Luo Changfeng saw this scene with his own eyes, but he was a little surprised in his heart.

I don't know how long it took for the heart-rending screams to stop. Everyone thought that the crazy old Dao Yi Xingchuan had no signs of life, but the next moment, when the fireworks burning with Yi Xingchuan had not been completely extinguished, a palm suddenly stretched out from the flames.

It was Yi Xingchuan's palm, the fire palm turned into a claw, and the wind suddenly rose in the surroundings, a sharp and cold wind.

This wind came strangely and evilly, whether it was the snow falling in the night sky, the dust around it, or the various trees planted on both sides of Langfang that did not wither due to the change of seasons, they were all swallowed by an irresistible force at this moment.

The wind is the trail of the devouring power.

The wind frantically converged on the fiery palm.

The wind was mixed with chaotic snow, the wind was mixed with countless dust, and in the wind, there was the stubbornness of all the flowers and trees on both sides of the Langfang that refused to bow their heads.

But none of this is the true purpose of this Fire Palm Devouring Power.

The fire palm is naturally Yi Xingchuan's palm.

What Yi Xingchuan urgently needs is a thicker and more intense flame, a raging fire, and the primordial spirit that has just been refined by Liu Yaotian!

In the distance, Liu Yaotian's complexion changed drastically.

Almost at the same time as he felt this devouring power, he felt a breath of death envelop him in an instant.

He had never felt such an aura, and he had never experienced such a feeling of being close to death.

Liu Yaotian began to be afraid.

"Who is he, who is this crazy old man?" Liu Yaotian looked at the fire palm that was reaching out to him in horror.

That fire palm is the devil's claw from hell, and that devil's claw actually wants to seduce his own primordial god!

There is a great fear between life and death.

Where does Liu Yaotian dare to have any reservations.

The power of this palm alone was far beyond the range he could bear, not to mention, the power of this devouring palm seemed to be still climbing...... At this moment, he seemed to understand that what this crazy old man needed most was fire.

The flames can actually increase the strength of the crazy old man!

Why is that?

Flawless thought too much, and the Liaoyuan Sword stood in front of him.

Liu Yaotian's face was pale, and he tried his best to suppress the fire primordial god who had just been condensed, but it was useless to hit the stone with an egg.

The center of his eyebrows began to become transparent

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Ming, and then you can see a small flame flickering in the center of your eyebrows.

He was no longer able to suppress the primordial fire in his body, Liu Yaotian's feet smashed the stone slab ground, and he used a thousand catties of great strength but still couldn't resist this devouring force.

His primordial spirit has been awakened, and he is about to burst out of his eyebrows!

Everyone around the platform was stunned!

This plot change is unacceptable.

The crazy old Dao, who was still screaming and screaming by the burning fire a moment ago, suddenly increased his strength in an instant, and with just one palm, he awakened the fire primordial spirit of the willow burning sky.

Luo Changfeng stood on the platform and watched this scene, especially the terrifying strength that Yi Xingchuan showed at this moment, and he couldn't help but start to guess the origin of this crazy old way.

The Silver Sword Sect Master from the Sword Pavilion who was standing beside Dean Zhuang finally couldn't stand by anymore.

Liu Yaotian is a disciple of the Sword Pavilion.

Although he is not a disciple of the Silver Sword Sect, he is a disciple of the Sword Pavilion after all.

He could watch the Sword Pavilion disciple Liu Yao Heavenly Fire burn people's lives, but he couldn't watch Liu Yao Heavenly Destiny hang by a thread.

"The old thief is rampant, don't hurt my Sword Pavilion disciple!"

The Immortal Wind Dao Bone Sect Master from the Sword Pavilion rose into the air with a shout, and then pointed his finger like a sword into the night sky.

A sword roar resounded, like a terrible wail.

The long sword behind the master of the Sword Pavilion suddenly came out of its sheath, and in the night, there was thunder and lightning, and the flying snowflakes suddenly froze in mid-air.

I saw a cold light pierce the night sky, cutting through countless snowflakes frozen in the void one after another, and finally piercing directly into the fireworks.

The flame was extinguished.

Everyone saw the figure of the crazy old Dao Yi Xingchuan again.

It was still the same bony body, and there was no trace of burns on the body, not even the shabby robe.

Only a long sword pierced the mad old man's body from back to front.

In the night sky, the wind that was frozen in an instant continued to blow, and the snowflakes that were frozen in an instant fell again.

Everyone's eyes were looking at the figure of the crazy old Dao Yi Xingchuan from afar.

However, he did not see Yi Xingchuan fall. There was no blood on the sword.

The quick-witted people around him were already faintly aware of the slightest uneasiness!

Luo Changfeng looked at Yi Xingchuan incredulously.

He couldn't imagine being pierced through his body by a sword from a Venerable of the Transformation Realm

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Not only is he not dead, but he doesn't even look injured?

It's a reversal of everyone's perception.

"Who the hell is he?"

This is probably the answer that everyone around the platform wants to reveal the most.

However, this answer, it is obvious that Dean Zhuang is in the know.

Luo Changfeng turned his head and looked at Dean Zhuang from afar.

At the moment when he turned his head, a terrifying energy was completely released from Yi Xingchuan's body.

There's no way to describe what kind of power it was, only that it was a disaster.

After everyone saw that terrifying power disperse, it instantly spread all around......

Then Luo Changfeng was shocked out of the platform.

The entire platform was shattered in an instant.

The branches and leaves of the three thousand Bodhi trees were broken and flew all over the sky.

Su Xiaofan, Jun Zeyu, Huang Fuyi, Yan Nanfei, Xue'er, Lianchengjue, Emperor Wutear...... At the banquet, countless young leaders from all over the world were shocked and flew out.

Even those big people who had cultivated to reach the Spirit Aperture Realm and the Transformation Tribulation Realm were all shocked and vomited blood.

The feast was lifted into the air.

Langfang collapsed in an instant......

With a big move, the primordial spirit that flickered between Liu Yaotian's eyebrows broke out, was held in his hand, and then sent it into his mouth without hesitation.

He devoured the flame primordial god of the willow burning sky.

The red glow all around him shines through.

The sword that pierced through the body was melted by the red rays and turned into nothingness.

Yi Xingchuan looked up to the sky and laughed.

His eyes became as deep as the vast starry sky, like the boundless universe.

He's no longer crazy!

He woke up from the seal!

……

This crazy laughter rippled throughout the Bodhi Mountains, and this terrifying sound seemed to echo under the starry sky.

The sound passed through the peach blossom forest, through the purple bamboo forest, and across the lake, causing countless layers of ripples.

The voice reached the Forgetful River.

Li Xingyun was in pain.

The Forgetful Chuan Wuxiang Dao Sect woke up from his sleep.

He looked in the direction of the Three Thousand Bodhi Trees and sighed deeply: "Finally woke up!"

So a lotus flower rose from the house in the night of the Forgetful River.

The lotus rose above the night sky and suddenly bloomed......

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