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There was snow and stones in the ruins, and it hurt Lang Hattian's head like an upside-down onion, stuck in the cracks. www.biquge.info With his own strength, he reluctantly pulled his head out of it, spitting out the dirt and muddy water in his mouth, and was just about to raise his head, with a loud noise, shocking the heavens and the earth, his just sober mind fell into dizziness again, shaking, and the background color in front of him changed from black and white against the night and the wind and moon to a red in an instant. Whether it was the red of blood or the red of fire, in short, he couldn't tell the difference, Lang hated the sky and was at a loss, and he didn't know where to hide.

"This... What is going on?" he looked left and right, and saw that the snow, the ruins around him, the villages in the distance, and the woods on the horizon were all gone, and the only thing that still existed was the full moon, which was originally bright, but now it was slowly darkening, like cotton dipped in ink. Now all around, there is a fiery red sea, which envelops the heavens and the earth, and is still spreading like infinity, and in the center is the Yan Yan who has suddenly quieted down, and in his eyes, there is a blazing red, covering the original void. However, what made Lang Hatian feel a little relieved was that he saw all the people before, Liang Ping, Su Huachen, Ran Xinzi, and the bell-like painting wall, and the vague person standing on the painting. Under the feet of the flames, the ground began to move, and there was an endless fire, like the ripples that were thrown into the water, spreading towards everyone. Lang hated Tian Ming felt a stream of heat, getting hotter and hotter. Before, it was only limited to vision, but now, the palm of his hand pressed on the ground, suddenly there was a feeling of being roasted on the fire, he stood up, wanted to escape, escape from this sea of fire, not only him, everyone was on the run, except for the woman in the painting, the blurred figure, was also roasted by the surrounding red, looking at Lang Hatian's eyes, she began to twist, rhythm, as if the next moment, it would dissipate. But she didn't panic, she stood high on it, looking down at the Yan Yan who was still locked in the painting wall. Now it is like being derived from the endless fire domain, the whole body is the same color as the surroundings, fused into one, only two eyes, frighteningly blazing, far beyond the fire, and weaker than the light, the loud noise just now, it suddenly let out a roar, dragging everyone into this hell. But it was quiet now, with no superfluous movements, just staring in contemplation.

"It seems that something has awakened in your memory. As she spoke, she took another spear in her hand, and threw it one after the other, causing a strong wind to whistle around her again with the help of the rain and snow. She didn't believe it, she wasn't afraid, she had to do her best to fight to the death against Yan Yan! The wind blew more and more wildly, turned into knives and guns, and shot at Yan Yan who didn't react. A hint of wind also blew towards Lang Hatian, who thought he was cornered, and in his opinion, no matter where he fled, it was the same color. His body shivered conditionally, and after that, he suddenly felt that his surroundings were not so cold, but simply visual horror, as if he was having a dream that would not hurt, he relaxed all over, could no longer stand, sat on the ground with his butt, and then jumped up in an instant. Something sharp underneath him struck him, and he leaned down to look, and what came into his eyes was still a fire. He was a little confused, but he still resisted a little in his heart, and he didn't dare to touch it directly with his hands. Finally, he suppressed his fear, trembled, and reached out into the flames. What he touched was a piece of coldness, and a piece of hard, angular thing, like 。。。。。。 Stones.

Lang hated the sky and immediately understood what was going on. It turns out that this is just an illusion, but it is too real. The other three were also awakened by the gust of wind, and they all stopped fleeing in embarrassment, looking up at the duel in the painting. The person in the painting was originally expressionless, because she had already seen through the essence of this sea of fire, she was not afraid, and in her hands, the offensive movements were very calm. But her face changed suddenly, and she opened her mouth slightly, feeling a little unbelievable what she saw, and those white or transparent knives and guns, far away from the flames, evaporated.

"How is that possible。。。。。。! She looked at the silent flames, and the fire burning on its body, different from the illusions around it, turned out to be real! It was a real fire, burning on its body! The hallucinations around are not ordinary, but ... The will of fire! is a reflection of the will of fire! Thinking of this, she raised her right hand, clenched her silver teeth, and stared at it viciously.

