Lin Jing rushed up towards Zhang Fei, he held a flame sword in each hand, and slashed at Zhang Fei with a roar, the latter lost his eight long grasses, but he didn't dodge or dodge, and actually reached out to grab the long sword in Lin Jing's hand!

Lin Jing sneered and let Zhang Fei take it, only to see that the moment his palm touched the long sword, the flames instantly soared, engulfing him!

"What kind of fire is this? Why is it so powerful!" Zhang Fei is already a ghost, ordinary flames can't help him at all, but Lin Jing's flames at this time have already been reborn and become the origin of the fire elves, and the power is not comparable to ordinary flames, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Fei was burned to charcoal and collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this, the remaining ghosts scattered in all directions.

"Is this the end?" Looking at Zhang Fei, who was gradually turning into ashes, Lin Jing didn't think that Zhang Fei, who was still majestic and imposing, would fall in a second in the face of the Origin Heart Fire! The other ghosts seemed to be equally afraid of the Origin Heart Fire, and they didn't even have the slightest heart to resist.

The problem was solved so simply, and I couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and at this moment, there was a heavy "squeak" sound of pushing the door behind me.

"Who are you to dare to go to hell in vain to spread wilderness?"

Lin Jing followed the sound and saw that the door of the Temple of Bliss in the Past Life was open, it was pitch black inside, and there was no light, and there was a tall man standing at the door, wearing a black robe, hiding his head, face, and limbs completely.

"I'm here to find my senior sister's soul, if you know her whereabouts, report it quickly, otherwise, I will make you like him!" Lin Jing didn't think about it, and pointed to Zhang Fei, who was burned to ashes, and said. He is difficult to ride a tiger at the moment, if he wants to rescue his senior sister, I am afraid he can only come hard, the fire elf's origin heart fire is very likely to be the ghost nemesis of the underworld, if he can quickly find the whereabouts of his senior sister, and then rely on the power of the origin heart fire, maybe he can really bring his senior sister back to the world on time.

"Hmph, the offspring boy, I don't know how thick the sky is!" the black robe snorted coldly and slowly walked towards Lin Jing.

Lin Jing saw that every time the black robe took a step closer, the surroundings became cold, knowing that his strength must be extraordinary, he immediately struck first, waved his long sword, threw out a string of sparks, and smashed it into the black robe, the latter stretched out a pair of large hands shaped like withered and gray complexions from the robe, and slowly turned in the air, and a rapidly rotating vortex appeared out of thin air, containing all the sparks.

"There are very few alien fires in the mortal world that can refine the ghosts of my underworld, the rebirth fire of the phoenix is one, the thirty-nine separation fire of the fire clan in the Western Regions is one, and the other is the origin heart fire of the fire elves. The black robe controlled the whirlpool with both hands, kept approaching Lin Jing, and said, "Since you are a mortal, I think you are a member of the Lihuo clan, why do you easily disrupt the order of the world and come to my underworld to make trouble?"

Lin Jing saw that the black robe said his origin wrongly, he did not refute it, took a few steps back, and said while thinking about how to crack the whirlpool method in his hand: "I didn't come to the underworld to make trouble, but it was really because of the calamity that the senior sister suffered because she saved me, and her soul was scattered, and her soul fell into the underworld, how could I watch my senior sister scatter for me." ”

"Every ghost in the eighteenth layer of hell has countless grievances, can I return these ghosts to the yang and send them back to the world?" The index finger of the black robe's right hand flicked slightly, and a wisp of black silk flew out of the whirlpool, heading straight for Lin Jing.

"Just be captured, you are from the Fire Clan, and His Royal Highness the King of Reincarnation will not treat you badly. ”

The black silk circled around Lin Jing, the latter couldn't see with his eyes, and he couldn't parry at all, and he was tightly locked by the black silk.

Lin Jing's hands and feet were tied, and in a hurry, the original heart fire in his body burst instantly, and thick flames erupted from every skin on his body, burning the black silk into ashes.

