To be honest, Qingping Daoist is a little afraid of Flowing Fire, because the exquisite spell that Flowing Fire has just shown is a realm that even his master can't reach, if Flowing Fire is strong, Qingping Daoist is really not sure that he can control Flowing Fire. [((八〈一小< said {net ])].]

There has been no shortage of cultivators in China since ancient times, and according to legend, practitioners in ancient times could summon the wind and rain to summon the gods and thunders to help, and even put a flying sword thousands of miles away to take people's level. But that's all in the past, the overall trend of the cultivation realm of Huaxia Kingdom has been getting weaker and weaker over thousands of years, and a Taoist like Qingping, in addition to knowing some spells, is the best at martial arts.

However, although the strength of Qingping Daoist is not good, he has nothing to say about his loyalty to the Dragon Vein Gate, and he knows that he is not the opponent of Flowing Fire, so he has to stop him. Because in his eyes, the importance of the Well of the Dragon Vein is far greater than these lives in the stone chamber.

"You have to think clearly, although our lives are precious, they are not worth mentioning at all compared to the national fortunes of Huaxia, if the Well of the Dragon Vein in Jingxi is destroyed, the remaining three divine dragons will not be able to protect Huaxia at all. You can take my life at any time, but if you want to destroy the Well of the Dragon Vein, then don't think about it..."

Liuhuo was a little speechless, in fact, in his heart, the national fortunes of Huaxia Kingdom really had nothing to do with him. In his heart, going home is bigger than the sky, there are his relatives, subordinates and countless soldiers and civilians on both sides of Peishui, and this earth world has nothing to be nostalgic for except for Luo Li who is a little concerned about him.

However, there is actually an angry young soul called Liu Huo in Liuhuo's body. Sometimes Liuhuo doesn't know where the soul named Liu Huo has gone, if he is dead, then what has always affected Liuhuo's mood?

When the Qingping Daoist pounced on the wellhead and used his body to protect the dragon veins of Huaxia Kingdom, Liuhuo subconsciously pinched the golden needle in his palm, which he had easily conjured up in the past half a day. Liuhuo looked at the old Taoist priest and was a little angry, now everyone's lives are going to be lost, you are still guarding the well, you want to die, we don't want to die.

But the pinched golden needle was released again in just a second, and at that moment, the sealed memory of Liu Huo suddenly poured out from the bottom of his heart, it was the memory of a nation and a country for thousands of years, and it was a kind of genetic code imprinted in the blood. This suffering nation, which has been knocked down again and again and got up again and again, stumbled and continued its own civilization and did not want to be extinct, is it true that today, I really want to damage the fate of this nation because of my own safety?

"Don't bother with this stinky Taoist, maybe he is lying to you, this is obviously the Ten Directions Spirit Pool, but he lied to you about what kind of dragon vein well, in fact, he just doesn't want you to use the vitality inside..."

"No, Flowing Fire, you can't be so selfish. Have you forgotten the suffering people of Peishui? Why did you violate the ban and meddle in the secular world back then? Didn't you just want those grass people to get rid of the fate of suffering for generations? Now when you open your eyes, don't you have a suffering people in Huaxia? Do you still remember your poor childhood in Niushan? Do you have no pity for the people of Huaxia at all?" This is an angel who is talking in his heart.

Liuhuo was a little irritable, he wanted to think about this issue carefully, but the current situation did not have time to think at all, the thick smoke with kerosene burn outside the stone gate was getting denser and denser, and the air shield on his head could not support it for long.

"Damn, I owe you...", Liuhuo shouted, turned around and rushed to the edge of the stone gate.

At this time, at the bottom of the sinkhole, more than 30 killers were working hard to collect firewood and grass, they knew that time was running out, it was already more than eight o'clock in the morning, the sky was completely bright, if the battle did not end in half a day, I am afraid that all the people here would become the target of the military shooting.

"Hurry up, hurry up, smoke for another half an hour, and then we will rush in, regardless of the death of the enemy. After this transaction, we don't have to worry about it for the rest of our lives, everyone has washed their hands..."

Bundles of half-wet branches and dead leaves were transported into the cave, and in the tunnel more than 500 meters long, the killers placed the fire point about 100 meters away from the stone gate in order to increase the smoke effect. Here, a large pyre of wood was burning, billowing smoke filled the tunnel, and it was desperately pouring into the depths.

At this time, a killer who was adding firewood to the top said to his companion behind him, "It's been almost half an hour, even the gods in it are estimated to have choked to death, almost, cough, cough..."

"Don't talk so much nonsense, hurry up and get to work, the head said that it will be smoked for another half an hour, cough cough..."

For this group of killers, this mission is really difficult, first the three guys they chased are as cunning as foxes, and actually broke through three defense nets in the middle of the night, and on the other hand, the terrain of the jungle in western Beijing is really strange enough, including this strange cave, which is deep, long and narrow, and can only allow one person to pass through at a time.

