It was a black-purple stone the size of an egg, with a vague text engraved on its surface.

Yu Hong carefully identified it and it seemed to be from the second night article.

"star!?"

He read out loud unconsciously.

As soon as he read it out, he realized something was wrong.

‘It’s actually xing??!’

He instantly connected with the sexual clues that Black Disaster also discovered.

There are also clues of sex in the spiritual disaster. Does this mean that there is some unknown connection between the two disasters?

Yu Hong took the stone and squeezed it gently.

Click.

Suddenly, the stone broke on its own like tofu.

Immediately afterwards, the stone turned into a piece of purple-black powder, which instantly flew into the surface of Guanghan, the inherited Taoist artifact worn on his chest, and covered it with a thick layer.

After a few breaths, Guanghan returned to his original state, and the layer of powder on the surface was absorbed like water and disappeared without a trace.

Guanghan itself seemed to become brighter and more lustrous.

Yu Hong observed this change. He had no time to prevent it from happening, and he had no intention of stopping it.

This seems to be a good thing.

He tentatively entered a little information.

'Hungry'

'So hungry.'

A much stronger mental wave than before came out from Guanghan, it was Chang Hungry.

Changxung's aura and fluctuations were at least twice as strong.

"It's indeed a good thing." Yu Hong thought thoughtfully. From this point of view, perhaps the original materials of the inherited Taoist artifacts may have been obtained by the predecessors from spiritual disasters.

In other words, the warlocks in this world have begun to interact with spiritual disasters very early on.

They were able to fight against the Black Disaster, most likely because of the power of the Spiritual Disaster, which used the Spiritual Disaster to suppress the Black Disaster's infinite recovery ability.

Squeezing Guang Han and retracting that trace of Taoist breath, Yu Hong turned around and accelerated back towards the distance.

The second day.

A letter written by Zhengrou, the new temple master of Qingchen Temple, was sent from Taizhou to Yunshu Mountain, the ancestral court of Daomai.

The letter carefully described the detailed process of his exploration of the Yin Qi Tianzhu. Except for omitting the part about Guanghan and the multimeter, most of the rest was written truthfully.

Recently, we can't contact our ancestors by phone, so we can only write letters.

While waiting for a response, Yu Hong also began to formally eliminate all cases in Taizhou.

As the new temple master, what he wants to bring is not a style that is just for making money like Yu Hen. After all, the current situation does not require this kind of style for Qingchen Temple.

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At night, in a park in the city.

Two Qingchen Temple Taoists were holding talismans and operating spells, struggling against a strong monster with a pig's head and body in the shadows.

The monster disappeared and appeared, with muscles all over its body, wearing a tattered black mandarin jacket, and holding a butcher's knife, like a butcher who specialized in killing pigs.

Not far away, two Taoists had fallen to the ground and were unconscious.

Zhengming's face was as white as a piece of paper, sitting cross-legged on the ground, trying to gather his Tao breath and summon a new fearful shadow again.

His previous fear shadow had been forcibly torn apart by this monster.

"Hold on a little longer, support will be here right away!"

He loudly comforted the two people who were resisting in front of him.

But comfort is of little use in the face of the absolute gap in strength.

The pig-headed man is extremely powerful, and every time his eyes turn red, his speed will increase significantly.

The combination of speed and strength could easily break up the talismans released by the two Taoists.

Bang!

Suddenly, the pig-headed man swung the butcher knife in his hand, took it out, circled and slashed at one of the Taoists.

Seeing that the man was unable to dodge, he was about to be attacked.

The attack of the spiritual disaster is all concentrated on the spirit. In other words, if this knife hits, it is not the body that is injured, but the spiritual consciousness.

But even so, mental injuries require no less time to recover and heal than physical injuries.

It may even be more serious and leave permanent scars for a lifetime.

Just then.

A huge black human shape over six meters high suddenly appeared and condensed, just blocking the trajectory of the butcher knife.

Bang.

The butcher's knife circled, as if it was cutting on a steel plate, and hit the black humanoid's chest. It was bounced away, and it bounced to the ground a few times before becoming motionless.

The blade actually didn't cause any damage to this huge humanoid.
Chapter completed!