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Han Laowei, who saved Ye Jing, unexpectedly took a nerve knife, and without saying anything, he attacked the chief elder of the Eastern Tang Dynasty who had just arrived.

The two great masters who arrived later were actually in a battle, and the initial threat to the Red Spirit Banner Lord was empty for a while.

He saw that Elder Yan, who was in charge of Guangcheng Mountain's affairs in the Eastern Tang Kingdom, had arrived, and although he couldn't take care of him for a while, he didn't plan to stay longer.

Guangcheng Mountain's other powerhouses in the Eastern Tang Kingdom and even in Tiandongzhou were also rushing over.

Didn't enter the town of Longyuan, across the valley, the last punch of the Red Spirit Banner Lord smashed down, and after the fight, he didn't look at the result, and immediately fled away.

The target of the punch is ...... Ye Jing, who is still holding the real fire in his hand......

Ye Jing was about to cry.

Yan Zhaoge couldn't cry or laugh.

It's all messed up......

Yan Zhaoge shouted: "Throw away the tinder, he relied on the tinder to determine the direction!"

Ye Jing also reacted at this moment, and hurriedly put aside the true flame of the flame.

However, the speed of the Great Grandmaster's fist power was too fast, even if it was blocked by the terrain of Zhenlongyuan, it was still instantaneous, so fast that Ye Jing couldn't dodge at all.

Fortunately, because of the previous battle between Old Monster Han and the Red Spirit Banner Lord, the mountain rocks around Ye Jing's body had collapsed and were fragile.

The power of the second fist of the Red Spirit Banner has not yet arrived, but the storm that has set off has already caused the mountain rock in the valley to collapse.

Ye Jing's body fell uncontrollably, and he finally narrowly avoided the vital point, although he was still seriously injured by the bombardment of the flame storm, but he did not die on the spot.

Just looking at the eyes of the others, they all let out an exclamation, watching Ye Jing fall towards the bottomless Zhenlong Abyss!

With Ye Jing's cultivation, he fell into Zhenlongyuan, and there was no possibility of survival.

Although he did not die under the main fist of the Red Spirit Banner, he still couldn't escape death after all.

Seeing that the peaks were turning around, they still couldn't change the final result, and all the fellow disciples were sad for a while, regardless of their relationship with Ye Jing before.

Yan Zhaoge didn't think so.

Now some even want to yawn.

The sudden appearance of that old Han monster made Yan Zhaoge fully believe that this Ye Jing was really shrouded in the aura of the protagonist.

So, jumping off a cliff or something, it's easy, okay?

Not only can he not die, if he has no adventures, take a few cheats, and by the way, the realm will be upgraded a few levels, and when Ye Jing comes back, Yan Zhaoge feels that he is embarrassed to greet him.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Ye Jing, who was dancing with his hands and in free fall, extremely calm, quite a little bit that his brother had seen through you.

But at this moment, in the abyss shrouded in black mist below, a dazzling light suddenly emerged.

Dao streamers and black mist intertwined, soaring into the sky, setting off a destructive rag.

"That's ...... My Inner Crystal Furnace, after falling into the abyss...... Blown up?" Yan Zhao Ge was stunned.

Then I saw the wave of destruction that sprayed upwards, just in time to meet Ye Jing who fell downward!

Under the impact of the violent force, Ye Jing was already seriously injured, and his body was suddenly shattered!

Looking at this scene, Yan Zhaoge was also a little distracted: "...... Is this your fate good or bad?"

Ye Jing's eyes were about to split, but he could only watch his body shatter, his body was no longer conscious, and he couldn't even feel the severe pain.

"Yan-Zhao-Song!!"

Looking at the exploding inner crystal furnace and watching himself being swallowed by the raging tide, Ye Jing let out a wild roar, echoing wildly in the abyss, full of resentment and unwillingness.

The dark red ring on the finger of his right hand suddenly shone with an unprecedented brilliance at this moment.

