The flames burned the sword peak, and the cold ice was the companion Ke Yuanzhen. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There is yin and yang relative to the moon, and the double dragon turns into an ancient Yang Kun.

The Flame Demon God was originally a body of fire, and the Ice Bird's extremely cold ice was the nemesis of this fire, and when the two demons fell into the Black Ding, they didn't expect that they would be so easily fused.

The broken sword turned into blue clear water, and gradually seeped into the formation, and the Flame Demon God and the Ice Bird were up and down in the molten flames, unable to move, and could only watch as the sword soul devoured and smelted the two of their primordial spirits little by little.

The Baguio Shuanglong Sword lost the spirit of the Double Dragon, and its power was greatly reduced, and it was obviously not easy to rely on the sword soul to fuse the Ice Bird and the Flame Demon God by itself.

Seeing that the pale green water of refined iron had accelerated the speed of devouring, the ice bird said to the Flame Demon God, "It's all you, and I'm the one who is involved."

The Flame Demon God replied: "It's your own carelessness, if I hadn't appeared, you would have been accepted as a magic seal now, how could you still be free to talk to me"

"Yes, freedom, are you moving now? If you hadn't been useful," Ice Bird said angrily.

"Who knew that this banshee was so insidious and cunning, and she actually knew the formations and spells, I was careless" The Flame Demon God also regretted it.

"It's too late to say anything, we've been fighting for so many years, and in the end we were still in the hands of others together" Ice Bird's last sentence exhaled with emotion, and the entire bird's body was completely wrapped in the sword soul, refining into a palm-sized piece of azure blue ice crystal.

The same was true of the Flame Demon God, who turned into a dark red fire crystal.

The ice and fire twin crystals are formed, and the sword soul slowly absorbs the demon twin elements within the two crystals into the body, and fuses the Xuanqing Halal Qi to continuously refine and fuse, until finally the twin crystals are completely transformed into the sword soul.

The pale green water of fine iron slowly condensed into the shape of a sword in the molten flames.

Zhu Yifei's forehead continued to burst out of crystal beads of sweat, dripping down on her cheeks, the loss of seven yuan and two had already caused her cultivation to plummet, and now she was constantly consuming her true qi, and the jade pill and Zhu Dan in the dantian had already hidden the appearance of exploding.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, all of them fell into the ding, and it happened to be integrated into it by the sword soul, and only a very pleasant sound of contention rose to the sky, the earth shook, the stone wall collapsed, and the black ding set off a soaring light of ice and fire, like two intertwined pillars of light through the sky, shooting straight from the ground to the sky of the Hanhai Sea.

As soon as Huitong and Ziyang climbed out of a grave close to the roots of an old tree, they saw such a scene.

After looking at each other for a moment, Hui said: "This is a treasure."

Ziyang Jian's eyebrows furrowed, he looked at the deep tomb behind him, his heart moved, and he said to the little monk: "Where is Yifei?" Why can't you feel a breath?"

"Me too" Huitong changed his previous unobtrusive appearance, and frowned seriously.

Ziyang looked at him, a little crying and laughing, it turned out that when the three of them fell into the collapsed place together, the little monk was on his left hand, and Zhu Yifei was on his right hand, so when he encountered danger, he instinctively stretched out his long arm and fished to the right, thinking about protecting her.

But I didn't expect that when I fell halfway, the figure that I fished out became many times larger, Ziyang felt that the feeling was bad, and he looked down carefully, it was actually Huitong.

And the woman who was closest to him didn't know where to go.

"Don't you have a soul searcher?" Smartcom said to him.

"En" Ziyang shook his head, and his sword finger slashed in the void, and after a while, a red-gold true qi talisman was drawn, and then he struggled a few times, and then flew into the tomb.

