"I wonder if this can resolve this catastrophe?"

Feeling that the darkness was about to completely overwhelm his mind, Zhou Ming knew that he had to do something, otherwise, the chasing skull crusher swung down with a knife, and he would have to be chopped into pieces.

A thought flashed through his heart, and from his heart, a burning phoenix flame rose up. In his mind, the illusion also appeared, and the storm and flames swept through, tearing through the endless darkness, forming a maelstrom of wind and fire at the highest point of the darkness.

From the whirlpool, the wild will of the phoenix was circling, constantly raining down fireballs, dragging out slender tail flames, and between the towns, it turned into a series of sharp swords, cutting the darkness into pieces.

“...... It works?!"

Zhou Ming's heart was overjoyed, and he realized that his wild illusion based on reality had the same effect as the other party's weird beast tricks.

In the blink of an eye, the scene in front of him was restored, the wind was heard, and the pain in his body became clear again.

Boom!

With seven swords, he slashed at Zhou Ming violently, and the terrifying power superimposed, flying him hundreds of zhang, and crashing into a hill before stopping.

The wild shaman in the black robe snorted, blood gushed out from his mouth, nose, eyes and ears, and suddenly let out a terrible howl of pain, his eyes were confused, and he raised his hand and slapped his head twice.

He gasped violently, soaked in cold sweat, his face was pale and bloodless, and he looked at the crumbling hill in embarrassment.

He never dreamed that the other party actually had a terrifying soul beast technique, even more terrifying than his curse dark demon snake technique.

Between the collision of the soul beasts of the two sides, it was actually a terrifying backlash against his mind.

He really didn't dare to think that if the battlefield was not in Zhou Ming's heart, but in his heart, what kind of miserable fate would he have ended? He had no doubt that he would be disillusioned and die by the soul slashed by the endless flaming sword!

When he thinks of this series of horrific facts, how can he not feel fear.

"This son probably doesn't know how to use the soul beast technique, otherwise, I'm afraid that I will have been killed by it long ago! What a grassland butcher, such a terrifying talent, such a terrifying potential...... Otherwise, he will be a nightmare for us and other wild shamans!"

The wild shaman under the black robe turned his head in his heart for thousands of years, forcibly suppressed the shock, endured a strong sense of exhaustion, and roared desperately: "Kill him, chop him up, kill him for me!"

Under the influence of his will, the iron-blooded skull-crushers let out chaotic howls one by one, wildly dancing the black iron long knife in their hands, and rushing straight towards Zhou Ming like thunder and lightning.

At this moment, Zhou Ming really reached the edge of life and death, and the situation was so tragic that it was really a bit miserable.

- The dark crystal armor he was protecting had already shattered, and there were several deep wounds on his back and waist, his muscles and flesh were shattered, and his bones were broken and he was covered in blood.

Although he is still alive, his combat strength is less than one-tenth.

In this state, why do you need nine iron-blooded skull-splitters to come out together, as long as any one of them makes a move, they can easily kill him.

However, Zhou Ming's face was as calm as a mountain, sitting quietly between the rocks and dirt, even though the killing intent of the nine iron-blooded skull-crushers came to his face, he was unmoved.

Around his body, the blood that had sprinkled the ground suddenly began to burn, bursting into a golden red glow, rising one flame after another.

Not only here, but wherever his blood spilled, even if it was far away, the blood was also burning, turning into a terrifying golden red flame, and then soaring up, flying towards Zhou Ming at this moment.

In the blink of an eye, the terrifying heat radiated, and Zhou Ming's whole person was already in the raging flames.

The earth and rocks continue to melt, turning into slowly flowing magma, and the darkness of the dark night is dispelled by the flames, reflecting the brilliant splendor of this side of the world.

The nine iron-blooded skull-breakers who attacked were not afraid of death, and when they approached, their flesh and blood bodies burned, and the iron armor on their bodies silently turned into iron juice, flowing down their bodies.

When their feet fell, they were already charred bones, and when they stepped down, they were already reduced to powder when they were submerged in the magma.

"What's going on?"

The body of the wild shaman under the black robe trembled, and he let out a strange cry of twisted and frightened, and even when he was far away, the robe on his body was burning.

The violent death of the Nine Iron-Blooded Skull Crushers had an incomparably terrifying impact on his soul.