For a moment, under the reflection of that dark red firelight, the flame storm that the Red Spirit Banner Lord's previous fist had turned into was eclipsed, like an inconspicuous little spark.

Yan Zhaoge's pupils contracted, and he could vaguely see that around Ye Jing's body, from the dark red ring, an image seemed to be projected.

In that image, a world of flames is presented.

Under the dark red sky, lava erupts and magma overflows, making it look like the end of the world.

A great catastrophe, a great destruction, a great tribulation came out of it, and I saw magma splashing, a terrifying hell full of flowing fire.

Thousands of streams of fire condensed in the air, and a roaring flame giant god was formed!

Under the majesty of the flame giant, people have boundless fear and respect, and they can't help but want to bow and worship.

It was a much more terrifying aura than the Eastern Tang Chief Elder, Han Old Monster, and Red Spirit Banner Lord.

Although it was only for a moment, although it was only an illusory light and shadow, although it was only a shock of breath, it was still terrifying.

The others' vision was blocked by the black mist and light, and they couldn't see what was happening, but they could all feel their hearts shake, and they couldn't help themselves.

Yan Zhaoge looked at the light and shadow image, but he was thoughtful.

However, what touched his mind more in front of him was Ye Jing's final fate.

Ye Jing's body had been completely shattered and turned into a cloud of blood mist under the impact of the violent storm that erupted in Zhenlongyuan, and his life seemed to have come to an end.

But the sudden vision in front of him seems to mean that Ye Jing's protagonist aura is playing a role again?

Ye Jing's broken flesh and blood, shrouded in the dark red fire light emitted by the ring, seemed to emerge a faint phantom, and his facial features were the same as Ye Jing's.

"Soul ......"

Yan Zhaoge understood, and then saw that Ye Jing's soul was gradually contained by the dark red flame, and then flew towards the ring.

Even though the body was shattered and could be considered dead, it was still saved by the ring, retaining the last chance to turn the tables.

Seeing the ring sink into the abyss, Yan Zhaoge touched his chin: "Hehe, it's interesting." ”

Although I don't know what will happen to Ye Jing in the future, I think there is always a way to stage the return of the king?

For example, if you reshape your body, you will make great progress in your cultivation again, or you may have some kind of adventure because of a blessing in disguise, and you can practice some kind of awesome exercise recorded in the ring without your body......

There's always a way anyway, isn't it?

However, today's development, even Yan Zhaoge is a little unexpected.

Ye Jing was really tossed enough, and asked him what he meant, I'm afraid it's a million reluctance.

I was almost completely crippled.

"If the protagonist's aura has a durability value, Ye Jing has been consumed a lot today. Yan Zhaoge uncontrollably turned some nonsensical thoughts in his head at this moment.

Ye Jing's resentful and unwilling roar seemed to still echo in the void.

"Why are you yelling so loudly? It's not that I threw the inner crystal furnace down to smash you, I still feel sorry for my inner crystal furnace, not to mention ......"

Yan Zhaoge plucked out his ears, and the smile on his face gradually turned cold: "...... I don't care about you, and you still take the initiative to provoke me? If you don't appear in front of me in the future, forget it, otherwise we will have to settle the matter of the real flame and the fire. ”

"What about the protagonist's aura? Lao Tzu makes you Shuangwen protagonist become the protagonist of the sadistic text!"

The qi tide in Zhenlong Yuan was raging, and the black mist continued to rush upward, a little blue light and a little white light, flew up, flew out of the abyss together, and then landed in front of Yan Zhao Ge.

The true flame of the flame was quietly suspended, and the little white light returned to normality, which turned out to be a small iron plaque, falling into the dust on the ground.

Yan Zhaoge put away the tinder and the iron card together: "Although I have experienced many waves, I can be regarded as finally starting." ”

Yan Zhaoge walked in the storm, bringing up one after another Guangcheng Mountain disciples who were difficult to protect themselves.

Looking back at the abyss below, Yan Zhaoge suddenly thought: "By the way, this iron card seems to be the thing of Ye Jing......"