The sun sets in the dense forest.

It was said to be sunset, but in fact, in this forest world shrouded in cold mist, there was no sunlight at all, and people only felt that the sky was getting darker.

Everyone in Qingmen was sitting or standing, talking in detail. In the central area where everyone was sitting, there was an old man kneeling on the ground, trembling.

At this moment, the gray-bearded old thief had fallen into despair.

Everything the people in the Qingmen said shocked his mind, but at the same time, they did not shy away from his existence.

The more news the old man heard, the lower his chances of survival were.

In fact, the old man is just deceiving himself about survival.

The attitude of everyone in Qingmen towards traitors, well, towards traitors has been fully revealed.

Especially since Ran Lang exists here!

This reckless man who was jealous of evil kept staring at the old thief with his big copper bell-like eyes, wishing he could eat his flesh alive!

How does an old thief live?

The old man hung his head humbly, with only despair in his heart.

As Ran Lang said, he has killed countless loyal human beings in the past few years, and now it is time for him to meet his end.

"As long as we can send Han San over, we should be able to kill him without any blood?" Du Yu sat under the tree and looked at the immortal master sitting beside him.

At this time, the little Golden Crow was in Qingshi's hand, blinking its small eyes and looking around.

Yang Qingqing placed a finger on the black-gold head and stroked her black-gold feather crown: "Since he can control the golden crow, he must be a holy minister.

A smooth handover is impossible, and there will most likely be some competition between the two sides.

In the fight, the Golden Crow will definitely lose control and turn back into an irrational cold beast, and will definitely launch an indiscriminate attack as soon as possible.

By then, Han San will be burned to ashes."

This is a very serious issue. Once Han San is crowned, Bahuang Qiongqi will become a huge threat.

Although Du Yu asked Tian Celadon to erase Bahuang Qiongqi's consciousness and clear all its memories early on, he also asked Han San to instill in him the concept of loyalty to Qingmen.

But everyone still couldn't tell how Bahuang Qiongqi would react after regaining his freedom.

Will a person with amnesia change his sinister, violent, and capricious nature?

Hard to say.

On the side, Jiang Feng, who was standing on the stone, suddenly said: "Qingshi, do you want me to let my junior brother try using demon fire?"

Du Yu turned around and looked: "Cinnabar red?"

Jiang Feng paid close attention to the surroundings and nodded: "Master Qing can use the jade gourd to control Han San and Bahuang Qiongqi and free the demon fire.

Once contaminated by the Cinnabar Red Demonic Flame, it will only be a matter of time before all living creatures become slaves, right?"

Yang Qingqing played with the little golden crow in her hand and looked at Du Yu with a searching look on her face.

"It is indeed feasible." Du Yu nodded thoughtfully.

"It can free me." A soft and waxy voice came from Yang Qingqing's hand.

Everyone looked around, only to see Little Golden Crow shrinking his head and peeking out from between the woman's slender fingers.

Such an appearance fits her small body, but it does not match the strength and realm of the Holy Saint Fengyang.

"Relief?" Yang Qingqing raised her left hand, turning her palm slowly, with the palm facing down.

As a last resort, Little Golden Crow could only jump up and down, following the woman's flipping palms, and finally stood on the back of Yang Qingqing's hand.

Little Golden Crow had a sad voice and lowered his head: "I have become a cold beast, I am a cold beast."

She did not open her beak, but her frustrated words came out through the Holy Demon Spirit.

Those words made everyone feel uncomfortable.

To this day, everyone has no way to cure the cold beast. They can only kill it to avoid future troubles.

Involuntarily, Du Yu thought of his divine demon bow again.

If only it could really come true.

"You can turn fire into flames and come back." Yang Qingqing turned over her palms with some distress, and took the little Golden Crow back into her hands.

Sure enough, the little guy immediately leaned down and hid it back in the woman's hand.

"Yes, turn into fire and come back." Du Yu said solemnly, "Rebirth once, reborn, you should no longer be affected by the cold."

"Qingshi, Du Yu." Li Mengnan suddenly spoke, with a sad look on his face, "How are we going to take back the body of the Holy Saint Fenyang?

Assuming that we really defeat the Golden Crow body, after it is reborn from the ashes, will it and Little Fenyang still be two independent entities?"

