In the upper echelons of the sky, there are also emperors who are more profound than them in the battle, and in higher positions, there are Yan Qingyu and Liu Yu, as well as the spirit carrot that is tightly entangled by Liu Yu, and even higher, it is Chu Linglong, who is bent on rushing to the nine heavens, and then Yan Du Wuji.

Hikoto Wuji, who rushed into the sky at high speed, finally felt that breath, and that breath proved that all his thoughts were correct.

He immediately gave up on continuing to push upward, because if he went up again, it would be...... A catastrophe that he could not afford either.

Yandu Wuji narrowed his eyes, looking at the chaotic dark red ocean, listening to the muffled thunder coming from the chaos, and the smile on his face became more and more unbridled.

"Self-inflicted. Hikoto laughed.

If it weren't for Yixin Changshu himself to create such a method, how could he himself die under such a method?

It's really a lot of fun, and whoever you are going to laugh out loud will laugh out loud.

There was a sudden phoenix roar behind him, Chu Linglong roared and impacted, Yan Du Wuji frowned, although the cultivation of the spirit carrot after being controlled was not as good as Chu Linglong, but it would definitely not let Chu Linglong catch up so quickly.

However, Yandu Wuji didn't think too much about it, because the flaming phoenix suddenly closed its wings and turned into a ball of flames, and Chu Linglong had already grabbed the mirror flower and killed it from the flames.

"It's not like I've never seen it, so why use such a trick!"

Yandu Wuji snorted coldly, and grabbed the void behind him with his backhand, but this grasp suddenly caught the void.

"Poof—"

The mirror flower suddenly penetrated Yan Du Wuji's chest, and Chu Linglong looked at Yan Du Wuji blankly: "What tricks?"

What the mirror flower is best at is to create false illusions, but as long as the mirror flower is reflected, everything can be imitated.

Whether it is the appearance or the breath, it can be reflected as if it were real, enveloping people in the mirror world, and forgetting that the real existence is on the opposite side of the mirror image.

Yixin Changshu was very familiar with this sword, so he had always been on guard.

But what he didn't know was that Chu Linglong was not familiar with this sword at all.

Even if Liu Yu, the master, handed over this sword to Chu Linglong, Chu Linglong could exert considerable power, it didn't mean that Chu Linglong really knew how many characteristics this sword had.

In fact, Chu Linglong was not good at using a sword at all, so he didn't wonder what kind of characteristics this sword had.

If you don't know, you won't be able to use it.

Although Yi Xin Changshu knew that the phoenix in front of him had no memory of the past, he always felt that some things were difficult to change by nature, and the phoenix was a phoenix after all, and he liked some tricks.

So he was stabbed hard by his wit and cleverness.

So when he looked at Chu Linglong's blank face, what he thought of was not that Chu Linglong really didn't know the characteristics of the mirror flower, but that the phoenix was really still a phoenix, and he had already prepared to do this to himself.

Over the years, I have been slammed by this woman enough times.

Yandu Wuji sneered a few times, grabbed the mirror flower with his left hand, and the soul-devouring yin fire in his palm spread along the mirror flower towards Chu Linglong.

Chu Linglong glared at Yan Du Wuji fiercely, did not dodge, and the Huang Yan around him also burned violently, entangled in the mirror flower.

The crimson and pale flames used the mirror flower as the battlefield and began to chase and fight.

The two flames devoured each other, eroding each other, sometimes the red flames gaining the upper hand, sometimes the pale flames overpowering the red.

The two flames competed so unhurriedly, as if they were not in a hurry to divide the winner.

Yandu Wuji is really not in a hurry, before the chaos above his head divides the winner, he doesn't care what happens, he is just playing with the phoenix in front of him.

Chu Linglong couldn't help but be in a hurry.

As long as Yan Du Wuji is here, she has no certainty that she will be able to deal with Chu Feng, and she is not the slightest sure.

Even if she didn't have the confidence to defeat Yandu Wuji, she had to fight now and fight with Yandu Wuji with all her might—at least, the more seriously Yan Du Wuji was injured now, the better the chance that Chu Feng would be able to escape from Yan Du Wuji's hands at that time.

"Is it interesting, little phoenix?" Yan Du Wuji sneered, "Since you are so anxious to separate life and death, then I will send you Nirvana as soon as possible, how about it?"

Yan Du Wuji's hand clenched Jinghua and exerted his strength violently, and the pale flame suddenly brightened by three points, and in an instant, it overwhelmed Huang Yan's head, making Huang Yan engulfed by the pale flames, and the miserable white flames quickly spread towards Chu Linglong.

The corners of Chu Linglong's mouth twitched, trying to run his exercises to the limit, until the flesh and blood began to wail, and the frenzied flames suddenly divided into dozens of fire phoenixes, jumped out from Chu Linglong's back, and let out a sharp long roar and attacked Yan Du Wuji.

Yandu Wuji snorted coldly a few times, and didn't even look at the fire phoenixes at all, but he saw the fire phoenixes dragging the flame tail and rushing towards Yandu Wuji's body, and when he was three inches, he made a "poof" sound in an instant, and it suddenly dissipated.

