Seeing that the black warrior released by Wu Jun was getting closer and closer, Ben Qian's palm clasped Chongmenpei.

Sometimes warm, sometimes cold, Chongmenpei's recipe flashed in her mind, and she began to chant, and Chongmenpei became more and more excited.

She felt a desolate, quaint, palpitating aura emanating from the heavy door, which became more and more real as she chanted the mantra.

In front of her, a tall black gate began to appear, and those black warriors had rushed forward bravely with swords, guns, swords, and halberds, and when they saw this gate, as if they had seen something terrifying, they suddenly stopped their bodies, knelt on the ground, their bodies trembled, and their mouths grunted, like a group of ghosts begging and wailing.

Ben Qian watched this scene in amazement, but the magic in her mouth did not stop.

Wu Jun's eyes widened, it was the first time he had seen his supernatural powers, and he was directly restrained by such an inexplicable way.

Just as Ben Qian was about to finish reciting the formula, there was a bang, and she heard a voice in the divine court in her mind, like crying and laughing, and then heard a door open, creaking and squeaking, and then a footstep sounded, echoing in her divine court, every step made her divine soul vibrate, causing a brief dizziness.

At this moment, Ben Qian saw a black figure without aura protection flickering next to her, and instantly came to her and Yifeng, she quickly stopped chanting the mantra, and a sigh sounded in her mind, and with a bang, it seemed that a door was closed.

Ben Qian was shocked, is this a failure?

But she didn't have time to think about it, she held the Linghong Sword in one hand to protect Yifeng, and attacked the black figure with an immeasurable palm in the other.

But her fierce palm missed, and the black sound shadow had already hit Yifeng's side.

Ben Qian looked at it, it was a Taoist priest who was drenched. He approached Ichifu, his eyes strangely looking at the thick black vortex above Ichifu's chest, and the demons above him who were holding their arms and staring coldly.

Suddenly, his eyes changed, as if there was something extremely attractive to him in the whirlpool, and the demon's gaze also withdrew from the battlefield on the other side, and turned his head to look at the Taoist priest beside him.

When Ben Qian immediately wanted to repel the Taoist priest with his immeasurable palm, he saw him stretch out his hand towards the black vortex like a lost soul, and the demon let out a piercing laugh at this moment.

In an instant, the Taoist priest's hand touched the vortex.

"Ahh

A wail came out of his mouth, full of excruciating pain, his eyes suddenly became clear, and he wanted to pull his hand out of the whirlpool, he arched himself, and pulled it out with all his might, but found that it was useless.

In the blink of an eye, a trace of black qi appeared on the Taoist priest's wrist, and the black qi wrapped around his wrist, and his hand immediately became bloodless, and in an instant, only skin and bones remained!

He let out a sharp wail again.

But the black qi did not stop, wrapping his arm around his wrist and crawling towards his head, the Taoist priest's face was distorted, extremely painful, his widening eyes were bloodshot and swollen, and his eyeballs seemed to be about to pop out.

He kept wailing "ahhhhhh

Of course, this Taoist priest is Wu Daochang, just now I saw that the battle between the fire monkey and the people of Taiqingmen was not at the same level as him, he couldn't intervene, and the ghost made a god sneak in from the side to the side next to Yifeng.

But he suddenly noticed that a black vortex had formed on Ichifeng's chest, and a demon had grown out of it, a very strange sight, and his curiosity drove him to hurry closer.

However, when the demon turned his head to look at him, he felt a kind of fear, but it was too late, he was already controlled, and his hands inexplicably reached into the black vortex without obeying the call.

The moment he stretched in, his mind slammed, and the essence and blood of his whole body immediately boiled, and the true qi of his whole body scurried in the meridians, and his body was in pain as if it had been torn apart inch by inch.

By the time he came to his senses, his face was already covered with black gas.

This thick black qi that exuded a strange disgusting aura penetrated through his seven orifices, and his divine soul was wrapped in black qi in an instant, and it was withdrawn from his head.

His soul watched as his flesh continued to lose its color and become shriveled under the erosion of the black qi.

Until this moment, he didn't believe that he was going to die, and his soul suddenly shuddered, and a sense of sadness filled his mind.

This time, he came down from the Nine Dragons View Inorganic Mountain, with the belief that he would inevitably take back the Fire Dragon Ball.

The Fire Dragon Ball is not only the spiritual treasure of heaven and earth refined by the originator of the Nine Dragons Temple, but also the treasure of the Nine Dragons Temple, and also his master, an old Taoist priest who seems crazy to others, but his heart and mind have become the beloved thing of the crazy demon, and it is the alchemy glory that he wants to replicate all his life.

When he descended the mountain this time, his master was already full of gray hair, his eyes were dull, and only the words "Fire Dragon Ball" were still muttered in his mouth.