This question caused the forest to fall into silence.

The little black head suddenly emerged from Yang Qingqing's fingers: "I will take advantage of the opportunity of the flesh to turn into fire to merge with the flesh."

"Will it hurt you?" Fu Jianzhou asked with concern, but his tone sounded more like that of a woman.

"No." Little Golden Crow confirmed, "The flame represents my rebirth, self-healing, helping me reincarnate forever, and will not hurt me."

Fu Jianzhou spoke again, this time it should be from him: "Qingshi, junior brother, it's better to be as safe as possible.

If we can control the Golden Crow body in our hands first, as Senior Sister Jiang said, everything that follows will be easier to operate."

"That's the truth." Du Yu nodded secretly.

Xiao Fenyang suddenly said: "My physical body may also have demon fire. I vaguely remember that I used demon fire to burn the Ashes Han Tree.

I forgot whether it was one demon fire or two, and I also forgot its specific effects."

The more he talked, the more frustrated Xiao Fenyang became: "I don't know if Zhu Shachi will be disturbed by other demon fires."

"Let's try it." Yang Qingqing made the final decision, "If the demon fire can work, then everything will be fine. If not, we will destroy the Golden Crow body and force it to be reborn from the fire."

Li Mengnan said worriedly: "Master Qing, the Golden Crow body is a cold beast!

It has no reason or thinking, so what if it doesn’t turn into fire, but dies directly?”

Yang Qingqing stretched out her fingers again and stroked the Golden Crow Feather Crown: "Then the Holy Saint of Burning Sun can reshape his body by himself, right?"

"Dumb~" Xiao Jinwu responded softly, acknowledging the woman's words.

Over the years, Du Yu has trained and cared for Jinwu extremely carefully, and even found demon fire to help her regain her strength.

At this time, Xiao Fenyang's demonic spirit was extremely strong, and he had long since left the question of whether his soul would be "disintegrated." Instead, he had been focusing on rebuilding his physical body.

But Xiao Fenyang couldn't succeed, no matter how hard he tried.

There is no doubt that her body is occupied!

"That's it." Yang Qingqing gently tapped Little Golden Crow's head with her fingertips.

She had no doubts about Xiao Fenyang's ability to reshape his body.

After all, her Rose Holy Spirit reshaped her body in the form of a demon under the protection of the little Burning Sun demon.

There is no doubt about the power of Little Fengyang. It can help the Holy Flower, and of course it can also help itself.

"Okay!" Du Yu said, "Master Qing, let's wait and see if we take a rest for the night or go for a sneak attack at night."

As he was talking, Du Yu suddenly discovered that there was a "second devil" kneeling in the middle.

Everyone in Qingmen has already obtained the required information, and Du Yu even obtained many coordinates from the old thief.

And it’s not Du Yu himself.

In order to ensure nothing goes wrong, Jiang Feng and Lin Shiwei also tortured the old thief through demon spirits and recorded the locations of many areas.

Now, the old thief can end his life of crime.

Du Yu turned his head and looked not far away, and saw Lin Shiwei standing with his arms crossed in front of him, leaning against a tree.

Sensing Du Yu's eyes, Lin Shiwei tilted her head and looked to the side.

Ran Lang suddenly became energetic: "Is that okay?"

Lin Shiwei nodded gently: "Take him farther away."

"Yes!" Ran Lang strode forward impatiently.

Wei Di does have a magical power that can turn everyone around him into a servant. Well, maybe the word "subordinate" sounds better.

Only a few people from the Qingmen could make Wei Di consciously restrain himself.

However, this cannot be said too fully.

If Emperor Wei had been alone with Fu Jianzhou, Li Jing and others for a long time, the situation would not necessarily be the same.

"Traitor! It's your turn finally!" Ran Lang yelled, lifting the old man's neck with his big palm-like hands, and dragged the old thief away.

"Spare my life! Almighty, please spare your life! I still have information and intelligence capabilities. I have no choice but to do so! Spare me."

Lin Shiwei followed up: "Be quiet."

Ran Lang hit the old thief directly on the temple with his fist, causing the old thief to be confused and his words for mercy were a little blurry.
To be continued...