The purple mang stopped in mid-air and turned into a thoughtless figure. The corners of his mouth were covered with freshly shed blood, but instead of reaching out to wipe it, he whispered softly in his mouth, and his hands quickly changed into tricks. Within a moment, the formation he had previously arranged on the ground once again emitted a dazzling light.

"Paint, don't look at it. Cang Wunian in mid-air suddenly turned his head and said to the stunned painting on the ground.

It's just that this twist of his head made his heart shrink violently - the woman who was always pure and beautiful in her impression couldn't stand up on the ground at this time, her only middle coat was full of sharp sword cuts, and her clothes were soaked with blood and couldn't distinguish their original color.

Although she couldn't see Cang Wunian's eyes, Hua Chengcheng seemed to feel his mood, and she hurriedly wiped away her tears and twisted her head to the side.

The ten elders struggled to get up, but at this time they were already in the light array on the ground, and this light array strangely appeared under the changing hand of Cang Wunian, and purple chains condensed by mana light appeared.

There were a few sounds, and those purple chains quickly wrapped around the hands and legs of the ten elders of the painting clan like poisonous snakes.

"You...... What kind of magic are you using!" Jun Feng was stunned, his voice mixed with fear.

It was such a voice that made Hua Allure can't help but set his eyes on them again.

"Painting, let him stop!" Seeing that Huacheng looked over, the ten elders immediately cast a look at her for help.

"Heavenly King Lao Tzu can't save you!" Cang Wunian snorted coldly.

The hands filled with purple light gently lifted upward, and ten bone flutes broke through the ground in front of the ten people.

The bone flutes pierced the void like ten streamers, resounding through the world with a characteristic screaming sound, and at the same time muffled the "poof" sound of blunt objects entering the bodies as they rapidly plunged into the chests of the ten people.

Seeing her relatives and clansmen die in front of her in such a miserable way, although she knew that it was all fake, she couldn't help but hide her face and cry, she buried her head in her arms in pain, only to feel that those bone flutes were stabbed at her heart, which was more painful than the blood hole penetrated in her waist and abdomen.

Her mind was turbulent and her body was badly injured, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth, and she was almost fainting in agony.

Cang Wunian took a deep look at the painting Allure, and his heart ached.

Let his figure slowly fall from mid-air, at this time he was already some distance away from the painting Allure, and he didn't have so much time to consume it anymore, so he didn't choose to immediately return to the painting Allure to see her situation at this time, and he knew that it was useless to look at it now.

The burning pain of the seven spirits in his body reminded him that if he didn't solve the rest of the trouble quickly, his seven spirits would probably be burned out.

He walked in front of Chisha and Su You step by step with heavy but firm steps, and said coldly: "Let's go together, don't waste time." ”

"Your Majesty, your slaughter is as decisive as it was back then! I just love to see the King so brave, and I am really fascinated!" Akasha chuckled.

Su Yu on the side said with some taste: "Madam, he wants to kill us, what's the use of you liking him no matter what? ”

Chisha squinted at him, stretched out a hand and lightly hooked his chin, and then looked at Cang Wunian, "Your Majesty, aren't you curious at all, why does he look so similar to you?"

Cang Wunian frowned, and glared at Chisha with a cold face, "I'll know, but not today." I'll count to three, and you'll either roll or die. ”

"Three!"

"Two!"

Just when Cang Wunian counted "one", he suddenly felt a shaking under his feet.

In addition to the horror in his heart, Cang Wunian subconsciously looked around, only to see that the land on the originally flat avenue around him suddenly cracked inch by inch, and something under the ground was about to move, wanting to break through the ground.

Fang Cai Cang Wunian deliberately said those few words, there was no so-called "die or roll" at all, he was just delaying a little time to secretly arrange the formation at the feet of Chisha and Shuyou.

Who knew that when his formation was almost completed in one step, the surrounding environment would suddenly change so drastically.

Chisha took his arm and smiled charmingly at Cang Wunian, "Your Majesty, we are not your opponents, so we choose to leave." As for whether you can get out or not, it depends on your creation!"

After saying that, the red light around the two of them flashed, and they disappeared in front of Cang Wunian in an instant.

The shaking of the ground continued, and as Cang Wunian struggled to stabilize his body, he could clearly see what was coming out of the ground, it was an extremely hot liquid that shone with fire, and it looked like molten iron.

