In the face of the sudden Ziyan, Wang Ling had no defense. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When he sensed that Ziyan was attacking, it was too late, and in his opinion, the black snake was much more terrifying than Ziyan, so it was important to decide to block the black snake in front of him.

It's a pity that Wang Ling was wrong, now whether it is Black Snake or Ziyan, it is an existence that can kill him for him!

The purple flame burned on Wang Ling's body in an instant, and it burned more and more, quite a feeling that he would not give up if he did not burn Wang Ling to ashes.

The black snake had been blocked by the rocks, and Wang Ling could only take care of the purple flame on his body at this time.

The blazing heat made Wang Ling's face look a little hideous, but fortunately, Ziyan had just burned, and it had not reached the highest temperature, and the heat was still within Wang Ling's tolerance range.

Hurriedly transported the few spiritual powers in his body, forming a spiritual power barrier under his own flesh and skin, preparing to isolate Ziyan from his body.

At this moment, Wang Ling, who blocked the black snake, did not panic in the slightest, but was very confident, relying on his cultivation to be higher than Tang Yi, thinking that this purple flame would definitely be extinguished by himself.

But the next moment, Wang Ling's eyes were wide, and his face was full of incredulity!

The spiritual power barrier had already been formed, but this purple flame actually corroded the spiritual power barrier in an instant, and then it immediately burned close to Wang Ling's body!

"Ahh ~”

The screams resounded through the canyon, and Wang Ling, who was full of confidence a second ago, was screaming heartbreaking at the moment. The latest chapter of the Black Rock Pavilion has been updated

The flesh and skin touched by Ziyan were blurred in an instant, as if they had melted, and it was terrifying!

An unprecedented sense of crisis surged into Wang Ling's heart, his eyes stared at the raging flames with fear, and the screams in his mouth continued.

"What kind of flame is this...... What kind of fire is this...... That's impossible! That's impossible! Wang Ling screamed miserably, his voice already hoarse.

Smelling a scorching smell, Tang Yi looked at Wang Ling who was wrapped in Ziyan in front of him with a cold face, and slowly walked in front of Wang Ling.

"Senior Brother Wang wanted to kill people and plunder treasures before?" Tang Yi said coldly.

"Ah...... Bro...... The junior brother is about to put away the flames...... Senior brother, please......" Wang Ling's hoarse pleading voice came from the purple flames.

In the purple flame, Wang Ling watched his feet turn into pus in the purple flame, and then his skin and flesh twisted, like the skin of a centenarian!

Seeing that his flesh and blood were turning into pus little by little, and watching his bones turn into black ash little by little, Wang Ling felt unprecedented fear.

"Senior brother...... Bro...... Collected the flames...... What do you want, senior brother, what ...... will you give" Wang Ling's miserable cry sounded again.

"I think my brother must have a lot of treasures, right?" Tang Yi's eyes lit up, and he pursed his lips and smiled.

"Yes...... Yes...... Senior brother will take it......" Wang Ling seemed to see hope, and hurriedly said.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a withered arm wrapped in purple flames stretched out, and the flesh of the arm was blurry, and it was chilling to look at.

But Tang Yi didn't feel anything, his eyes were always on the ring in that finger!

"Since the senior brother gave the gift, the junior brother accepted it." Tang Yi grinned and stepped forward to take off Wang Ling's storage ring.

Tang Yizhi didn't directly burn Wang Ling with Ziyan, the main purpose was to be afraid of destroying this storage ring.

In Tang Yi's mind, Wang Ling, as a seed disciple, must have a lot of good things, so his storage ring Tang Yi must get!

Just when Tang Yi was about to grab Wang Ling's hand, a burst of spiritual power fluctuations suddenly came out of Wang Ling's hand, and a flying sword swept out of the storage ring and stabbed towards Tang Yi.

Wang Ling wanted this moment, instead of giving Tang Yi something to let him go, it was better to kill Tang Yi with his own hands, as long as Tang Yi died, this strange purple flame would naturally disappear.

The speed of the flying sword was extremely fast, and it reached Tang Yi's eyebrows in an instant, and there was no time for Tang Yi to dodge at all.

The flying sword pierced through the eyebrows, but instead of blood, it was a phantom.

At the same time, behind the flying sword, Tang Yi suddenly appeared and grabbed the struggling flying sword, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

How could Tang Yi be so careless as such a cautious person, when he reached out to get the ring, he silently ran the star-skimming step, waiting for the moment when Wang Ling made a move.

Looking at the struggling flying sword in his hand, the purple flame in Tang Yi's hand jumped violently, directly devouring the flying sword, turning it into a puddle of liquid.

"Sure enough, he is worthy of being a seed disciple, and he actually wants the life of his junior brother at this time." Tang Yiyun said lightly, and walked towards Wang Ling, who was wrapped in Ziyan, step by step.

"Senior brother...... Brother, I was wrong...... Let go of the senior brother...... Whatever you want, senior brother will promise you......" Wang Ling's frightened voice came from Ziyan.

He was also surprised that Tang Yi didn't die in this move, and at the same time, he also dispelled the idea of playing a small trick, after all, Tang Yi was much more difficult to deal with than he imagined.

"What do I want? Not only do I want to loot treasure now, but I also want to kill people now! Tang Yi's eyes flashed coldly.

As soon as the words fell, Tang Yi appeared in front of Wang Ling in a flash, and the spiritual power in his body was instantly transported, and the Qingyang blade condensed out.

Holding the Qingyang Blade, Tang Yi slashed it with a palm with an expressionless face, and Wang Ling's withered arm was like a branch, directly cut off by the Qingyang Blade!

After doing this, Tang Yi did not stop, but kicked the ground, and the whole person jumped up, clenched his fist with one hand, and the Qingyang blade was condensed on his fist.

"Greedy for a certain treasure!" Tang Yi's face turned ruthless, and his fist with the Qingyang blade slammed into Wang Ling's body.

You must know that Tu Zhong is greedy for Tang Yi's pills, which made Tang Yi suffer, so Tang Yi hates this kind of treasure greedy person the most!

"Call me trash!" A trace of madness flashed in Tang Yi's eyes, and he punched Wang Ling again.

"Ahh ~”

Wang Ling in Ziyan let out a heart-rending scream, only to see that he was wrapped in Ziyan, and two blood marks had appeared on his lower abdomen, and with the appearance of these two blood marks, Ziyan outside actually got in.

The feeling of pain has increased more than 100 times in an instant!

Listening to Wang Ling's screams, Tang Yi seemed to be even more excited, and punched out again!

"Tang is not a waste!" Tang Yi roared angrily, as if he was venting, venting all the humiliation he had suffered during this time.

"No...... Yes...... No! Wang Ling's indistinct hiss rang out.

Ignoring Wang Ling's words, Tang Yi hit Wang Ling with another punch.

"Lin Mushang, not long after, it will be you who screams in front of Tang!" Tang Yi gritted his teeth and said gloomily.

Speaking of which, Wang Ling and Tang Yi don't have much enmity, the main thing is that Wang Ling and Lin Mushang are together, and now Tang Yi naturally vented his anger against Lin Mushang on Wang Ling.

After venting, Ziyan beat a few times and then extinguished, and Wang Ling was gone, leaving only a pile of pungent black ash.

Tang Yi didn't look at the black ash on the ground, grabbed the dry arm that had just been cut off by himself, and held the storage ring on his finger.

Taking off the storage ring, the juice-like flesh on the dry arm made Tang Yi frown, and a purple flame burned it.

"This Wang Ling is a seed disciple, there must be a lot of treasures!" Tang Yi's eyes lit up and he began to look at his loot.