He knew that Shizun was originally an alchemy genius in the Dao Sect Cultivation Realm, but after experiencing countless failures, he could no longer replicate the success of the Fire Dragon Ball, so he became delirious, and he was afraid that his life would not be long before he was now.

He looked at Shizun with a sour heart, and said to him with tears in his eyes, he would definitely do whatever it took to bring the Fire Dragon Ball back and put it in front of him.

For this reason, he knew that he was already a realm away from the fire monkey, and in that face-to-face fight with him, he had almost no power to fight back, and in the prison of the Shenwei Army, he decided to tell Taiqingmen this secret.

He was just a small fish in a remote pond in the cultivation realm, and compared to these people in the cultivation world, there was no way to defeat them at all, he had no way.

He knew that the Taiqing Sect had also been looking for the Fire Dragon Ball for hundreds of years, and this thing was a treasure that all alchemists in the world wanted to get.

So he agreed with Taiqingmen that once the Fire Dragon Ball was in hand, he would first let him bring it back to the Nine Dragons Temple for his master to see, and then return it to Taiqingmen immediately.

This is a helpless move, he can't let the master die blindly, his soul is uneasy, and he can't go over.

But now, he's somehow going to die here.

His soul had detached from his body, and he watched as his flesh was consumed by the black vortex, turning from the color of blood to shriveling.

In the next moment, his skin and flesh were gone, his robe was all powdered, his body turned into an empty white bone, and there was still a trace of nostalgia and unwillingness in his empty eyes.

Why!

Why is human life so impermanent, when he was a living person just now, but the next moment he turned into dry bones!

But before his wish was fulfilled, he was going to die unprepared and undignified!

His unwillingness and resentment made his soul turn from cyan to red, and his white bones were also eroded by black gas, and he disappeared in an instant, and there was one less person in the world, silently, and no one cared.

But his resentment fermented, and his soul became hot.

Black gas enveloped his soul, and the demon sneered under his breath. A puff of black gas pulled his fiery crimson soul in front of the demon, and he opened his big black mouth and swallowed it······

All this happened so fast that Ben Qian couldn't react, she only saw that the Taoist priest was haunted by black qi, and in the blink of an eye, he became a dry bone, and then a fiery red ball of light floated and was devoured by the demon.

After the demon devoured the crimson light cluster, the crimson light in his eyes became brighter, and he roared excitedly, and plunged into the black vortex.

The black vortex was suddenly dyed red, slowly spinning, and in Ben Qian's shocked gaze, it quickly rotated, and drilled into Yifeng's body.

Yifeng's body also began to change, the blue-black of his face, hands and feet instantly turned red, the black-red flames on his body burned more vigorously, and his eyes spit out red light!

Ben Qian stared at Yifeng dumbfounded, his hands twisted and clutched at the ground fiercely, as if he was suffering unspeakable pain.

On the ground of the broken temple, he grabbed two holes in the blue-gray stone slabs, and the slate actually emitted green smoke!

Then she saw a wind slowly flip her arms and sit up with her body propped up! But at this moment, she didn't know whether to be sad or happy.

He writhed his head stiffly, his eyes bright and blazing with a crimson glow. He slowly stood up, his whole body turning red. He clenched his hands into fists and stared at Ben Qian.

Even if it was a crimson light, Ben Qian only felt a chilling coldness from his eyes.

"A wind!"

Ben Qian choked and shouted, "Yifeng, wake up!"

Yifeng raised his crimson fist, and his emotionless eyes were coldly aimed at Ben Qian.

"A wind!"

Ben Qian didn't dare to touch him, just stared, stepped back involuntarily, and shouted Yifeng's name loudly in pain over and over again, hoping to wake him up.

A moment later, she hissed her throat from exerting too much force, coughed violently and bent over, spitting out a mouthful of blood, spraying on the Linghong Sword in her hand, which emitted a purple-red light and buzzed, and was grabbed tightly by her hand.

She straightened up and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"A wind. ”

She looked at him with a gentle smile, tears in her eyes, she noticed the rich murderous aura on Yifeng's fist, and also saw that Yifeng had fallen into madness, if this continued, Yifeng would fall into it, unable to extricate himself, and his cultivation would probably be abandoned.

He must be in pain too, right?

Now, in the face of Ichikaze's fist, she wasn't ready to dodge - if she could wake him up and let him escape the nightmare, she would die.

A red-red fist with hot wind and terrifying power slammed down on her face.

Ben Qian closed her eyes, and the tears in the corners of her eyes were hot and cold.

She remembered the first time she met him, when she was beaten three times and vomited blood and fell to the ground.

It's time to go back, Ichifu.

It's like the kiss of death you gave me in the secret realm, in my fantasy realm.

It's okay, Yifeng, dying in your hands is already very happy.

only heard a "bang" explosion, and Ben Qian felt a wave of supernatural power vibrate, blowing up her clothes······