Cang Wunian hurriedly turned around and found that the painting was still lying not far away, and the ground where she was was was still flat, without any signs of turmoil. Cang Wunian breathed a sigh of relief, and his figure flashed to the side of Hua Chengcheng, and took her into his arms.

"Painting, how are you?" Cang Wunian patted the painting on the cheek and called anxiously.

Painting Allure had just fallen into a short-term state of unconsciousness, and was relieved from the heartache and sadness by Cang Wunian's scream, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the liquid like molten iron coming out of the ground in the distance, and he was immediately stunned, and muttered: "Brother Wunian, what's going on?"

"It's magma. In our current situation, if we fall into it, we will have to shed a few layers of skin if we don't die. Cang Wunian's face was very solemn, and after thinking about it, he said, "While the Soul Burning Spell has not expired, I have to fly over with you in one go." I just don't know if we can pass through that prohibition, if not, we can't ......"

At this time, the voice of the red smiling and delicate voice floated in the void: "Your Majesty, I forgot to remind you that this is not ordinary magma, unless your godhead has returned, you don't want to fly above it." ”

"What do you mean?"

Of course, that's what that meant to be. You can't fly over, so you naturally have to wade through it step by step. Tsk, I really feel sorry for you!ahaha......" Akasha laughed, his voice getting smaller and smaller, as if it had faded away.

"Brother Wunian, what should I do?" said Hua Chengcheng anxiously.

Cang Wunian closed his eyes, and exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, the burning pain of the Seven Spirits became more and more intense, and he couldn't go on, otherwise he would become a living dead even if he didn't die.

There was already a sea of crimson in front of them, and the surging magma was slowly spreading towards them, and it hurt to the bones just by looking at it, let alone wading through it.

But having come this far, if you don't break out hard, do you really have to wait here for death?

Soon, Cang Wunian had already made a decision, he leaned down and kissed Hua Chengcheng's forehead gently, "Hua'er, in the future, you will probably have to face it alone." It's unbearable, but ...... I may have to accompany you here. ”

After that, there was a "boom" sound in his body, like a fire suddenly becoming louder, and the purple light around him suddenly became a little thicker than before. The rich purple rays formed an indestructible shroud of light, tightly enveloping the bodies of the two from head to toe.

"You ......" Hua Chengcheng had lost the ability to think, staring at the man in front of him with purple light lingering all over his body and purple light surging in his eyes.

A terrible thought arose in his heart: Could it be that Cang Wunian had reserved the Soul Burning Spell that he had just used when he was fighting those people? If Fang Cai really had reservations, then where should such a powerful power come from at this moment? Could it be that he even burned his soul together?

Cang Wunian didn't speak, and the expression on his face began to become cold and wooden little by little.

He flew to the side of the magma with the painting allure in his arms, and as soon as he got closer, his body was immediately suppressed by a powerful force, and he fell back to the ground alive. Sure enough, as Akasha had said, he couldn't fly over the lava.

But now nothing could stop him from moving forward, and he had already been prepared for it before he stepped into the magma without even blinking an eye.

With a "snort", purple smoke rose as soon as the magma touched his mana shield, and Hua Chengcheng, who was in the light mask, immediately felt an unbearable heat burning, and the wound on her foot burned by the blazing sand in the desert also hurt at the same time.

A wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of Cang Wunian's mouth, but as if he was unconscious, he walked slowly but firmly like a walking corpse holding the painting.

Halfway through, Hua Chengcheng could no longer withstand the high temperature and pain, and passed out in Cang Wunian's arms. And the mana mask around the two of them is also thinning little by little.

The hems, legs, shoes and socks of Cang Wunian's clothes and trousers that had been submerged in the magma had all melted, and the positions below the knees were all scorching and festering due to the heat, even if the Soul Burning Spell was triggered, it could not stop such endless damage. The bright red on the front of his dress had turned dark red, all stained with the blood that was constantly spilling from his mouth.

Step by step, heavy, slow, firm, but it seems that there is no original intention and no result.

At the moment when the purple light of his protective body completely disappeared, his feet finally left the range of magma.

The ban was so close that he could clearly see the people waiting anxiously outside, as if he could reach out and touch them.

But he no longer had the strength to move forward, even if only by an inch.

His knees went limp, and he finally knelt on the ground, and the purple light in his eyes flickered like a candle in the wind, and then went out......