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In an instant, before everyone could understand what was going on, Qiu Ba split into two halves. He didn't even know how he died before hastily meeting the King of Hell.

This scene stunned everyone. They stood there dumbstruck, and before they could even react, they were slapped to the ground by Chilling Ice, leaving behind a bloody mess.

"Sister Bing, why did you kill them all? Wouldn't it be better to leave a few alive to wash our clothes, cook our meals, and gather information? " Lin Zhu'er said to the mutilated corpses.

Leng RuBing snorted, and walked straight out.

"Hey, hey, Sister Bing, how about you untie the rope for me? Can't you see that I'm still tied up? "

"If you feel comfortable there, you can do as you wish." Echo floated in.

"Sigh … you are truly heartless, Sister Bing." Lin Zhu'er said to herself. She had no choice but to untie the rope and give chase.

"..."

Today, Li Jun busily worked until noon to send off the last fortune-teller. When she thought about her bountiful harvest today, her heart was elated. She picked up her abacus and hummed a small tune as she returned to the inner room. Suddenly, he saw a three foot long black object on the table. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be covered by a black cloth. He removed the cloth and took it out. "Ah!" Li Jun fell to the ground with a thud and looked around fearfully. Her whole body was shaking.

"This... This... "Isn't this …" Li Tianyi was no longer able to complete his speech.

"The sword disappeared again." Shadowless Transformation – Great Spell! "Could this person be …" "His brain rotated rapidly, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead." "Shadowless Transformation Spell, Shadowless Transformation Spell, Shadowless Transformation Spell …" As if possessed, he kept mumbling the same sentence.

Li Xian'er was playing with a small windmill as she hopped into the front hall. Seeing that there was no one around, she walked towards the inner hall and saw Li Jun sitting on the ground, trembling. She muttered to herself as she held onto something in her hands, "Father, what happened to you? "Is there something wrong or …"

He tried his best to calm his emotions, stood up, patted the dirt off his body, and pretended to be calm as he said, "I'm fine, I'm fine. Didn't father say two days ago that he would take out the shop? "A big buyer came today and said that father's shop has a good position. If father can make money, father will be paid a lot of money in one go. Father is so happy to see so much money that I've lost my composure, haha …" Saying that, he wiped the sweat off his forehead.

When Li Xian'er heard his words, her heart finally relaxed. She let out a long sigh of relief. "You scared me to death. I thought something had happened to you, Father. It's good as long as you're fine."

He also knew that he had no other way out and could not hide for more than fifteen years. Since someone had come looking for him, he might as well deal with it. Thinking of this, he felt relieved. He crawled under the bed and retrieved the wooden box hidden under the brick. He stroked the box as he respectfully placed the box on the table. "Little girl, come here. Father has something to tell you."

"En." Xian'er replied. She walked to the table and stared curiously at the item in the wooden box. After Li Jianxian opened the red cloth bag, a round, golden, exquisite object appeared in front of him. It was still wearing a golden chain, and every chain was engraved with a pattern, it was extremely exquisite, and Xian'er knew that this was the treasure her father spoke of — the Yin Yang mirror. This was also the first time she saw its true appearance. Old Li carefully took out the mirror and handed it over to Li Xian'er.

"Xian'er, this is father's treasure. From now on, it is in your custody, and father doesn't need it anymore. I hope that when it comes to you, you can use it as a good deed to atone for your father's sins!" He tried his best to suppress the sorrow in his heart.

Li Xian'er carefully examined the item. On the front was carved the Pine Crane Diagram, and on the back was the Eight Trigram Formation Diagram. There seemed to be a small gap in the middle of the formation, and the moment she opened it, old Li was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat and quickly tried to stop her, "Little girl, don't open it! Once you open the mirror, a person's soul will be absorbed by it. Only then did Xian'Er seem to wake up from a dream and nod her head.

"Xian'Er, hurry up and pack up right now. Let's go to the Dragon Cloud Inn on the east side of the city first. I'll come look for you once I'm done with this." Hurry up and pack up! " Li Jun nervously asked.

"Father, why did you leave in such a hurry?" Is there something you're hiding from me? "

"No, don't let your imagination run wild. In short, hurry up and pack up. After I finish dealing with the things on my hands, I'll go find you. Father only has a precious daughter, how can I hide anything from you?"

After Li Xian'er heard this, she relaxed and wrapped the mirror up, placing it back into the wooden box. Returning back to her room, she took out the bag, which had long since been properly packed, and opened it up before stuffing it into the lowest layer of her clothes.

Li Jun stood by the door with a sweet smile on her face as she bid farewell to him. Li Jun, unable to suppress the grief in her heart, forced out a smile and nodded to Li Xian'er.

