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An Qiuze smiled happily: "Master Fu is dead, and this woman is not bad as a substitute."

Achou was furious in an instant: "You don't want to get her idea!"

An Qiuze clicked his tongue: "I used to be afraid of you, but what are you now?"

Achou choked, and cast her eyes on Yin Xu, Yin Xu gave her a look back, signaling her not to be nervous, and said to An Qiuze just now: "Since you want the map of mountains and rivers so much, then I will let you stay in it forever .”

An Qiuze was not frightened, and calmly said: "I don't believe you still have the strength to drive the Mountain and River Map."

Yin Xu chuckled: "Then you made a mistake."

Yin Xu mobilized the empty golden elixir, and at the same time silently recited the Dayan Heart Sutra.

Yan.That is to live.

A little bit is enough to pull An Qiuze into the abyss.

An Qiuze's complexion changed drastically, and he was about to step forward, but God was one step faster than him, and a thunderbolt fell from the clear sky, rushing towards Yin Xu without hesitation.

Qingyang was the closest, and was the first to react, pressing her tightly under him.The thunder blasted on Qingyang's body in an instant, and a bloody flower sprayed out from behind him.

Everything was in the blink of an eye, and by the time Yin Xu realized it, Qingyang had passed out.

"Master!"

Qing Mo and the others looked up to the sky, the sky that was still clear just now was gradually covered with cloudy clouds, and a few thick lightning bolts were swimming in the tumbling clouds.

Li Junyao asked: "What is that?"

Qing Mo's face was pale: "It's Lei Jie, looking at this battle, it shouldn't be easy."

The purpose of the thunder calamity just now was clear, and it was clearly aimed at Yin Ruins.

Yin Xu also understood this, he hurriedly helped Taoist Qingyang up, and said to Qingmo, "Master Daoist, this green boat is for you, and they will entrust you."

Qing Mo had something to say, but Yin Xu didn't give him another chance, and jumped off the green boat the next moment. Qing Mo wanted to hold her back, but only tore off a piece of Tsing Yi's corner: "Yin Xu!"

There were more and more lightning bolts in the clouds. An Qiuze wanted to kill Yin Xu and take the picture of mountains and rivers in one step, but as soon as he made a move, a thunderbolt struck him. This was to warn him that Yin Xu would not It's up to him to kill.

An Qiuze was struck convulsively all over, but he didn't dare to show any evil intentions again, so he hurriedly picked up the flight and fled away. Yin Xu calmly watched him go away, then sacrificed the map of mountains and rivers, and let it fly to Qing Mo's side: "Dao Long, help me protect it."

Qing Mo's lips moved, but no sound came out, silently put away the map of mountains and rivers, and drove the boat away.

This is her catastrophe, and no one can help her.

Qing Mo said: "Yin Xu, I'll wait for your return."

"En." Yin Xu smiled.

Chapter 57:

In a certain tea house in the capital city of Cangjia, the storyteller squinted his eyes slightly, and talked about the most exciting part incessantly:

"Under the thunder calamity, Fairy Qingxu has no way to avoid it. She has suffered the first five thunder calamities. Seeing that the thunder calamity is getting more and more powerful, if this continues, the entire Cangjia City will be submerged by the thunder. Why? What should we do?" The storyteller patted the Xingmu on the table with his hand, and suddenly opened his eyes and said: "The Fairy Qingxu couldn't bear to see Cangjia City in dire straits, and in desperation looked up to the sky and sighed: God! You can just kill me, why bother those mortals? This sigh contains too much emotion, even outsiders will be moved by it, but the heavens are ruthless, and the sixth thunder disaster is sent down again. Without a piece of good meat, she looked at Cangjia who was in dire straits, couldn't bear it, and no longer resisted, and let the seventh thunder catastrophe come down. It was this catastrophe that made her lose her soul, and even her body was turned into ashes! Sigh that such a stunningly talented fairy has fallen under the power of heaven!"

In the teahouse, only the voice of the storyteller echoed in the air, and the guests listened with gusto. The story was actually over at this point, but the storyteller seemed to sense the emotion everyone was expecting, so he pursed his lips and took a sip of tea to continue. Said: "In the version circulated by the world, Fairy Qingxu has died, but Fang feels that she must still be alive! It's just that she may have already become a mortal, suppressed by heaven and unable to cultivate immortality, and committed herself to hiding between you and me. "

In a corner of the teahouse, at the innermost small table, sat a woman in black, with red lips and white teeth, and her eyes flickering.

She listened carefully, and seemed thoughtful, full of thoughts, and after the storyteller finished what he thought was the ending, she unconsciously curled her lips.

The guests under the stands were still asking the storyteller about the Qingxu fairies, and the storyteller answered them one by one. The woman in black felt bored, so she paid for the tea, got up and left.

No one noticed her.

They immerse themselves in stories of fiction and reality.

Yin Xu walked out of the teahouse, looked back at the eloquent storyteller, and there was mist in her eyes: "The Taoist name is Qingxu?" She smiled indifferently: "Forget it, although I am no longer a disciple of Yan Yan, but following the master, there is another Why not?"

Yin Xu walked to the old photo studio.

The old photo studio has been demolished and rebuilt, and turned into a pawn shop. The clerk of the pawn shop is a fat middle-aged man, and he is extremely serious.

Yin Xu was stunned for a while, and then walked to Sufeng Building.

The red paint on the door of Sufeng Tower seems to have just been repainted, the outside is as usual, the smell of rouge is very strong, once inside, the warmth of the charcoal fire blows over your face.