The old man with white hair took the yellow fan and narrowed his eyes slightly. After a moment, his face was solemn, and he spoke: "It seems that this person is following this thing. It's true that he is here. Whose magic weapon belongs to?"

At this time, he heard a "bang" sound, and the man in black robe called Feng'er immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowing like pounding garlic, and always admitting his mistake. If this was placed outside, such a monk with the late Nascent Soul stage would perform like this, it would definitely surprise people and his eyes fell all over the ground.

But even so, the white-haired old man flashed a cold light in his eyes. He pointed with one hand and a white light shot towards Feng'er who was kowtowing. Then he saw the man in black robe lying on the ground without any anger.

When everyone on the side saw this scene, they felt a chill in their hearts, spreading to the back of their spine. The black shadow guards who had finished the mission looked at each other and saw a look of sadness in each other's eyes.

The old man with white hair ignored what these people were thinking. His eyes were fixed and he said loudly: "Feng'er is responsible for his own fault. You must be careful in the future. Feng'er's affairs will be temporarily assigned to the third brother."

When the middle-aged monk heard this, although it was something that he had already expected, he was still extremely happy in his heart, but he pretended to have no expression on his face and hurried forward to respond.

At this time, the old man with white hair gently waved his palms. Everyone was very sensible and left the hall and returned to the house with their own thoughts.

The old man with white haired hair left in the hall now had a distorted face due to pain. Then he saw an extra jade token in his hand. With a light flash of his finger, he saw the jade token fly into the hollow of the back of the seat in the middle. The old man with white haired hair immediately sat on the chair and disappeared instantly.

A moment later, the white-haired old man appeared in a secret room. This secret room was filled with extremely heavy yin energy, and green flames as thick as arms erupted from the surrounding walls, and there were more than ten channels on each wall.

I saw the old man with his face still twitching and he pinched his hands. He saw the green flames disappearing in the next moment. Then there were a few more pictures on the walls, with different faces drawn. The faces on these faces showed different expressions.

As soon as these portraits appeared, they heard ghosts and wolves crying and howling in the entire secret room, which was creepy. The sounds were intertwined. After reaching an indescribable level, a phantom gradually emerged on the ground in the middle of the secret room.

As soon as this phantom appeared, the faces on the surrounding walls instantly stopped moving, and there was a faint look of fear.

At this time, a very old voice came from the phantom: "Fellow Daoist Bai, why do you call me out?" Then the phantom glanced at the white-haired old man with a look of pain in front of him, and breathed out: "It happened again. I have reminded you many times. Don't get angry. This will easily cause an attack of old injuries, and you just don't listen."

The old man with white-haired forced himself to hold back and said, "This is what you need." Then a green jade box appeared in his hand. Then the old man with white-haired opened the jade box, and there was a ginseng about an inch inch inside. The ginseng was crystal clear, and there was a baby face on the top of the ginseng. The ginseng was wrapped in five-color rays, and the amazing spiritual power was emitted.

The phantom said in a trembling voice: "Oh, you actually found this thing? Okay... OK... Then I will heal you now."

Then a ray of green light wrapped the white-haired old man's body, like a huge rice dumpling.

A series of thin green lights like a wandering silk were sucked into the body by the white-haired old man inhaled as he inhaled the white-haired old man. At this time, the pain on the white-haired old man's face also slowed down, and he even made a faint moan.

And the phantom became even more illusory than before. Then, the phantom waved his hand, and the crystal clear ginseng was shot in the direction of the phantom with a green light.

When the ginseng came near the phantom, the green light subsided, and the phantom rolled and widened, swallowing the entire ginseng. After a while, the phantom returned to its previous size, and wisps of white smoke emitting from its body.

At this time, the white-haired old man stood silently on his face, with a little glow regaining his face, staring at the phantom in front of him.

After seeing the phantom tasted it for a while, an old voice came out and said, "The age of this crystal ginseng is not enough, it's only a thousand years."

The old man with his hands on his back said, "Fellow Taoist, why bother to be so harsh? Even this thousand-year-old crystal ginseng, I have been searching for it for nearly a hundred years."

The phantom said slowly: "Yes, this crystal ginseng only grows like this inch in a thousand years and will bloom in ten thousand years. Only by obtaining the crystal ginseng that has been over ten thousand years can I suppress your old wounds for you. It is unlikely to completely heal it."

Hearing the phantom's words, the look of loss of the white-haired old man's appearance, thinking of his old wounds, anger erupted without warning in the eyes of the white-haired old man's eyes.

At this moment, a faint cunning look flashed across the face of the phantom.

After a while, the white-haired old man said deeply: "Do you want to suffer more? Can't you still have a memory if you make your body damaged?"

"Fellow Daoist Bai, what's the point? I'm just talking about the matter."