Ever since she was young, this was the first time Li Xian`er had traveled so far. She raised her head and glanced at the signboard of the Soldier Pavilion. Then, she turned back three times, reluctantly leaving.

Li Jun gazed at her daughter's departing figure until she could no longer be seen. Only then did she turn around and shut the door. At this moment, he was already filled with tears. He thought of the future when they were separated – Yin and Yang; of Xian'er, who had lost her mother at a young age but was now about to lose her father; of her young age, who had no one to rely on and wandered around without a safe place to stay; of his heart that felt like it was twisted by a knife; of his heart that he held his chest as he slowly slid down from the door, moaning in pain …

He slowly opened his eyes, and vaguely saw a person in white standing before him. He forced his eyes to look up, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not see that person's face.

"You are?" Li Jun asked with a hoarse voice.

"Hand over the Yin Yang mirror. Maybe you can be saved."

A clear and melodious voice drifted into his ears.

"The Yin Yang mirror is also not yours. You know very well where it came from, and you also know how many innocent people Hundred Faces killed to seize this mirror back then."

Li Jianxian suddenly widened his eyes as he looked at the person in front of him in fear, "You …" "You …" Suddenly, before he could catch his breath, there was no more sound …

The next day at noon, Leng Rui Bing and Lin Qi'er came out of the Phoenix Bamboo Town together. After some investigation, the two of them arrived at the door of the God Operator's Office, but saw that the door was tightly shut and even sealed by the officials. The two of them looked at each other in confusion.

Lin Zhu'er stopped a passerby and asked, "Big brother, do you know the reason behind the crime of the First Scholar's Hall and why it was sealed off by the government?"

The man's face flashed with fear, and he lowered his voice, saying to the two of them, "You two may not know, but this shop owner died this morning. I heard that a thief sneaked in to steal something when he saw the shop owner dead, and when he saw the shop owner lying on the ground, he cried out in fear. I heard that the fortune-teller's fortune-telling skills were quite accurate, especially when it comes to life and death. He said that if you lived longer, you wouldn't be able to live longer, but who would have thought that — indeed, a person's calculations are inferior to those of the heavens. He may have leaked too much of the Heavenly Secrets, and even the God Operator didn't know when he would die. "

Lin Zhu'er continued to ask, "Big Brother, do you know where his corpse is?"

"I heard that since the government couldn't find his family, they moved the corpse to the memorial hall on the north side of the city."

"How could he suddenly die?" Leng Ruice was deep in thought.

"Sister Bing, it seems that someone got here before us."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Si'er suddenly felt a burning pain on the back of his right hand. He raised his hand and saw a big "Tian" character faintly appearing on the back of his hand. This sudden change caused his mind to become restless. His thoughts seemed to return to ten years ago, and a gentle and amiable face appeared before his eyes once more.

Leng Ruoruo looked at the back of her hand, lost in thought, and said coldly: "What are you thinking, why aren't you leaving? "What are you doing here?"

Lin Zhu'er came back to her senses and asked, "Then where are we going now? Are we going to examine his corpse?"

"We'll talk about it later!"

"..."

At this moment, on top of the Southern Beijing Pagoda, a young man in white clothes was also sitting like Lin Ming'er. He was lost in thought as he looked at the incantation on the back of his left hand.

"Yuqing, ten years have passed in a flash. How are you now? What would have happened if I had held on to your hand that day? If you were with me, would you have set foot on this road to revenge? "If …"

Every time he thought of this, the youth would feel an extreme heartache. He stared at the talisman that was about to disappear and an urge to find his junior surged through his mind.

Back then, when the Horizon Monastery was in trouble, it was already too late for Spirit Concealed's Sect Leader of the George Zuo to rush to the Horizon Monastery. At the end of Daoist Song's life, he entrusted the two little daoists to the Sect Leader of the Temple, but Zuo Qiu only found Yu Xuan. As for the other daoist, he had not been able to find him.

Left with no other choice, Zuo Qiu could only bring Yu Xuan back to Lingyin and carefully train him, to prepare for his future worries. Because the youngest generation of the Spirit Concealment Sect was named "Wuhen" because of the word "Wu". At the same time, in order to express his nostalgia for his previous master, he also took the word "Yu" as his surname.

Ten years had passed, and Yu Wuhen was already seventeen to eighteen years old. Due to the profound inner strength, coupled with the meticulous nurturing from Zuo Qiu, the cultivation technique was naturally the best amongst all spiritual concealment methods.

Even though many years had passed, the hatred for the extermination of his clan could not be wiped away from his mind. Under his repeated pleas, the Left Qiu finally agreed to let him go down the mountain to fulfill his long-cherished wish.

This time in the martial arts world, he only had three goals: to find the magical equipment that the Nether Demon Palace had stolen; to find his long-lost junior brother; and to completely eradicate the Nether Demon Palace together with his junior.