Although the jade slips were transformed into powder by Yang Feng, they could only be inferred if they were only a little trace.

Yang Feng's mouth twitched and sighed softly, "Fellow Daoist Fire, don't get angry, I can give you an explanation for this."

"Bold, and dare to make friends with me!"

When the Fire Ancestor was furious when he heard this, he did not see any movement. Suddenly, golden light shone out between his eyebrows, and countless wave-like lights flew out, instantly condensing a golden flower.

The golden flower slowly rotated, and the bud in the center suddenly flashed, and a golden light shot towards Yang Feng's head, which was incredibly fast.

Wherever I passed, the originally calm void appeared ripples.

Yang Feng stood there without dodging or avoiding, but just raised his head slightly, and a light flashed from the middle of his eyebrows, and an invisible ripple was also shot out, facing the golden light.

With a light sound, the void suddenly shook and a circle of ripples appeared.

The golden light shattered from beginning to end, and the invisible ripples dissipated, all of which happened between lightning and flinch.

Yang Feng's clothes were only blown a few times, except that, there was no problem with him, with a faint smile on his face.

"How is that possible?"

The old man in flames trembled and shouted in disbelief.

Although he was just a phantom transformed by a divine thought, and the attack did not exert all his strength just now, even a Mahayana immortal cultivator would never be able to put the next one so lightly, let alone a immortal cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage.

This only shows one problem, Yang Feng’s spiritual sense seems to be no less than him!

"Fellow Daoist Fire, can you listen to the next few words now?" Yang Feng asked lightly.

"Then let me tell you why I have achieved immortality and have to steal the classics I have passed on to the lower realm."

The face of the Fire Ancestor changed several times. Although he was still a little unhappy, his tone eased a lot.

"For some reason, Yang accidentally fell into this spiritual world and had no malice towards the Sect. However, I was injured at this moment and did not have the right elixir in my hand. So I went to the Sect to get some classics and wanted to learn more about them." Yang Feng explained slowly.

"Oh, so that's the case. I wonder where Fellow Daoist Yang was originally from the Immortal World?"

Although the Fire Ancestor said this, his eyes flashed, and he obviously did not completely believe Yang Feng's words.

"Yang lives here for the time being and will not do anything unfavorable to your sect. As for the origin of this, fellow Taoists don't need to ask more questions." Yang Feng said with a smile.

The Fire Ancestor snorted, and Yang Feng, an immortal, appeared in the spiritual world for no reason. How could he not ask the details? But if the other party did not say it, the clone transformed by his divine thought seemed to be unable to do anything to the other party at all.

"Don't worry, this time I have received a favor from fellow Taoist. Yang can promise here that if there is any trouble in the Fire Sect, I can take action once." Yang Feng said calmly again.

"Fellow Daoist Yang is serious?"

When the Fire Ancestor heard this, he felt very moved.

Although he is already in the fairy world, he naturally cherishes the Fire Sect that he created and carried forward. Otherwise, he would not have given elixirs and techniques from time to time over the years.

Although the Fire Sect seems to be powerful and has a glorious spirit in the spiritual world, it is not really a worry-free person.

However, he is in the fairy world, even if he is willing to do his best, he can't do much. But if Yang Feng, who is also a true immortal, comes to help, there will be more things he can do.

...

Two days later, the Fire Sect and the back mountain of the Holy Fire Peak.

Deep in the misty purple bamboo forest, there is an elegant and unique green tiled courtyard.

The purple bamboos in the forest are distributed in a scattered manner, which seems ordinary, but in fact they have hidden mystery.

The location of each cluster of purple bamboo here is a magical array. Thousands of purple bamboos form a sea, building a unique formation world.

The purple bamboo planted here is not ordinary bamboo, but lung fire bamboo that can absorb the power of earth fire. If you look carefully at the bamboo body, you can see dark red patterns like flames under the purple bamboo skin.

It is precisely because of the bamboo sea lung fire formation that this area has the strongest spiritual energy and the most concentrated power of earth fire in the entire Lingyan Mountains.

The small courtyard with green tiles and white walls is being built on these large waves of eyes.

At this moment, in the main house of the small courtyard, a man in a purple robe was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, closing his eyes to practice.

This man's long shawl is as white as snow, with a handsome appearance, and a purple mark shaped like a flame on the middle of his eyebrows. He looks like he is in his thirties, but there is purple air lingering around him, revealing a heart-pounding and vigorous aura.

On a red sandalwood table not far away in front of him, there was a gilded copper incense burner, with sandalwood burning inside, and ripples of blue smoke slowly emerged from it.

On the wall close to the table, there is a painting scroll more than three feet long, with an image of a middle-aged man on it.

The lines of the portrait are not very detailed, but they are very vivid. The person in the painting has square face, bright eyes, slightly curly beards on his cheeks, standing with long body, his robe slightly swelling, and a dignified aura is revealed on his body.

At this moment, the white-haired middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the scroll on the wall with a look of surprise.

I saw a strange wave suddenly coming from the scroll, and circles of waves like water patterns rippled from it. The person in the painting seemed to have come alive. His figure shook left and right and walked out of the paper.

