Ma Qingfeng's flame giant palm was used, shocking the audience.

The thin old man was the most shocked, becoming a spirit controller, in ancient times, it was very easy, as long as he practiced spirit control, he could become a spirit controller, and now, becoming a spirit controller is difficult to climb to the sky.

The thin old man calmed down, "Stinky boy, although you have mastered a little bit of the surface of soul control, but you are not proficient in the application, this seat will let you see the real spirit control art today." ”

After speaking, the thin old man waved his hands, and a fire cloud instantly appeared above Ma Qingfeng's head, and the burning flames even dyed half the sky red.

Under the fire cloud, Ma Qingfeng felt like entering a furnace, sweat dripping out, and before it could fall to the ground, it was evaporated. And this fire cloud can actually restrain people's bodies, just like this space is locked, and the people inside can't come out.

What the thin old man said was right, although Ma Qingfeng had figured out how to use the spirit control technique, he was indeed not proficient, so he could only rely on martial arts tricks to resist under the fire cloud.

It didn't take long for the fire clouds in the sky to envelop the entire City Lord's Mansion, and the flames were churning, turning into a rain of fire, and under the control of the thin old man, all of them fell towards Ma Qingfeng.

Ma Qingfeng unfolded the meteor body method, shuttling between the fire and rain, it was really in the midst of thousands of fires, and a piece of it did not touch his body. The City Lord's Mansion was unlucky, the roar was endless, countless potholes were blown out of the ground, and some buildings were already on fire. Fortunately, the thin old man only targeted Ma Qingfeng, otherwise, the entire City Lord's Mansion would have fallen into a sea of fire and turned into ashes.

When there was no way to avoid it, Ma Qingfeng mobilized the fire aura to cover his hands with a layer of flames, and then crushed the fist-sized fire rain.

The thin old man saw Ma Qingfeng swaying freely in the fire and rain, like a fish in water, and couldn't help but snort coldly, "Stinky boy, it's uncomfortable." In a few moments you will be roasted dry and burned to ashes by the rain of fire. Haha......"

Ma Qingfeng had long known that this thin old man was not easy to deal with, and if he wanted to defeat him, he could only surprise and attack him unprepared, so that it was possible to succeed in a sneak attack.

So seeing that the thin old man was so confident in this fire and rain trick, he decided to put on a good show. The smooth body suddenly stagnated, and a rain of fire wiped the clothes and passed, and the clothes caught fire and burned in an instant, and Ma Qingfeng immediately screamed and hurriedly slapped the clothes, trying to extinguish the fire.

The thin old man couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw it, laughed wildly, and increased the output of Zhenyuan. He is not as perverted as Ma Qingfeng, and he can directly mobilize the aura of heaven and earth through the Chaos Divine Skill. He can only use the true yuan to mobilize the fire aura to attack with the spirit control technique, so his attack power is not very strong, if he can break through to become a heaven-level martial artist, then he can use the spirit control technique to destroy a city with a wave of his hand.

Feeling the enhancement of the fire rain, Ma Qingfeng knew that the thin old man had increased the true yuan, and he couldn't withdraw the true yuan so quickly in a short time, and the time to fight back had come, and he said: "The princess will do it!"

Xia Youlan immediately quickly pinched a few handprints, stretched out her fingers, pointed at the fire clouds in the sky, and opened her small mouth: "Break!"

I saw that the fire cloud was torn apart by a pair of invisible hands, and it was divided into two halves. Xia Youlan spat out a mouthful of blood, her body shook a little, and she hurriedly used the soul shattering gun to stand firmly. The thin old man's fire rain was extremely powerful, and Xia Youlan's cultivation was not enough to completely break it. Even so, she was rebuffed by the Mantra Curse and suffered internal injuries.

Ma Qingfeng felt that the space locked by the fire cloud was torn, and he hurriedly moved, and got out of under the fire cloud, his feet pressed hard on the ground, his body swished, and a thin line was drawn like a meteor, and he instantly reached the top of the thin old man's head, his palms were blazing, hanging with the sound of the wind, and he slapped his head with a whin.

The thin old man got carried away, and he felt that the fire cloud under control was out of control for a moment, and before he could react, Ma Qingfeng's pair of flaming palms had already slapped on the top of his head.

It's too late to dodge, it's too late to use spirit control, and most of the true elements can't be recovered. In a hurry, I had to raise my palms and hard top.

With a loud "bang", the thin old man's arms were numb when he was smashed by Ma Qingfeng's palm, and his legs fell into the ground below the knees. The worst thing was that the palms that were beyond ordinary people were burned black by Ma Qingfeng's fire palms, exuding a smell of meat.