Yandu Wuji shook his head and sighed, his right hand slammed horizontally, and a little black flame suddenly jumped up between Yandu Wuji's fingers.

"This is the real Soul Devouring Yin Fire. Yandu Wuji sneered twice, and the little black flame between his fingers jumped suddenly, spreading along Yandu Wuji's body to the mirror flower, and a black flame suddenly let out a "whew" and swept up, completely engulfing the last struggling Huangyan on the mirror flower in an instant, and the Huangyan on Chu Linglong's body also completely became dark.

Chu Linglong could no longer hold the mirror flower, and the red Huang Yan constantly jumped up on the surface of her body, wanting to resist the pure black flames that invaded from the outer layer of the flames.

However, Huang Yan and the pure black flame were about to collapse at the touch of a button, like a nursing baby helpless in the face of a big man, without the slightest strength to resist.

Every inch of Chu Linglong's skin was being burned by the soul-devouring yin fire, and the intense pain occupied every nerve in her, causing her body to twitch involuntarily, and even her breathing became extremely muddy and heavy.

"Moan in pain—" Hikoto laughed, "I love to see you tortured. ”

Chu Linglong let out a rapid gasp, looked at Yan Du Wuji coldly, clenched his fists slightly, and then slowly released them.

"What, have you given up resistance?"

"Bang-" A pair of pitch-black wings suddenly spread out behind Chu Linglong, and black flames continued to jump between the two wings.

The pitch-black wings vibrated slightly, and Chu Linglong also opened her eyes suddenly, and the original golden and red pupils had been completely embedded in a pitch-black eye.

The pitch-black flames enveloped Chu Linglong, setting off her snow-white skin more and more crystal clear, as if it was carved from powder.

"Huh?" Yan Du Wuji frowned slightly, "Did you forcibly fuse Huang Yan with the Soul Devouring Yin Fire?"

"But you don't have that kind of strength to forcibly fuse two flames that are inherently enemies...... It will make you more miserable. Yan Du Wuji sneered again and again.

"It doesn't matter. Chu Linglong looked at Yan Wuji coldly, "It doesn't matter what kind of pain it is!"

With her wings spread, Chu Linglong suddenly turned into a dark phantom, and once again threw herself down towards Yandu Wuji, the pitch-black flames were wrapped in wisps of golden flames, blazing, and suddenly turning a radius of dozens of miles into a sea of fire.

"Boring. Yan Du Wuji reached out, and a dark sea of fire also spread out in front of him, trying to block Chu Linglong's advance.

"Poof—"

After the black wings wrapped Chu Linglong and pierced through the black sea of fire, the two wings opened, and the surging black flames circled around Chu Linglong, converging in Chu Linglong's right hand, turning into a black flame sword wrapped in gold, and slashing down towards Yan Du Wuji with Chu Linglong's actions.

"Hmph. Yan Du Wuji raised his hand slightly, and with a grip of his five fingers, the pitch-black flames were instantly extracted from Chu Linglong's body surface, making Chu Linglong's wings and body once again turn red, and even the sword in his hand was also a burning red flame.

"With this sword, do you want to hurt me?" Yan Du Wuji sneered, raised his right hand without fear, and aimed his palm at the Chiyan sword that slashed him, indifferently preparing to take the sword down.

"Who said I relied on this sword!" Chu Linglong's voice was hoarse and hoarse, and the flames wrapped around the hilt of the sword clenched in both hands suddenly dissipated, revealing another sword that had been hidden under it.

It was a sword mixed with red and golden light, the appearance of the sword was ordinary and quiet, and the surface continued to flow a little bit of divine brilliance, warm and full of power.

This kind of power is not barbaric, but another kind of power, like a withered pine that stubbornly takes root in the cracks of the stone, like a tender green sprout that grows on a charred tree after the fire, like a fish chasing the sun and playing in the water, like a young eagle that spreads its wings for the first time to rush to the clouds, like a child who finally comes to the world in crying after a long gestation......

Yes, this sword is like a new life, descending on the world, full of life, full of vigorous power, majestic but not majestic, agile but not rigid.

The reverence for life and the reverence for nature are all fused in this sword.

When this sword appeared decades ago, it shook the entire Luofeng Mountain, and the emperors present at that time were amazed.

This sword, through Ye Siqing's hands, cut off the heavy shackles that bound the phoenix, so that the phoenix finally succeeded in completing nirvana.

After that battle, the sword disappeared into the night sky in the south.

In fact, it came to Chu Linglong's side and has been conceived in Chu Linglong's body.

After decades of tempering, it is even more dazzling and dazzling than when it first appeared in the world.

Even Yan Du Wuji's eyes showed a bit of admiration.

The person who refined this sword is remarkable, and he is definitely a rare genius.

What is even more rare is not only that person has such a genius, but also that person's grasp of nature and affinity for heaven and earth, as if he himself is a part of this heaven and earth.

Even from such a distance, Yandu Wuji can feel that the sword is a vibrant world, with sunshine, bird song, and the fragrance of flowers.

It is a pity that that man completed this amazing masterpiece with his own soul, and it no longer exists in the world.