What about the Kongjue Monk, had he escaped?

The Ghost King Mastiff roared angrily, trying to slap the two great Hao Ming Bells surrounding him, but he couldn't do anything about it. He saw the two black bells pressing down, and the Ghost King Mastiff let out an unwilling roar, and was sucked into the bell like a light smoke.

The two great Hao Ming Bells fell to the ground and never rose again.

Zhu Qingsheng wanted to see more clearly, but he had no choice but to pull him away, and the scene behind him gradually turned into a black dot, and he could no longer see clearly.

Seeing that he finally escaped from danger, Zhu Qingsheng's originally tense nerves suddenly relaxed. He ran around all night and could no longer bear the feeling of sleepiness and fatigue. He felt that his body was indescribable heaviness and fatigue. His eyelids gradually became heavier, and he could not open his eyes when he closed his eyes.

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In a dizzy state, Zhu Qingsheng suddenly felt a pain in his head, opened his eyes and was stunned. The sun shone brightly in front of him, and the long-lost fresh air rushed over. A butterfly that had originally stopped on his forehead shook his wings and flew up, and a gurgling sound of water flowing came from beside him.

He was stunned and suddenly felt a burst of pain in his back. He immediately sat up. He grinned and touched his back. At the same time, he looked around. Two feet away was a rushing river, with sunlight above his head, and the sun was lying quietly beside him.

Zhu Qingsheng touched his back, and the wound that had originally collapsed had a thick layer of scar. He was slightly shocked. The scars on the wound were so thick. How many days had he been in a coma?

Before he could think about it, his stomach suddenly became "gurgling", and a feeling of hunger came from his stomach. Zhu Qingsheng immediately stood up from the ground with a "ouch". He looked up and found that it was at the foot of the mountain, with wild grass all over the ground, and there were many woods on the side of the mountain. There might be some pheasants and hares, but with his current state, let alone catching a pheasant, it would be hard to catch a hen.

Zhu Qingsheng swept the river and suddenly realized that when he saw that there was water, there would be fish. Although there was no clear or turbidity, he saw that the river was gray-brown and there would be no fish.

Zhu Qingsheng felt even more hungry when he thought of fish. He found a dry branch with his leftover branch. The extra branches and leaves were sharpened with stones, and he touched into the river barefoot with barefoots.

He looked down and was shocked. There was a little beggar with a dirty face and a torn clothes on the water surface, looking at him. He immediately took two steps back, and the little beggar also took two steps back. Zhu Qingsheng was stunned and immediately understood that this little beggar with a smiling face was him, and he thought he was left that night.

At that time, I was not in a hurry to catch fish. I cleaned my body along the river. It was June at this time, and the weather was getting hotter. I felt very happy after taking a river bath. Zhu Qingsheng saw that all the fish here were scared away after washing. He laughed and touched upstream.

He held a dead branch and inserted it into the water. Fortunately, he had a martial arts foundation. Soon, he inserted three fish about half a foot long.

Zhu Qingsheng couldn't bear it, so he immediately found some dead branches by the river and lit a fire, found a sharp stone to scrape the fish's internal organs and scales, and then put it on the fire and roasted it.

Soon, waves of fishy smell wafted into his nose. Zhu Qingsheng couldn't wait, and did not bother him hot, so he bit it in one bite. He felt that the fish was only 50% cooked in his mouth, and some places had not yet been roasted. However, for Zhu Qingsheng, who had been hungry at this time, this was a unique delicacy and delicacy. It was three points more delicious than any fish soup he usually had. He spit out the fish bones and ate it clean in two bites.

The remaining two fish were still roasting on the fire. After eating the first one, he picked up the second one, finished eating the second one, picked up the third one. Only when the fish bones around him were spitting all over the floor were he felt satisfied and lay on the ground thinking about what had happened in the past two or three days.

Since he was captured by Luo Qitao, he has never stopped. He was first humiliated by Guan Yunzhu, and then rescued the Songbai Taoist, faced the Ghost King Mastiff, and released one hundred and eight souls. The state and inner changes of the Songbai Taoist were interspersed in the middle. The insertion of Yang Qihou and Monk Kongjue led to these strange events. If the scars behind him were not still in pain, Zhu Qingsheng would have really thought that this was just a dream.

He thought of the Taoist Songbai Taoist who was in Taoism, and his heart felt complicated. He remembered that he had been trapped for sixty years and was almost twisted and collapsed, but he saw hope behind him, restored his original nature and reason, and helped Zhu Qingsheng escape from the town that began to collapse, which meant that he had let go of everything. The Taoist Songbai Taoist helped Zhu Qingsheng escape from the dangerous land. Didn’t he help himself get rid of the shadow?

I remembered the words of Taoist Songbai before leaving, and since then, the Yin and Yang are separated, I am afraid that I will really not be able to meet in the next life.

Zhu Qingsheng was in charge of internal breathing and felt that there was still a trace of Buddhist power left in his body. When he thought of the monk Kongjue who happened to meet, he couldn't help but feel grateful. If he hadn't come, Zhu Qingsheng would have been tortured by Luo Qitao and Yang Qihou who came later. The "God Search Method" in Yang Qihou's palm flashed in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel scared. Zhu Qingsheng thought he could endure all their tortures, but this method of searching for soul memories could not resist, and he must tell the whereabouts of his master. Fortunately, Monk Kongjue arrived in time.

(End of this chapter)
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