The place where Ziyang and Huitong fell was not very deep, but it was a huge burial pit, the whole of which had been hollowed out from the inside, with immortal wood on top of the hanging beams, supporting a slightly rudimentary burial chamber, and all that was left was corpses everywhere, broken skeletons, some new and some old, and more were corroded by insects and ants, turning into powdery ashes.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't see the soul search talisman return, but the sky gradually darkened, and the desolate dead trees of the four fields fell into a distorted shape, and several black nests sat on them, and there was no yellow or green color, obviously some dead trees that had been sucked out of life by the dead air.

Ziyang's heart was filled with anxiety, and he drew several soul-searching talismans one after another, scattered all over the wilderness, like a red-golden butterfly of light, floating in the increasingly blurred darkness, and slowly disappeared.

The mist gradually rose, and Ziyang and the little monk waited for a long time before they saw the two sky-high pillars of fiery blue light slowly dissipate.

"Isn't it, a witch?" The little monk pointed to his red lips, looking a little cute and self-advisory.

"Brother Ziyang, don't you know how to escape? Follow this pillar of light," the little monk said suddenly.

Ziyang nodded, just now he was too anxious and out of proportion, this time he was reminded, and he was suddenly a little embarrassed, and immediately pressed the little monk's shoulder, and chased after the place where the pillar of light disappeared.

After nearly an hour of retreating all the way underground, beads of sweat appeared on Ziyang's forehead as he felt an extremely unusual demonic breath.

The demonic breath was incomparably pure and rich, and it seemed to have a hint of the majesty of a king.

With his cultivation before he got married, he encountered such a powerful demon, if he escaped down, I am afraid that there would be danger, but if he didn't continue to go down, what would Yifei do?

That moment of hesitation made Ziyang's heart flood with disgust, now the beloved woman is in danger, and he is still hesitating in front of danger, like this, there will be demons on the road in the future.

How the two of them were looking for it, not to mention it for the time being, at this time, Zhu Yifei, who was floating in the flame molten slurry, slowly collected his work, opened his eyes, and saw a cold and bright sword gradually emerging from the black ding.

The sword body is slightly transparent, the half-blade is red, blazing like fire, the half-blade is ice blue, the cold is biting, the hilt is blue, exuding a glowing shimmer, and the sword looks a little ugly, compared to the Baguio Double Dragon Sword, but it is a strange aura exuding from the body, fusing the two qi of good and evil in it, and it feels like a moody person.

The sword was light and soft, and she barely felt it in the palm of her hand, and with a slight flick of her wrist, the sword body automatically made two red and blue lights, burrowing into her palm.

"It's time to think about how to get out of here" Zhu Yifei looked at the earth and stone walls all around, and then walked along the tunnel where he came, found the solid soil, and used the soil to escape up.

After a short time, he found a sincere earthen wall at the end of the road, recited a mantra in his mouth, and jumped lightly into the soil.

Injured before, he injected a lot of true qi into the sword soul, and buried it in the damp and dark demon land, which was really not conducive to cultivation, and he wanted to escape to the ground as soon as possible to cultivate his body, so he used all his strength to speed up.

After walking for less than a few minutes, he suddenly heard a slight strange sound above his head, Zhu Yifei was about to look up, but his forehead was hit hard, and he was dizzy with pain, and he couldn't help but say angrily: "Which head, so hard"

"Enchantress? Are you here? It's me," the little monk said with his head down, rubbing his chin with a smile with his eyes wide open.

"So it's you, did I say it" Zhu Yifei adjusted her posture and shook her head, only to feel that the pain was slightly relieved, "Except for your head, no one can knock me"

"Enchantress, what did you do underground?"

"Let's go up and talk about it," Ziyang's voice came from overhead.

The two agreed, and the three of them quickly escaped, and after more than half an hour, they got out of the ground.

"Yifei, what did you encounter underground?" Ziyang saw that her face was as white as paper, the top of her head was sweating like oil, her walking was unsteady, and her breath was short, obviously suffering serious internal injuries.

After breathing in the air that was not fresh but not fresh, Zhu Yifei felt that he was still alive, shook his head, his chest tingled and he didn't want to speak, his wrist stretched out, the void shook, and a strange sword appeared.

When Ziyang and Huitong saw this sword, they were speechless in surprise.