"Let's take it!" The spiritual power of Lanwen wine is surging, the wind and rain on the stone platform are coming, the flames erupt out, the ground is extremely hot, the poisonous gas is pervasive, the dark light is faint, and the temperature is constantly rising, as if purgatory on earth has reappeared.

Lan Wujiang's palm of evil qi converged into a torrent, she lowered her eyes, the Dao seal was wrapped in evil qi, and it became larger again, covering almost the entire stone platform, and the wind roared angrily in the barrier, and the power could not be underestimated.

The shadow shrouded Lan Wenjiu's whole body, her eyes widened, and she watched in disbelief as her flames were extinguished by Lan Wujiang little by little with evil qi, and the poisonous gas was devoured, she clenched the snake whip, her eyes were bloodshot, "Lan Wujiang, there is a kind of you get down and fight with me!" She was hysterical, the whip was slammed on the white jade above her head, and the snake's head was also dyed manic, spitting snake letters.

The power consumed by the Dao Seal was huge, but the last trace of kindness in Lan Wujiang's heart made it hang in the air, and it did not directly crush Lan Wenjiu.

"If you throw in the towel, I'll take your life." She faced the wind, her hair was scattered and flying, the golden light in her palm gradually weakened, but her voice was as cold as ice, cold and bitter.

"Spare my life? What a joke, then we'll go to hell together!" A black qi actually rose from Lan Wenjiu's body, and the black qi split Lan Wujiang's evil qi, bypassing the jade seal, and rushed up to hit Lan Wujiang's eyebrows.

Lan Wujiang raised the Leng Mei Sword to cut it off, and the power of her own control of the Dao Seal was weakened at the same time, Lan Wenjiu stretched her arms up fiercely, wanting to use the power of the Dao Seal to crush Lan Wujiang to death at the top of the barrier, her aura reached the peak, and blood continued to flow from the corners of her mouth.

Both hands touched the bottom of the Dao Seal, and they were burned by golden light.

Lan Wenjiu roared, lifting the Dao seal up one and a half meters, and the whole person hung in the air, and the spiritual power was rolling, which was mixed with black qi that ordinary people could not detect.

Lan Wujiang's wasted dantian trembled, and the demonic thoughts suppressed in his body were ignited.

The curse of the gods is about to move......

When her spiritual power increases, the demonic energy in her body will also increase.

But she is also using the evil qi to suppress the demonic qi all the time to make it balanced, otherwise when the two qi of the spirit and demon collide, one of them will be crushed.

But the pain will not end, but will be tortured forever.

Lan Wujiang's palms were sweaty, his sleeve robe waved back fiercely, and the Dao seal was withdrawn from his body, and Lan Wenjiu took advantage of the situation, and a snake whipped Lan Wujiang's body.

Her hands were full of blood, her eyes were like fire, and her body was surrounded by purple mist, like a powerful ghost rakshasa.

Lan Wujiang rolled down the stone platform, slipped three or four meters back, a mouthful of thick blood spurted out of his mouth, and his hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled.

The whip was full of poison, because Feng Zhao's clothes had not been stained with the skin, but it was full of strength, and the pain of the flesh and skin was inevitable, and her whole body was drenched in sweat and quite embarrassed.

Lan Wenjiu's eyes were crazy with murderous intent, and he knew that his strength was not enough, so he actually swallowed the elixir to improve his cultivation in front of all the elders.

The sound of explosions continued to explode on the stone platform.

Some elders wanted to stop it, but they heard Lan Junlin cough slightly.

Everyone looks at each other, and their minds are clear.

This is to protect the orchid and warm wine to the bottom.

Lan Wujiang's situation today must be a dead end.

One of the elders shook his head, as if he had seen the fall of a great man.

Are there still fewer disciples like the Lan family who have died? Not.

But they also have to think about themselves.

"! Suffer death. Lan Wenjiu raised the whip again, and the spiritual power on her body returned to its peak, and she was like a blooming mandala, dazzling, she walked towards the road of thorns, witnessing death and decadence.

Lan Wujiang rolled over and dodged, panting slightly and standing up, staring indifferently at the cold gaze of the elders.

Under the white robe, there are already bruises all over his body.

This is the justice they presided!

Lan Wujiang smiled suddenly, blood seeping from between his fingernails, dripping on the marked Leng Mei Sword.