Rumble!

The flame beast bit and swung its claws, shattering the ice dragon's body. But he didn't expect that the ice dragon was not physical in the first place.

The scattered cold current suddenly covered the huge body of the beast, and once again turned into the shape of a dragon, like a python catching its prey, wrapping around it and struggling to strangle.

呲, 呲, 呲......

The collision of ice and fire suddenly echoed in the main hall with a low sound, like the boiling water of the burning fire, and the low wail of the ice extinguishing the flames.

The flame beast roared hard, slamming back and forth in the hall, trying to smash the ice dragon wrapped around its body and throw it off. The entire hall trembled violently, and even the hard red walls seemed to have been knocked out of the cracks.

However, the ice dragon seemed to be conscious, and when it hit it, it immediately turned into a liquid cold current, and when the alien beast left the wall, it materialized again, tightly entwining and strangling the alien beast's body.

It didn't take long for the flames on the beast's body to become dimmer and dimmer, and finally slowly extinguished. In the middle of running, his forelimbs suddenly went limp, and he fell to the ground, whimpering lowly.

Zhang Han grinned softly, raised his hand and took out an object from his arms, urging Zhenyuan, and the object turned into a red light and flew above the head of the alien beast.

"This ...... This is, Xuanhuo Jian! You are Zhang Han of Qingyunmen! ”

Although Xuanhuo Jian was wrapped in flames and couldn't really see it, the old man still recognized it at a glance, and he couldn't help but stare at his eyes with a ghostly expression.

On the other side, the flame beast felt the familiar warm breath above its head, and it slowly stood up and roared with its head up. Even if the language barrier, Zhang Han could feel the joy revealed in the roar.

"I've only found out my identity now, and you're too slow to react!" Zhang Han continued to urge Xuanhuo Jian and at the same time untied the ice dragon's restraints.

I saw that on the ancient flame pattern in the center of the Xuanhuo Jian, a red light burst out, shining on the body of the alien beast, and also shining on the fierce god above the alien beast.

Suddenly, everything calmed down.

The fierce gods and strange beasts turned into fiery red light like swallows returning to their nests, and were absorbed by Xuanhuojian. The entire hall suddenly darkened, and it seemed to be a little darker than when Zhang Han first came.

The biting cold ice diffused around, colliding and entanglement with the billowing heat wave spewing from the center of the main hall, and bursts of fog rose in the field, hot and cold, which was extremely uncomfortable.

The old man narrowed his eyes, feeling that his eyes were blurry, and he couldn't see it really, but the hatred in his eyes was surging, and he burst out like a fierce god and a ghost.

I saw him raise his hands, and a blazing white flame appeared in each of his palms, and under the urging of Zhenyuan, it combined into a fire dragon and rushed into the mist.

Although the firelight was bright, it could not penetrate the dense water mist, and to the naked eye, only a bright fire shadow was tumbling and surging in mid-air. Everywhere it passed, the mist was like a frightened critter, dispelled away by the rolling heat wave and evaporated.

"Dance of Ice, Eagle Strikes the Sky!"

Zhang Han suddenly leaned down, holding a crescent-shaped ring shaped like an ice dragon's giant tail in his left hand, and bombarded the ground. In an instant, the crimson rock floor burst into an astonishing chill, and hundreds of half-meter-thick ice picks quickly pierced out from the ground, walls, and even roofs.

The old man's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly flew into the air, raised his hand to recall the galloping fire dragon, and spun and fluttered around his feet. In a moment, all the ice picks that had been pierced from under his feet melted into mist.

The hot and cold mist seemed to be thicker, and the light dimmed a little.

"Two styles, ice strangulation!"

Zhang Han held the knife in his right hand and slashed out horizontally in front of him.

The surging spiritual pressure roared down like a river, and suddenly turned into an extremely cold air and invaded the ice picks. The dense ice picks were stimulated by the spiritual pressure, and immediately broke away from the ground and walls, like arrows off the string, shooting out sharply.

In the face of the overwhelming icicles from all directions, the old man did not dare to slack off in his heart, and hurriedly agitated the true yuan, and the fire around his body became even more violent and hot, forming a wall of flames to protect his whole body.

Boom, boom, boom......

Dense ice picks burst into the flames like pear blossoms in a rainstorm, forgetting to die. Every meter it advances, it is scorched and steamed by the blazing heat, and when the five-meter-long ice pick is completely submerged in the flames, it has turned into a liquid stream of water and falls weakly to the ground.

However, the icicles are densely packed, hundreds and thousands, and they are almost impossible to count. Like a warrior who is dying, wave after wave of stuffy heads plunge into the flames of the sea of fire.

Agni can evaporate three or five icicles, but in a short period of time, it cannot evaporate dozens or hundreds of icicles. No matter how much the old man pushes the true element to the extreme, he can't stop the temperature from dropping, let alone the ice picks that are getting closer and closer.

The flames that enveloped the body became smaller and smaller, and the temperature became colder and colder.

Suddenly, there were a few dull sounds, and the flames flickered a few times before they were completely extinguished. I saw that the old man was spurting blood from his mouth, and he was pierced through his body by four or five ice picks, all of which were holding on to death in one breath, and he was still standing straight.

"You...... No, not ...... Good death! ”

Looking at Zhang Han, who was holding the Ice Wheel Pill in his hand and getting closer and closer, the old man opened his mouth with difficulty, and after saying the last word tremblingly, he was completely silent.

The silent hall, only the strange stone of the final heart reflects the faint red light. The surrounding temperature slowly rises again under the erosion of the scorching air currents underground.

Poof!

Zhang Han waved his hand, unlocked the Ice Wheel Pill, and also pulled out the ice pick on the old man's body. The old man's body fell to the ground with a dull thud that echoed low through the hall.

"If the curse is useful, why do you need to cultivate? Let's all go and dance the gods! ”

Zhang Han sneered, raised his left hand, and the dark magic that poured into the main hall was captured by him. The walls and floor of the boulders, which swirled like gears, returned to their original places, as silent as they had come. Only the extra cracks in the wall seem to tell something.

The main hall was isolated by a mirror space, and although the battle was fierce, not a trace of breath leaked out. Not to mention the Incense Valley in the distance, even the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox, who was imprisoned on the third layer, couldn't detect the battle below.

Zhang Han flew up, took a few steps in the air, and entered the second layer through the round hole that had broken above his head.

Looking up, it was pitch black all around, and only a half-human-high stone pillar emitted a faint light, which attracted his attention.

The whole stone pillar was very different from the crimson rock below, and there was a slight coolness between the tentacles.

The stone pillars are constantly changing colors, sometimes reddish, sometimes purple, sometimes emerald green...... Colorful and beautiful! It looks like a common neon sign in a modern city, but the stone pillar in front of you is naturally formed, and it is surprising to see.

(End of chapter)