The white-haired middle-aged man quickly stood up, his body trembled slightly and fell to the ground, saying respectfully: "Welcome to the ancestor to come."

"Get up, I will descend to incarnation today. I have something to tell you." The man waved his hand and said.

The white-haired middle-aged man stood up and stood by with respectful expressions, waiting for his instructions.

"I know that someone had stolen into the Sutra Pavilion a few days ago." The Fire Ancestor said slowly.

When the middle-aged man heard the sound, his heart tightened again, and a trace of cold sweat suddenly oozed out from his forehead. He was about to explain a few words, but he heard the other party continue to say: "I'll give up this matter and there's no need to investigate it anymore."

"Old ancestor, this..."

The white-haired middle-aged man was stunned when he heard the sound and couldn't help but hesitate.

However, the ancestor of Fire waved his hand and interrupted his subsequent words, his lips twitching.

As the white-haired middle-aged man listened, his face changed again and again. He was extremely shocked at first, then turned to surprise, but finally became surprised and delighted.

In the afternoon of that day.

At the top of the Holy Fire Peak, above the open white jade square, a white rainbow broke through the air from a distance and shot down obliquely.

After the escape light was closed, a middle-aged man with a white face and no beard and wearing a scholar's turban appeared.

This man was wearing a Confucian shirt and slowly fell down. As soon as he landed, he heard a man's voice coming from behind:

"Brother Gong"

The middle-aged man in Confucian shirt looked back and saw hundreds of feet away, a black-bearded Taoist wearing a five-legged crown and a green preaching robe walking towards him.

The man seemed to be unhappy, but there were a series of afterimages behind him, each step could span dozens of feet, and in a blink of an eye it arrived in front of him.

"Brother Zhuang, let's go together." The middle-aged man in Confucian shirt greeted the black-bearded Taoist with a smile.

"The last time I mobilized so many troops, it was more than ten years ago."

The black-bearded Taoist nodded, glanced at the vague escape lights that were flying in the sky in the distance, and said.

This middle-aged man in Confucian shirt and the Daoist Black Beard are the two masters of Izumo Peak and Luoxia Peak. Gong Changshan and Zhuang are traveling.

"It's probably because of the previous theft of the Sutra Library, and I'm afraid I'm going to be held accountable." Gong Changshan shook his head and sighed.

"Although I was busy refining a furnace of pills before, I heard some mentions that this theft incident was a bit strange... The thief could actually enter the cabinet through numerous restrictions, and in the end, even the elder Huyan could not keep him." Zhuang Ziyou also had a serious expression.

"This matter is indeed a bit bizarre. I think the Supreme Elder will also explain it in detail in a while." Gong Changshan nodded.

While they were talking, they had already passed through the square and arrived at a magnificent vermilion palace. Both of them had a tacit understanding and stopped talking. They stepped up the steps in a few steps and stepped side by side into the hall.

The main seat in the middle of the hall is three feet above the ground, and there is a large carved chair on it. At its bottom position, there is a row of seats opposite each other on the left and right sides.

On the beams and pillars behind the seats are all made of gold and jade, carved with various rare birds and beasts.

On the left seat closest to the main seat, there was a red-haired man in a red robe. His figure was like an iron tower, his face was gloomy and a shocking aura was emitting all over his body.

Gong Changshan and Zhuang Ziyou looked at each other, picked two adjacent positions and sat down, closed their eyes to rest.

After waiting for a while, people walked in one after another outside the hall, and in a short while, all the seats set up in the hall were filled.

Everyone looks like a Void Refining Stage, but there is no immortal cultivator below the God Transformation Stage.

But at this moment, each of them looked very natural. At most, nodded to each other and said hello, and no one seemed interested in saying anything.

The atmosphere in the entire hall seemed a bit depressing and dull.

After almost all the hall was filled, after about half a stick of incense, two more figures walked out of the inner hall of the hall.

Seeing this, everyone in the hall immediately stood up, even the red-haired man was no exception. They bowed and said in unison: "See the Supreme Elder, meet the head!"

The man with snow-white hair and handsome appearance in front of him was Ma Jing, the only supreme elder of the Flame Sect. The middle-aged man with a solemn and majestic face was Liu Jingzhu, the head of the Flame Sect.

Ma Jing came to the main seat and did not sit down. His eyes slowly swept across everyone below.

The breath of his body was not revealed at all, but just standing in front of him casually, he felt a sense of oppression that made people feel terrified and frightened. Everyone lowered their heads, not even dared to breathe, and did not dare to look at him at all.

After a while, the Mahayana Elder of the Fire Sect spoke slowly and said: "Some time ago, something happened to Tianfu Hall and the Sutra Pavilion. Today, I invite you all the peak masters here, and it is also for this matter."

The sound is not loud, but it is full of indescribable majesty.

Everyone felt nervous, and they were silent, waiting for the Supreme Elder to be held accountable.

As a result, this Mahayana master said something that shocked everyone in an unquestionable tone.

"This matter has ended here, stop all investigations and searches in the sect, and there is no need to delve into it."

Hearing this, the people in the hall couldn't believe their ears and couldn't help but look at each other.
Chapter completed!