What's worse is that everyone has that heavy lead helmet on their heads, which affects both vision and flexibility, but no one dares to take off this helmet, because the disobedient guy has all died last night.

Just when everyone was whispering and complaining, they didn't know that behind the thick smoke, a figure was quietly approaching them.

The killer coughed and threw a handful of firewood onto the fire, sending a thick puff of black smoke. But just as he turned around and was about to take the firewood and grass handed by the person behind him, suddenly a black shadow burst out of the thick smoke.

"Be careful...", the killer behind him suddenly screamed miserably. Unfortunately, it was too late, and the killer closest to the fire had just turned his head when he saw a huge fist coming straight to his throat, and on that fist, the phalanges of the middle finger were raised high, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder when he punched him.

The killer really didn't expect that after half an hour of smoke, someone would be able to rush out of the smoke, and the combat effectiveness was still so strong. Unfortunately, time was running out for him, and before his hand could touch the holster, the fist had already hit him in the throat in a dull manner.

With a thud, the dull impact passed, and the killer didn't even scream, and his head tilted and went limp. And the attacker didn't give him time to fall at all, and set up the dead body with a single hand.

The one who rushed out must have been on fire, and only he could still maintain the air shield on his face from collapsing, and only he could insist on crawling a hundred meters in the thick smoke.

Flowing Fire was desperate this time, when he saw the silver-white helmets in a corridor, he knew that his divine sense attack was definitely ineffective, and the vitality of the Well of the Dragon Vein could not be used, and now he could only rely on his years of accumulated combat experience to resist the enemy.

The narrow passage gives Driftfire a chance to unleash it, where the enemy cannot be outflanked at all, and there is always only one enemy in front of Driftfire, and against these enemies, Driftfire's rich fighting skills come in handy.

Sure enough, caught off guard, the flowing fire killed the killer who added firewood in just one shot. Not only was he killed, but Flowing Fire was also going to use his corpse as a shield, and he knew that in such a narrow passage, once the enemy fired, he would definitely not be able to dodge.

The sound of crackling gunfire rang out, the quality of professional killers was not blown, when the stray fire rushed out of the thick smoke, they had already put their hands on the holster, and when the dead body turned into a flesh shield of the stray fire, the bullet had drawn a tricky trajectory straight to the stray fire.

Before the fire could hide all his body, he had been shot three times in the shoulder and arm, two of which were definitely penetrating wounds.

"Fuck, he's really a professional killer" Liuhuo scolded in his heart, but he didn't dare to let go of his hands, and he hid himself in the back of the dead corpse from the pain of the wound.

At this time, Liuhuo dragged the dead man's belt with one hand and the back collar of his coat with the other, and slowly retreated while blocking the bullets. When the fire came to the edge of the fire, he kicked it away despite the heat of the flames.

The killer on the other side of the fire was also angry, they had killed people all their lives, and they really hadn't met such a difficult kid to deal with, and they dared to rush out to play with their lives without even a gun. This group of killers didn't care what the deceased was, and the corpses that were shot indiscriminately trembled vigorously.

After all, the Flowing Fire was too close to the dead man, and several bullets were shot through the dead body to the Flowing Fire's body, although it was not a fatal injury, but it was painful enough to be disgusting.

"Damn, does this kid have AIDS? If I get sick because of this, I'll lose a lot, the key is that I can't explain it to my colleagues, I can't say that I was infected with AIDS by bullets..."

We really have to admire the perseverance of Flowing Fire, now that he has been hit by six bullets, he can really endure the sharp pain. Enduring pain has been the basic skill of Liuhuo since childhood, and he is really a genius at this point.

It was only three or four minutes, and the big fire had been kicked away, and there was burning dry wood everywhere, and the smoke seemed to be even stronger than before.

Ignoring his scorched legs, Flowing Fire pushed the corpse forward in pain, and the three golden needles in his hands had already begun to glisten.

At this time, the corpse in his hand had long been out of human form, and had been shot like a sieve. The cold-blooded gunners showed no mercy for their comrades, and when they emptied one magazine, they would immediately replace the next.

At the moment when they changed the magazine, a small golden needle in Liuhuo's hand floated away like the wind. The killer who was facing the fire didn't react at all, and he didn't even see it and let the golden needle pierce his neck.

When the golden needle entered his body, the killer's eyes were suddenly stunned, his pupils narrowed sharply, and in just a third of a second, a terrible scream spread throughout the entire Yongdao.

The killer fell to his knees, tears and snot streaming down his face, and it seemed that this kind of pain was not something that humans could bear.

The biggest feature of the gold spell is pain, although the flowing fire is just a cow hair gold needle, but the gold vitality contained in it cannot be fake. Although the killer has undergone countless painful trainings, the pain of all the torture on the entire earth combined is far less powerful than that of this golden needle.

At that moment, there was a strong stench in the corridor, and it turned out that the killer was already incontinent.