The sky was pitch black, wilderness was everywhere, heavy rain was pouring, and the road was muddy.

A figure emerged from the rain curtain.

This is a gray-haired old man. He has a majestic face and a tall figure. He holds a thick-backed sword tightly in his hand.

He was soaked all over at this moment, his brocade robe was already splashed with mud, and there was a trace of blood on his mouth.

The old man paused for a moment, looked behind him, his face slightly frightened, and then looked around. The rain was too heavy, and he couldn't see clearly three feet around him, and he didn't know where he was.

He tightened the long knife in his hand and gasped for a long time. But after a few breaths, he immediately ran forward again, completely ignoring the mud and water on the ground.

There were many scars on his broad back, three of which were the most conspicuous. Blood was dripping on the ground and was washed away by the rain.

Half a quarter of an hour later, two figures flew over, and they were very fast and slightly identified their feet, heading towards the direction where the old man left. Under the cover of the rain, they were like two rays of blue smoke.

The old man ran for more than ten miles, with blood flowing on his back, his face pale as paper, and his steps became heavier and heavier. The heavy rain hit his body, feeling cold and bone-black.

A little light faintly emerged from the rain curtain ahead.

The old man rushed forward and saw that it was an abandoned and dilapidated Taoist temple. There was a flash of fire inside, and it seemed that someone was hiding from the rain. He could no longer support him and strode into the temple.

There is not much space inside the Taoist temple. On the high platform, a clay statue tilted to one side, without even the head. The spider webs inside the temple were covered with dust, and I don’t know it has been abandoned.

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03 How long has it been?

In the corner of the side of the platform, there was a pile of firewood growing, and the fire was bright.

In front of the fire, a young Taoist priest of eighteen or nineteen years old sat cross-legged. The young Taoist priest had a normal face and a calm expression. He was holding a branch in his hand, and he was swinging left and right.

He saw the old man coming in, nodded to him, said hello, and began to wave the branches in his hand again.

Seeing that the little Taoist priest's eyes were plain, his movements were slow when he waved, and he had no force at all. He even had a few breaths between waves and strokes. He didn't know what he was doing, but he was sure that he was an ordinary person with no cultivation.

He walked to the fire and said, "Master, please use the fire to warm your body."

The little Taoist priest waved the branches and said lightly: "It's okay!".

Seeing that the young Taoist priest seemed unwilling to speak more, he didn't say much, so he sat down in front of the fire, took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out a pill and took it, closed his eyes and began to use his energy to heal his wounds. After a while, the mist on his body evaporated and his clothes were already dry.

His true energy was running, and he was focused on shrinking the wound on his back.

There is only the sound of wood burning in the Taoist temple.

This little Taoist priest is Qin Shi!

He saw at a glance that the old man was seriously injured and there must be trouble, but he was not sure about the matter inside and did not want to worry about it rashly.

After a while, the branches in Qin Shi's hand suddenly paused, looked at the darkness outside the door, then looked at the old man who closed his eyes and healed, and smiled.

After more than ten breaths, the old man's ear suddenly moved, opened his eyes, grabbed the hilt of the long knife beside him, jumped, and hid behind the clay sculpture on the platform.

Qin Shi frowned slightly and shook his head.

A strong wind blew, and the two figures suddenly appeared in front of the gate, like ghosts walking out of the darkness.

The two figures stepped into the view and turned out to be two middle-aged people.

One of the two men is slightly tall, with a fleshy face and a fierce expression, but they wear a blue gauze crown, a long scholar gown, and dressed in a scholarly manner, which is indescribable.

The slightly shorter one is round and fat, with a kind face, and is dressed as a Taoist priest.

When the two saw Qin Shi in front of the fire, the fat Taoist priest smiled slightly and bowed with the gesture of the standard Taoist sect: "Fellow Taoist, have you ever seen someone come in here?"

The vicious scholars over there have quietly arrived before the clay sculpture.

Qin Shi only glanced at the fat Taoist priest and turned his head away.

Like the old man, these two people are both practicing martial arts, and their cultivation is at the level of the eight extraordinary meridians. They are already very strong in the martial arts world.