"It's so powerful that the power of the Sanjiu Fire is no worse than the Netherworld Purple Fire possessed by His Royal Highness the King of Yama. The black robe said: "A good and decent Lihuo Clan, you have to go to the underworld to be a hero, but unfortunately you are a young talent, and you have no chance to return to the world." ”

The black robe lifted the whirlpool in his hand upward, and a big black hole appeared on Lin Jing's head, falling rapidly, trying to cover Lin Jing in it. Lin Jing flipped to the right and dodged, but saw that the big black hole was like a long snake winding around, chasing after it, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

"No, I can't outrun it, I'm going to be covered if I continue like this. Lin Jing turned around suddenly, his palms were flat, and the two pillars of fire crashed into the black hole, and the red and black colors converged in mid-air, with a strong light and a crackling sound.

"I want to see how strong you are!" the black robe sneered and said: "What the people of the Lihuo Clan rely on is only the Nine Turns of Separation from the Fire, once they are restrained, they will only be controlled by others, why, have you forgotten that your own people have been extracted alive? As far as I know, there are less than 100 people left in the world, if you obediently tie your hands and be captured, His Royal Highness the King of Reincarnation will be merciful in the future, and you can also let you go to the mortal world to take a look at your people." ”

Lin Jing didn't know anything about the Fire Clansmen in the black robe's mouth, and he was not affected by his words at all, but instead concentrated on fighting against the invasion of the vortex. The dungeon fire element was extremely strong, and Lin Jing not only did not feel the slightest pressure, but was in high spirits, because the Origin Heart Fire in his body was running inexhaustibly and rapidly, and all the fire elements around him had become his help, like an arm command, and he became more and more handy.

"Hmph, toast and don't eat and drink! You go to die!" After about a cup of tea, the black robe couldn't bear it anymore, he slapped his hands suddenly, and the black vortex suddenly increased several times, enveloping Lin Jing and the pillar of fire in it.

"I can't help myself. The black robe shook his head, turned around and prepared to enter the temple, but he didn't take two steps, but suddenly stopped, and said in a deep voice: "What's the matter?"

He turned around and saw that the vortex that was supposed to devour Lin Jing and shrink it into a finger-sized ball was curled up at this moment, and the size was not only not shrinking compared to Fang Cai, but was still growing, he couldn't help but be shocked, he moved his hands together, wanting to control the vortex, but found that he had lost contact with the vortex!

"Do you want me to help you, old black?"

From the depths of the temple came a chuckle, and a tall man who was also wearing a robe, but was covered in a vegan body, in stark contrast to the black robe, slowly pushed open the temple gate and walked out. Unlike the black robe, which covered his face tightly, the white robe generously showed his emaciated and angular face, but it was extremely pale, except for a pair of black pupils, the whole face was almost the same color, and it was miserable and white.

"Long-tongued ghost, you don't care about my business!" the black robe snorted coldly, and with a move of his right hand, a three-foot-long, two-finger-thick, pitch-black rod with a skull embedded at the top appeared in his hand.

"Hey, you said I was a long-tongued ghost, aren't you anymore? Lao Hei, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, one generation is stronger than the next, this kid is only afraid that he is the best in the Fire Clan, his strength is extraordinary, not to be underestimated, you and I are old, why bother to be strong?" said Bai Pao with a smile.

"Hmph, that's a lot of talk!" The black robe and the white robe seem to have a very bad relationship, since the white robe appeared, the black robe boss was unhappy, he held the skull stick in his hand, jumped forward gently, came to the black ball that was still growing, and inserted the skull stick into the black ball and stirred it slowly.

The white robe looked at the black robe with a smile, and said, "Old Hei, I said that your mourning stick has not been used for a long time, and you also think that this kid is not easy to deal with, don't you? Why bother in front of me...... Something is wrong, old black, get out of here!"

The white robe was about to make a mockery of the black robe, but he found that the gap between his mourning stick and the black ball was shining, and he was shocked, turned around, and got into the temple.