"You should have been extinct since ancient times, and you should not exist in this world for a long time!

She shouted, waved her hand at the same time, clenched her right fist, and the open picture of rain and snow suddenly changed, clinging to Yan Yan's body, and then poked out the blade from the painting, trying to disintegrate it.

"Go die, accompany Wen Zixiang!"

"Slut, stop!"

"Brother Dahai, no!" Su Huachen and Ran Xinzi, who were worried about Yan Hai, shouted uncontrollably, but they could only watch and couldn't do anything. Lang Hatian roughly guessed that this monster with a bull's head and a human body should be the strong man who fought with him before, he didn't know why the other party became like this, but he also didn't want Yan Hai to be killed, so he also raised his head and looked at this scene helplessly. At the same time as Lang Hattian's gaze moved up, Yan Yan's head suddenly moved unexpectedly, following Lang Hattian's movements, and the next moment, the four eyes looked at each other. There was a roar in Lang Hattian's mind, just like a roar in the mouth of Yan Yan for a while, it began to move, and the energy of its body was concentrated on its horns, where the color began to become close to its eyes, and the tips of the two horns burst out with dazzling light, radiating out, gathering in the middle, converging into a line of fire, extending out, and as soon as it touched that picture, it pierced through it without suspense. The pattern on the wall was disordered, and Yan Yan stretched out his arms and grabbed it, like a child who likes the new and hates the old, sees the old toy he hates the most, and tries his best to destroy it.

The rain and snow map was crumbling, unable to resist the tearing of the flames, and was completely broken in half from the middle, and then turned into black silk, slowly condensed, flew to the fan on the ground, and re-formed a lifelike rain and snow map on the fan surface. The collapse of the painting left the woman with nothing to hide, and his body and soul broke free from it, and he had to try to escape. Yan Yan stared closely at her movements, not giving her a chance, and a big hand at an incredible speed, almost overtaking the light, grabbed the woman.

"Ah!!。。。。。。 The terrible screams resounded in the night sky, mixed with the sound of a flute, so low that no one noticed. A large amount of blood was spilled from the sky, and a woman with a disheveled head, wearing a gray gown, half of her body was dyed red, her left arm was gone, and she lost consciousness in pain. But the sound of the flute continues. Yan Yan's body seemed to be frozen suddenly, his hands kept in a raised position, and there was a cloud of blood between his fingers.

Just as she was about to slam her left arm to the ground, the surrounding fire field, like a bubble, somehow burst all at once. In the night sky where the wind and snow were still raging, in the distance, a petite figure floated in, holding a flute in one hand and holding it in his mouth, and in the blink of an eye he arrived at her who was falling, and the other arm held her and hugged her in his arms, looking very distressed, the person was wearing long hair and a gray gown, like a copy of her.

"Sister is late, sorry, Xiao Jiu. The man kissed her on the cheek, "You still have this temperament, you love to get angry, this time it's good, you almost put your life on the line." ”

On the ground, Su Huachen and Liang Ping looked intently at this sudden comer, their brains were a little short-circuited, and they suddenly felt that their brain cells were a little insufficient, especially Liang Ping, looking at that person, there was a sense of déjà vu.

"No... Not only in Nanhui City, but even earlier。。。。。。 ”

"Whew。。。。。。 The man sighed, turned his head to look down, and the Yan Yan who was fixed by himself, and at this time, somehow, knelt on the ground, clasped his hands on his shoulders, grabbed the ground with his head, and was trembling, "The arrangement of God is really unpredictable, two people with different wills, they met so quickly." It seems that the pace of fate has accelerated, and the day will come when the wish that our sisters have been chasing will finally come true. Let me see if you are qualified to carry the will of the eldest brother. ”

"You... You are... More than 20 years ago, it appeared in Leigang Mountain... The 。。。。。。 who has calculated the fate of His Royal Highness Yun Ling ”

When the man heard this, he turned his head and pointed at Liang Ping, who was struggling to figure himself down.

"Ah, do you remember, twenty years ago。。。。。。 ”

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