The old man with white hair said with a gloomy face: "Just discuss the matter? You always mention old injuries. Do you want me to get angry? Anger has made my injuries worse. You can take the opportunity to escape, right?"

Then the old man with white hair appeared a black banner about inch in size in his hand. The black light flashed on the black banner. The illusory figure was shivering by the black light of the banner. His body began to tremble. After a moment, he did not move. Then a complex look appeared in the phantom's eyes:

"Fellow Daoist Bai, why do you need this? If I want to escape, will I heal you? Besides, even if I want to escape, I may not have the ability. Look at my illusory body, it will be worse day by day. If you hadn't found these yin energy stones, I'm afraid I'd be gone now."

The cold words of the old man with white hair came: "That's good, don't forget that although I destroyed your body, if it weren't for your ability to heal, would you think I would continue to keep your soul?"

"Fellow Daoist Bai, please rest assured. Although the little old man is an elder of the Six-Wing Clan, it is like a matter of another lifetime. I am your subordinate now, so I dare not have any thoughts anymore."

Seeing the phantom looking surrendered, the old man with white hair slowly said, "If you can heal my injuries and no longer have any intention of me, it is not impossible to help you recast your body."

When the phantom heard the old man with white hair, he couldn't help but feel moved, and then said gratefully: "Then it's a good friend."

The white-haired old man nodded slightly and headed towards the exit of the secret room.

After the old man with white hair left, the phantom slowly revealed an old face. There was a slight banter on his face, and he murmured: "It ruined my body and kept me here. I just wanted me to be grateful to you. It was a waste of my thoughts. Humph, I wanted me to heal you wholeheartedly, but I didn't know that your injury was beyond cure. The more you cured, the more you became, the more severe the injury, haha..."

...

At this time, Long Wu had already got rid of the black shadow guard who was following him and looked inside. He found that a light spot appeared in the Dantian area. Long Wu couldn't help but frowned. It seemed that this should be the mark left by the damn secret tracking technique.

He used the silver arc in the Thunder Spirit Bead in his body to wrap the light spots and wanted to refine them. However, when the silver arc, as soon as he touched the light spot, these arcs were bounced away by it.

As a result, Long Wu felt a little confused. The terrible power of lightning contained in these silver arcs was tried and tested before, but in this case, it had no effect.

At this moment, the Nascent Soul in Longwu's body opened its small mouth slightly and spewed out a ray of light to wrap the light spot, and then sent it into the small mouth.

Suddenly, Long Wu felt the light spot in the mouth of the Yuanying, shaking back and forth, making a crackling sound, and disappeared in a moment.

Long Wu felt relieved. When he remembered the previous agreement with Fairy Leng Yu to meet in the Paiwai Pavilion, he flashed with a flash of light and headed towards the Paiwai Pavilion.

...

At this moment, the old white-haired man who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, and then two rays of light shot out from his eyes, which actually pierced two holes into the wall in front of him. After calming down the magic power in his body, he murmured with a solemn face: "This person really has some magical powers. It seems that I underestimated him."

"Who protects the Dharma today?"

At this time, a woman in purple clothes appeared in front of the white-haired old man and said with a respectful look: "Master, today is A Zi's protector."

"A Zi?" The old man with white hair recalled, but he had so many disciples and had no idea which one he was, but he didn't speak out on his face and slowly said, "Now I'll give you a task to observe any abnormal movements in the Paiwei Pavilion, remember not to have any conflicts, just report to me if there is anything, just report it to me."

"This is my token. If you really encounter any life-threatening thing, you can use this card to mobilize people and listen to your condemnation." Then a white light flashed, and an extra token appeared on the woman's waist.

"Yes, ancestor." The woman in purple retreated and walked out of the white-haired old man's room.

...

In the Passive Pavilion, looking at Long Wu, who was covered with a gray cloak, sitting on the chair, Leng Yu's pretty face, with the original worry, and explained with a slightly open mouth: "On the same day, as soon as fellow Daoist Long and I separated, there was a strange movement in Taiyimen. I suddenly felt something was wrong and sneaked back to the Passive Pavilion.

I was worried before and sent someone to inquire about the news about fellow Taoists. Fellow Daoist Long, now he was able to escape unscathed and appeared in front of me without any injuries. I am so happy."

Long Wudao: "Thank you, Fairy Leng for your concern. When there were five god-transforming monks that day, even if I were the ones, I would have done the same thing as the fairy."

Leng Yu smiled embarrassedly and said, "Now I know that Taiyi Sect is the place where the Black Shadow Guard is, and its strength is so strong that it is something we cannot fight against. What are the plans for fellow Taoists now?"

"There are five god-transforming monks in Taiyi Sect sitting in the formation. I will not rashly throw my life here. I decided to go back to Yunnan first."
Chapter completed!