The Tianyi Cult Headquarters, in a small courtyard.

A small Taoist boy was cleaning the courtyard carefully when he suddenly heard something strange in the house. He was stunned at first, and then his expression changed drastically:

"Oh no, could it be that the mouse pushed the master's life lamp, the masters' ancestors?"

His heart beat wildly and he trotted into the house.

This room is ordinary and inconspicuous, but there are many life lamps of "real people" in the God-intention Cult.

As soon as he entered, he saw that the ninth life lamp of the left zodiac in the third row had been turned off and fell down. He couldn't help but feel frightened:

"Uncle Jia, Uncle Jia's life lamp is out!"

"Um?!"

While the Taoist boy was shouting, a middle-aged Taoist priest sitting cross-legged not far away suddenly stood up: "Is Junior Brother Jia dead?"

He looked frightened and angry. The Catholic Cult had no casualties for decades.

Not to mention the direct disciples?

Jia An's death was reported in an instant, and only after a while, Xiao Feng had already learned about it.

"Jia An, he is responsible for Liangzhou, who is it, virtue, or..."

Xiao Feng's eyes flashed, his body disappeared from the spot, and appeared again, before an underground palace a hundred feet underground.

"Associate leader!"

Several disciples guarding the underground palace bowed and bowed.

"Jia An's life lamp is out. Where is his spare body? Take me there quickly!"

Xiao Feng opened his voice lightly.

There are not many true direct disciples of the Tianyi Sect, and they are not as good as the Tathagata Academy, because every direct disciple has the sound of the life lamp and has no less than ten useful bodies.

These bodies are specially replaced by disciples after death, either injured their limbs, or after they are old and weak.

Is Jia An dead?

The disciples on duty at the underground palace were shocked, and then bowed and replied: "Yes!"

Immediately, the gate of the underground palace opened.

In the underground palace, there is a small room with only a trace of lights.

A little girl with a waxy face curled up in the corner with her legs in her arms, looking at her brother who seemed to have changed from a different person on the bed, trembling constantly.

On the bed, a little boy with a blue face seemed to be thrusting, and the bedboard was moaning, and he kept shouting a name in his mouth:

"Pei Yuanhua..."

"Brother, brother..."

The little girl's tears kept falling, and she felt sad, fearful, and fearless.

"Um?!"

The door of the room was opened and the little girl was trembling.

Looking at the little boy who kept twitching on the bed, his face turned blue and distorted like fresh fish jumping around in the oil pan, Xiao Feng's face suddenly turned pale:

"Where is the soul?!"

The two disciples of the Tianyi Sect behind him changed their faces as they watched this scene.

This state is clearly a lack of soul and soul, and even the consciousness of this body cannot be suppressed.

call!

Xiao Feng raised his hand, grabbed the little boy in his hand, and shouted softly:

"wake up!"

The little boy was killed by lightning, and opened his eyes in a daze, with white foam flowing in the corners of his mouth:
Chapter completed!