The thin old man screamed miserably, and he was about to jump out of the ground with a mouthful of true yuan.

He was fast, Ma Qingfeng was faster, and after his palms were solid, he immediately used the reaction force to turn his body over, his head and feet. Zhenyuan was transported to the soles of his feet in an instant, and a thousand pounds fell, and a big foot stepped on the thin old man's head.

The thin old man, an aggrieved man, a ground-level eight-grade martial artist, or a rare-level soul controller, was actually beaten into the ground by a hairy boy, and he had no power to fight back. Seeing that most of his true yuan was in the fire clouds in the sky, as long as he took it back, he could knock Ma Qingfeng out with a slap, but unfortunately, Ma Qingfeng didn't give him time!

In desperation, he raised a pair of black palms that were bubbling with aroma, crossed upwards, and poofed, he was stepped into the ground by Ma Qingfeng again, and all the waist down was in the soil. The linkage movement can no longer be moved.

Ma Qingfeng jumped out a few zhang with his strength, carried out the Chaos Divine Skill, and controlled the fire aura to hit the Wuding Kaishan Palm, and a palm with a grinding disc burning dark red flame instantly took shape, and flew towards the thin old man under Ma Qingfeng's control.

The thin old man understood Ma Qingfeng's plan at this time, he beat himself into the ground, and he couldn't move for a short time, for this move!"You can't kill me, my family is very strong, someone will come to avenge me, and then your relatives will die." The thin old man cried out in horror.

"Oh?" Ma Qingfeng frowned, there is a powerful family behind him, which is quite troublesome, but it will be even more troublesome to release the thin old man, and his family is afraid that he will send someone immediately. "Then you deserve to die. The Flame Giant Palm sped away.

The thin old man's eyes cracked, "Stinky boy, you'll regret it." I will die with you. The thin old man stretched out his black palm and slapped it heavily on his head, "Fire Spirit Disintegration Dafa." Poof, the thin old man's head was like a rotten watermelon.

The strange thing is that the blood and ** that flowed out instantly turned into a fist-sized burning flame, which spread throughout the thin old man's body and devoured the thin old man's body. The flames also grew to the size of a human head, and continued to twist and stretch, until finally turned into a human face, which was exactly what the thin old man looked like when he was alive.

I don't know if it's Ma Qingfeng's illusion, the human face flame glanced at Ma Qingfeng weirdly, his eyes were full of resentment, and then he flew in front of Ma Qingfeng with a breath, the speed was like teleportation, the route and space of the flame were burned a little distorted.

Ma Qingfeng quickly cast the meteor body technique, and in a flash, he went straight to the flame giant palm he had hit earlier. After reaching the bottom of the Flame Giant Palm, Ma Qingfeng controlled the Flame Giant Palm to slap towards the flames of the human face.

The strange human face flame didn't seem to dodge, and with a bang, it collided with the flame giant palm, shattering the giant palm, and sparks flew everywhere.

The flame on the human face only shrank in a circle, and continued to chase after Ma Qingfeng, as if he would not give up if he did not turn Ma Qingfeng into ashes.

Ma Qingfeng opened the mountain palm continuously, and one after another flame palm hit the human face like a series of arrows, and the sparks splashed everywhere, which was more gorgeous than the fireworks. The flames of the human face continued to shrink, and when they finally shrank to the size of a fist, they finally banged and was blown up by Ma Qingfeng, and a scream seemed to be heard in the ear chakra.

The distant Central Infinity Continent. A mountain as far as the eye can see.

There are several estates on the hill that cover an extremely large area, and in the center there is one of the largest and most luxurious.

In the secret room of the luxurious manor, a middle-aged man was cultivating. In front of him were several rows of jade plaques, each with a name engraved on it.

Suddenly, a jade plaque engraved with ink fire in the second row shattered, and a trace of black gas floated out of it. The middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his fingers, and a wisp of aura instantly wrapped the black qi, and the black qi writhed continuously, and the last figure appeared, which was the thin old man who was killed by Ma Qingfeng.

The figure bowed to the middle-aged man, "Father, my son was killed in the East China Sea Continent, and I hope that my father will avenge my son." With that, the figure dissipated between heaven and earth.

The middle-aged man reached out and grabbed nothing. The figure flickered, and the middle-aged man directly broke through the secret room and appeared on the top of the mountain, "Who is it? Who killed my Huo'er? I want to make your soul fly away, and you will never be able to live forever!" The voice was extremely poignant, and the clouds in the sky were scattered in an instant, and large pieces of mountain rocks kept falling off, and the mountain collapsed. Countless birds and beasts bled and died.

What kind of cultivation is this person? What kind of existence did Ma Qingfeng provoke?