Chapter 60: Fire Cloud

Without the illumination of the moonlight, Nanyang Town did not become as dark as usual in the middle of the night.

Because after enduring the whole night of fighting, the whole corner of the town has already burned with raging fires.

And because of the buildings here, most of them are made of wood.

As a result, the slightest spread of fire can instantly set the entire street ablaze with buildings.

Now, if anyone looks down on the city from the sky, they will find that countless dragons of fire are writhing beneath the town.

There is no need for moonlight to shine, this self-burning flame has already lit up the world in front of everyone.

The square in the center of the town is now surrounded by clouds of steaming water.

And everyone who was still fighting was aware of the moisture that permeated the surroundings.

The fierce ghost burning with green fire, although it had broken more than a dozen green bones, was still blocking the ice blade falling from the air.

When ice meets fire, it turns into water.

If water is on fire, it turns into heat.

Therefore, the heat in the sky came because of Chen Mengxi and the water beads beside her.

And this Fairy Chen at this time of the battle has already shown a difficult expression on his face.

The chest under the white clothes began to float slightly.

Obviously, she has also used all her strength against the two great enemies in front of her.

Compared with Fairy Chen's state, Wang Zhengnan's situation at this time is even worse.

Due to the long-term battle in a state of yin and yang, a small handful of gray hair was born in his black hair.

Not only that, but his lips were already gray, and there was no blood on his face.

"Whew" "Whew" "Whew"

He began to gasp rapidly.

He knew he was going to fall.

But he couldn't fall.

Because the ghost in front of him is still upright.

He looked up at the two people in the body of this terrible ghost, but he was thinking in his heart.

"I didn't expect this black and white impermanence to be so powerful. It seems that if there is no Brother Qin, we will really be no match for Zoroastrianism."

He still remembered that Qin Weiming back then not only defeated two with one, but also severely injured these two people.

He also believed that if his eldest brother Qin was here, he would definitely be able to save today's situation.

It's a pity that where are the friends who shared life and death back then?

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On the body of the fierce ghost burning with green flames, the corners of the mouths of the two black and white impermanence have also flowed blood.

It's just that although the two of them were also injured, they were much better than the other two.

Hei Wuchang, who was in control of the scythe, lifted the scythe in his hand again, ready to slash at Chen Mengxi, who had been blocking him.

And Bai Wuchang, who was controlling the claws, stretched out his hand, ready to give Wang Zhengnan the final blow.

The two knew very well in their hearts that the other two were no longer able to fight, and it was impossible to block this move again.

So, I saw that this terrible ghost waved the scythe on his right hand and poked out the sharp claws on his left hand.

However, at this critical moment, I saw that in a corner of the square, a stunned little monk was struggling to control the reins in his hand, driving the horse under his crotch, and driving into everyone's sight with the carriage behind.

Suddenly, the little monk raised his head and saw the green ghost wielding a blade in front of him, and his eyes were full of shock.

He didn't expect that the ghost of hell that the master often talked about in his mouth, black and white impermanence, actually appeared in front of his eyes alive.

So, he muttered in his heart, "It seems that the master is an old man, and he really didn't lie to me!" ”。

After thinking about it, he turned back and wanted to tell his master that he had really seen the messenger of hell and the lonely ghost.

It's just that the moment he turned around, he felt a gust of wind blowing in his face.

He blew up before he fixed his gaze.

However, all he could see was the roller shutter on the carriage, swaying in the wind.

"Huh? What's going on with this gust of wind? Did I really see a ghost? ”。

Then, as if he had sensed something, he saw him look at the green ghost again.

But when he looked up again, he found that the master, who was supposed to be in the carriage behind him, had actually appeared in the sky above the terrible ghost.

Not only that, but he also saw that there were bursts of black gas coming out of the master's hands.

"Master, is his old man going to subdue demons and eliminate demons?"

In his heart, he muttered again.

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At this moment, the Master of Empty Wisdom, who was wearing a bright red robe and holding a black sword of ink rose, was already standing in the air, standing high in front of the ghost.

His compassionate eyes were long gone, but instead showed a hint of solemnity.

And in the face of the scythe and claws of the powerful ghosts, the Master of Empty Wisdom was unmoved.

I saw that he turned his hand into a palm, and the palm filled with black qi was facing the powerful ghost below, and he directly slapped it.

He just slapped it casually.

But after his palm, a palm that was three points larger than the green ghost appeared in the sky above the huge green ghost.

The palm of his hand was full of black gas.

As soon as this huge black palm print appeared, everyone who was fighting in the field felt a suffocating heat wave, which swept in, forcing them to stop fighting and resist with luck.

The black and white impermanence in the ghost's body invariably raised his head, and his eyes widened, looking at the palm print in the sky in disbelief, and the black flame in the palm print.

The fire worship skill of Zoroastrianism is the art of condensing fire.

Back then, their master had already practiced the Divine Skill to the eighth layer, but the flames condensed by their master were still only dark green.

According to legend, in the past generations, except for the first leader of the founding sect, no one has been able to practice divine skills to the ninth layer.

According to the records of the classics in the church, the flame condensed by the first sect leader was the color of inky black.

Therefore, when the palm burning with black flames above his head smashed down, these two masters who made people in the rivers and lakes fearful did not make the slightest resistance.

They watched as the huge palm pressed against the top of the ghost's head.

They also used their bodies to experience this incomparably hot black flame.

After the palm print came into the world, in a way that destroyed the ancient and decaying, it directly erased all the things in the path, and smashed into the ground with a "boom".

The feeling of the earth shaking and shaking suddenly reached everyone's body.

And the yellow sand that rises from the center of the square is getting used to every corner of the square.

Not only that, but the churning yellow sand gushed out of the surrounding streets after being blocked by the surrounding buildings.

For a moment, no one could see anything around them.

They were just shocked that the old drunken monk who had made their master deign to meet him could be so strong.

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After a long time.

A loud thunderclap rang out in the air.

I don't know if the heat from the field is affecting the weather, or what.

In short, after a burst of lightning and thunder, everyone who was surrounded by the heat finally felt a sense of coldness.

And when this trickling rain fell on everyone's body, the yellow sand that filled everyone's eyes finally sank to the ground.

It's just that when the yellow sand fell again, a huge steaming pit appeared on the originally flat square.

Deep pits, in the shape of palm prints.

The land, which was originally yellow mud, has now turned into scorched earth and turned black.

And in this deep pit, the black and white impermanence are moaning in pain.

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