However, the aura of the two was obviously not the right way, and there was a layer of blood evil in their bodies. I don’t know how many people they killed, so Qin Shi was too lazy to pay attention to them. With their cultivation level, they couldn’t see Qin Shi’s background.

Seeing that Qin Shi ignored him, the fat Taoist priest still had a smile on his face, but a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes.

The vicious man, without any signs, suddenly took action and slapped the headless clay sculpture with his palm.

‘Boom!’ The clay sculpture was split into pieces, and a long sword poked out, slashing out five consecutive swords, blocking Shi Zi's subsequent palm. The old man behind the long sword turned around in the air, landed on the ground, and took four or five steps in a row.

"Hahaha, Song Tiehe, your 'Iron Crane' is broken by us, and the third master of the 'Heaven List' is just like this. Hand over the things!" The vicious scholar laughed wildly.

The old man Jiang Tiehe looked tragic and said, "The two great protectors of the Demon Sect leave the scriptures and rebelliously. You are chasing me for thousands of miles, do you know who this thing is for?"

"Who do you give it to? Even if Zhang Yihang, the number one master of the 'Heaven List', comes, we will peel off his skin and then suck his bones! You so-called masters are nothing in the eyes of my Holy Sect!" The vicious scholar Li Jing said with a grim smile.

The fat Taoist rebelliously smiled kindly and nodded slightly.

Jiang Tiehe said coldly: "What if I say this thing is what Grand Master Bu Canghai wants?"

Leaving the scriptures and rebelling against the way, the smile condensed on the face!

Even Qin Shi was a little concerned.

Bu Canghai, a master of martial arts, a spiritual leader of martial arts cultivators, and a genius of martial arts!

Especially after the supreme master Ming Donglou disappeared in the "Jiuduanxia", the name Bu Canghai was in the eyes of martial arts cultivators.

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51e0 is almost the same as the number one master in the world.

As for the so-called "Heaven List" is just a list of acquired martial artists made by good people. The gap between the so-called "Heaven List" and Bu Canghai cannot be conspired at all!

Leaving the scriptures, the rebellious face is unstable.

When the Demon Sect was in full swing, there was Chi Wangshan, the leader of the Demon Sect and the number one master of the Demon Way, who was not afraid of Bu Canghai.

However, Chiwang Mountain has never appeared in recent years. Even as the two guardians of the Demon Sect, they don’t know where Chiwang Mountain has gone. There are even rumors in the Demon Sect that Chiwang Mountain is dead. However, before the confirmation, no one dared to say it clearly because of Chiwang Mountain’s powerful power.

If there is no Demon Sect in Chiwang Mountain, can you dare to get involved in Bu Canghai?

Leaving the scriptures and rebelling against the Tao, he was obviously very hesitant. Song Tiehe was nervous and didn't speak.

After a while, the rebel eyes flashed with harsh eyes, and he said word by word: "The Cold Sutra of Ice Prison is a legendary supreme classic that was thousands of years ago. After it is cultivated, it can condense water into ice, ten feet of ice, and there are all kinds of magic. It is worth it to gamble with your life!"

Li Jing was silent for a moment and said fiercely: "At worst, you can hide. When your cultivation is complete, you will get rid of Bu Canghai! It's done!"

Song Tiehe's face changed drastically. He took out something wrapped in animal skin from his arms and threw it into the fire in front of Qin Shi. He obviously wanted to burn the "Ice Prison Cold Sutra" so that even Li Jing and rebellious could not get it.

Leaving the scriptures, rebelling against the Tao and angrily chasing the animal skin at the same time.

Song Tiehe's long sword flashed, desperately blocking the two of them.

The three of them all tried their best and instantly hit them more than a dozen times. Song Tiehe's long sword broke into two pieces, and his tall body flew backwards and hit the platform. His right arm was broken and his bones were broken, and he had a blood hole in his abdomen, and his breath was like a fucking spring.

Leaving the Jing, Rebel did not bother to kill Song Tiehe, and rushed towards the fire at the same time, hoping to snatch the animal skin from the fire.

Then the two stopped at the same time, and their faces showed joy.

I saw the little Taoist priest having a good time, holding the animal skin in his hand, peeling it apart layer by layer, and taking out a yellowed book.

"Ice Prison Cold Sutra"!
Chapter completed!