He hurriedly shielded himself with his wild strength, and looked in amazement at the shocking scene of the fiery apocalypse in front of him, as if witnessing a miracle.

He saw that the low-hanging clouds in the sky were all covered in gold by the flames, and between the crazy surges, lightning burst out one after another, accompanied by rumbling thunder, and the downpour began to fall on the earth.

In a short time, the rain was already covering the heavens and the earth.

But in the fiery land, it was not affected at all. Before the big drops of rain fall, they are directly evaporated by the high temperature. Countless white water vapor diffused there, and was reflected by the golden red firelight, forming a dreamlike golden fog cover.

Inside the fog shroud, in the deepest part of the flames, a young man with a broken body sat silently.

His life was in rhythm, as if there was the only one between heaven and earth, the god king under the rain curtain, every breath was absorbing endless heaven and earth energy.

The wild shaman trembled all over, his eyes widened in shock, and for a moment he even forgot to run away.

Run away?

No, he felt his mind lose control, and he couldn't even move his feet.

The miraculous sight before him had finished shaking him and making him feel like a pitiful worm.

In the midst of his hands, the suppressed beast soldier slipped his claws and claws, then transformed into a butterfly, flapping its wings, and quietly landed on his leader. He didn't even notice it.

The Nine Transformation Emperor Jade Butterfly seemed to have a slender six-legged blade, but at this moment, it was like a deadly blade, instantly cutting the scalp of the wild shaman, tearing apart the protection of the wild force, and then drilling through the skull and stabbing into the opponent's brain from six directions.

The heart of the Nine Transformations Emperor Jade Butterfly was also full of anger.

Being suppressed by others makes it feel deeply humiliated by its extraordinary origins.

As the key to the Gate of Realm Break, the Nine Shadows Xuanhu has painstakingly cultivated a top-secret divine weapon that is ready to make a comeback, how can it not be peculiar.

The butterfly's sensory organs were at its feet, and the moment its six legs pierced into the wild shaman's brain, the fury from its wild will was suppressed, instantly bringing the wild shaman into a vision.

At the same time, it begins to feel everything in the other person's memory.

Beneath its six legs, all the secrets of the enemy are hidden.

After doing this, the Nine Transformations Emperor Jade Butterfly felt a sigh of resentment, and then imprisoned the wild shaman here, preparing to sacrifice the prey after its owner recovered, as well as to make up for his own dereliction of duty.

Everything that happened outside the flames, Zhou Ming couldn't feel it at this moment. He was immersed in an uncanny realm.

The terrifying battles, the frenzied outbursts, and the tragic injuries had brought him to the brink of death.

But it was then that the potential of the Ten Thousand Souls Blood was finally unleashed.

The frantically burning phoenix flames, the almost violent phoenix wildness in the illusion realm, and the phoenix true blood brewing in the furnace of ambition, all of this, along with the explosion of the potential of the bloodline of all souls, finally produced miraculous changes.

——The true blood of the phoenix has finally been integrated into the bloodline of all souls, and has successfully stimulated a trace of the talent of the phoenix bloodline.

Break and then stand, live to death, burn the body with flames, and be reborn in Nirvana.

The phoenix is known as an immortal bird, and it is gifted with the blood of nirvana, and even the Nine Shadows Fox has never obtained the blood of the phoenix back then.

It was this trace of blood, that wisp of indescribable nirvana, that produced a big explosion at the critical moment when Zhou Ming fell into the abyss of death.

Although it is not a true nirvana, it is so real to break and stand up.

Bathed in the terrifying flames of the phoenix, swallowing a huge amount of heaven and earth energy, and absorbing the slightest trace of primordial wildness, Zhou Ming felt as if he was in the furnace of creation, the injuries on his body were recovering, and all kinds of functions were enhanced.

The wild breath around him, under the nourishment of the original wildness, is constantly undergoing transformation, starting from a faint white, following the order of nine colors, slowly evolving forward, until it turns into a pure black color.

In this state, the mystery of the bloodline, the mystery of the wildness, seems to be separated from him only by a thin layer of window paper.

Zhou Ming carefully participated in the study, and the enlightenment in his heart was like a hundred flowers coming from spring, one after another, and a hundred flowers were blooming.