Cultivation completed the seventh layer of the Nine Turns Xuanhuo Gong.

Jiang Ming found that he could use seven flames, one of which was hotter than the other.

As he guessed.

If you use purple fire, it is estimated that if you encounter an enemy, you can burn them to ashes.

And that's not all.

These seven flames can also be fused together to become a multicolored flame.

The temperature of the colorful flames was even more terrifying, and the surrounding air seemed to be melting, rippling in circles.

Besides.

The power of the Colorful Flame magnified his strength by seven times.

The strength of the early stage of the transcendent is seven times that of the later stage of the transcendent, and even the strength of the peak.

That's why.

He will be confident enough not to hesitate to kill the old man Situ!

The seven-colored flames flew towards the old man Situ at a fast speed, and during the flight, there were even slight cracks in the air, and the space seemed to be torn apart.

Seeing this scene, the old man Situ was shocked, and his qi and blood spurted out of his body, and he fled to the side.

"呲呲~"

The seven-colored flames fell to the ground, and instead of the imaginary explosion, the sound was small, making the sound of water pouring on the fire, and the ground began to melt at a rapid speed.

In the blink of an eye, the ground was melted into a large crater about tens of meters deep.

Jiang Ming sat cross-legged on the ground, and with a wave of his hand, the seven-colored flames in the deep pit turned into a sharp sword and continued to rush towards Old Man Situ.

It's fast, it's fleeting.

Old Man Situ is the strongest existence among many transcendentals, and Jiang Ming guessed that it should already be regarded as the strength of the late stage of transcendental.

There are also a lot of means.

Seeing the sharp sword appear in front of him instantly, while his brows were furrowed deeply, a qi and blood shield appeared in front of him, blocking the seven-colored sword for a short time, and then dodged with a pale face.

What kind of flame is this?

Old man Situ's face was pale, and drops of cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

The moment the Qi and Blood Shield lifted the Seven-Colored Sword just now, he found that the Qi and Blood in his body seemed to be burned, and the consumption rate was amazing.

If he had been supporting the Qi and Blood Shield, he believed that within a moment, the Qi and Blood in his body would be drained.

Dodged the seven-colored sword.

His gaze fell on Jiang Ming, who was sitting cross-legged not far away.

With a sharp look in his eyes, his figure disappeared from the spot, and the next second he appeared next to Jiang Ming, and a magic knife appeared in his hand, slashing towards Jiang Ming.

Instead of red qi and blood, this magic knife emitted a disgusting smell of blood.

One can imagine how many people's blood this magic knife has stained.

The magic knife fell, and Jiang Ming sat indifferently, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Jiang Ming's expression, Old Man Situ felt a 'chuckle' in his heart, and it was too late to stop.

"呲呲~"

The magic knife slashed at the seven-colored light mask around Jiang Ming's body, and a seven-colored flame instantly appeared on the seven-color light mask, swallowing the magic knife into it, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a pile of iron juice, and then turned into flying ashes and disappeared.

"Impossible!"

Old Man Situ looked at the magic knife that turned into ashes in disbelief, and his heart was dripping blood.

This magic knife is a few spiritual treasures inherited from the Situ family, which has sucked the blood of an unknown number of people, and has become a magic knife with huge power that is indestructible.

Even a qi and blood martial artist of the same level of strength did not dare to resist.

What he didn't expect was that such a handful of spiritual treasures would be easily burned to ashes by Jiang Ming's seven-colored flames.

This made it difficult for him to accept it.

Just when he was unstable due to the loss of the treasure, Jiang Ming made a move, and a long needle condensed by seven-colored flames appeared in his fingers, and stabbed into the thigh of the old man Situ fiercely.

"Ahh

Old man Situ deserved to be a martial artist in the late stage of transcendence, and he reacted instantly and directly cut off his thigh.

"呲呲~"

The severed thigh was instantly burned to ashes.

Seeing the leg that was burned to ashes, the old man Situ's face was pale without a trace of blood, and he hurriedly left Jiang Ming's range with one leg in fear.

"Boom!"

After the old man Situ left Jiang Ming's range, his qi and blood exploded and shot into the air, and the qi and blood in the air exploded like fireworks.

"Whoosh ......"

In the next second, five figures flew out from all directions of the temple and landed beside Old Man Situ.

The five figures are Su Yu, Old Man, Old Man Fu, Old Man Luo, and Old Woman Ling.

Seeing the deep pit on the ground, the five of them frowned, and when they saw the pale old man with a broken leg, they were slightly shocked.

At last.

The five of them landed on Jiang Ming, who was sitting indifferently on the ground, their faces showing fear.

Just by glancing at the seven-colored light shield around Jiang Ming's body just now, their heads were dizzy and uneasy, which made their hearts flutter.

How can it be?

Isn't this kid incapable of using force?

And even if he can use force, why is his strength suddenly so strong, even the old ghost Situ has no power to fight back?

The five thought in horror.

Old Man Situ was seriously injured, but Jiang Ming sat cross-legged like no one else, and it was strange that they were not afraid.

Jiang Ming played with a few seven-colored swords in his hand, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Everyone is here, I went to find the province one by one, do you want to kill yourself, or let me do it?" ”

Su Yu frowned, and said loudly, "Xiao Ming, although I don't know why you suddenly became so strong, but I hope you will stop there, let's let you go, how about it?" ”

"Shut up!" Jiang Ming scolded Su Yu, and then a cold glint appeared in his eyes, "Aunt Su, in fact, I respect you a lot, and I admire you very much, but when you make a move on Chenchen and join them, my respect and admiration for you completely dissipate, but I am not unkind, you tell me why you are so concerned about the Sanctuary game, I will spare your life in Su Qin's face, otherwise...... Die! ”

There was no emotion in his words.

"You ......"

Su Yu listened to Jiang Ming's words, and his face was bloodless.

The old man said at this time, "Let's kill him together, I don't believe that even if he becomes extraordinary and masters strange flames, the six of us don't believe that we can't kill him if we shoot together!" ”

"Whoosh!"

"Be careful!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the old man Situ suddenly shouted loudly.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and in the next second, a small sword pierced his abdomen.

Half of the small sword entered the abdomen of the old man, the old man looked down at the small sword, not a drop of blood flowed out, seeing this, he laughed, "Hmph, I want to ...... this power too"

It's a pity that before he finished speaking, seven-colored flames erupted from the small sword, and in the blink of an eye, he was burned to ashes.

"Hiss~"

Seeing this, a few people next to him took a few steps back and gasped a few breaths of cold air.

Especially Su Yu, who was close to the old man, was even more frightened and trembled.

It's horrible!

The seven-colored flames raised fear in the hearts of the remaining five.

For a while, they who originally wanted to do something to Jiang Ming because of the old man's words, completely extinguished the thoughts in their hearts.

"Aunt Su, I'll give you one last chance, say or die?"

Jiang Ming continued to play with the seven-colored small sword in his hand, and looked at Su Yu with a light smile.

Now.

Jiang Ming's smile was like a devil smiling at her in Su Yu's eyes, making her cold.

She finally knew now.

What was the mood of those who died at their hands before?

And she's in the same mood as those people right now.

Fear!

Panicky!

Lose one's head!

Despair!

In addition to her, the faces of the other four people were not very good-looking, and their bodies were shaking incessantly.