Eight doors are on display!

Open the door, close the door, live the door, hurt the door, Du door, the view door, the death door, the shock door!

Zhang Hatshui didn't need to count, and he knew that there were a total of eight realms that were all visible and moving rapidly, and they were eight gates. Since he recognized that the eldest grandson Qingyun was using the lost Qimen technique, he naturally knew that the most basic of this Qimen was the Three Qimen Eight Gates.

He clenched the Ziyang Sword in his hand, without the slightest fear.

With a keen sense of consciousness, he could feel that at this moment, all the peace and tranquility, the fury and the danger were gathered opposite the eldest grandson Qingyun in an instant. And it just so happens that there, the eight doors are one, and the eight doors overlap, and they can't be distinguished.

When facing Shi Fu in the Holy Realm, the eldest grandson Qingyun used the method of combining life and death with the door of life, but Shi Fu brutally fought to survive with a sword. At this moment, he was inspired by the last battle, and directly collected the eight doors and merged them into one, which made the death door better hidden.

In the face of cultivators of the same level, such a strange technique is a nirvana!

The teacher can be broken, that is because the master himself has cultivated into a mortal realm, coupled with his rich experience and decisiveness.

Therefore, the eldest grandson Qingyun had no doubt that Zhang Hatshui in front of him was definitely dead or alive under this move. And the effect he wants is exactly like this, being in Yanhua, he knows that if he stays for a while, he will change a little more, and he is good at Qimen deduction, he naturally knows how to pursue advantages and avoid disadvantages, and choose the most beneficial measures for himself. What's more, Princess Allure did not die at his hands after all, which made him never be sure that he had achieved his goal, even if he knew that Princess Allure would die if she fell off the cliff, he had to confirm the body with his own eyes before he would give up.

Alone in the Yanhua Empire, he does not allow any accidents!

This is the Emperor of Jinsha, the cultivator and thinker who made people from several countries near Jinsha talk about it. His wisdom made the martial arts of the Jinsha Empire prosper rapidly, steadily suppressing the surrounding empires, and his courage and ferocity made the cultivators shudder.

The slight beep sound spread softly in the Qimen array.

It was the sound of Zhang Hatshui's blood boiling and his bones being burned.

Zhang Hatshui's whole body burned.

robes, eyebrows, long hair, skin, blood...... Every inch of his body burned violently, and all the essence and blood turned into wisps of flame. And he himself, in the midst of the golden raging fire, did not have half a look of pain, but was still a little intoxicated.

That's an intoxication with power......

Shout.

Taking advantage of the momentum like a rainbow, Zhang Hatshui did not drag his feet, his goal was also very clear, at the last moment of his life, he must seriously injure Changsun Qingyun, and dispell Changsun Qingyun's calculation of chasing the princess of Allure to the greatest extent. So, the purple sun sword was thrown out by him, turning into a purple lightning and heading straight for the illusory door shape between the two.

At the same time, Zhang Hatshui's sleeve robe waved back, and when the fire swelled, his whole person was like a purple yang sword, shooting straight towards the eight gates.

The eldest grandson Qingyun's expression was slightly restricted, and he muttered to himself: "I didn't expect him to reach the realm of human and sword unity at the end of his life......

Yes, at this time, Zhang Hatshui can no longer be called a person at all.

The raging flames were like a sharp sword with fire, piercing straight into the eight gates.

Tong!

A sound like a war drum sounded above the void on the bank of Mount Everest!

Immediately afterward, a mass of black, white, purple, crimson gold, and blood-red flames exploded in midair. The flames were wrapped in surging elemental power, and the flames expanded rapidly, as if the sun had fallen on mortal dust, and all those who were swept away by those flames, whether it was a giant rock that fell off Mount Everest, or a fallen cultivator who was panicking to use Yuan Force, would inevitably be burned into nothingness in an instant.

At the foot of Mount Everest, the people of the Tianshan Sect and the Qilian Sect had already hidden far away under the orders of their own sect masters when Panxiong shot the third arrow, so those huge mountain rocks that collapsed could not cause them the slightest damage. They were far away from Mount Everest, but that didn't mean they couldn't feel the power of the flames.

Rao is Panxiong and Lian Chenghong, two cultivators of the Void Realm, both looked at the air with a look of fear, not to mention these cultivators under the Void.

"This ...... Eldest grandson Qingyun, that old man won't be solved by Zhang Hatshui, right?"

Although Lian Chenghong's strength is lower than that of Panxiong, he is also a cultivator of the Void Realm, and under the perception of his divine sense, he can immediately distinguish that those extremely terrifying purple flames are undoubtedly the means of the Purple Yang Sword Saint Zhang Hatshui. He couldn't help but think that if the other party had made such a move when he was fighting with Zhang Hatshui before, he would probably have fallen into the Holy Realm, thinking of this, he couldn't help but be a little afraid.

For Lian Chenghong's doubts, Pan Xiong did not reply easily, in fact, he was not sure whether the eldest grandson Qingyun would be able to come out of the purple fire that destroyed the world, but he could be sure: "Purple Yang Sword Saint...... Fallen. ”

Although he was determined that even if he used all the strength of the whole sect, he would definitely not let this group of cultivators from Yanhua Shenjing leave the northwest of the empire alive, but when he was truly sure that the Ziyang Sword Saint who had been regarded by the Yanhua people as a believer and passed on by word of mouth for more than ten years had died since then, even some strange emotions surged in his heart.

Lian Chenghong was slightly stunned and asked in surprise: "You mean...... Zhang Hatshui blew himself up?"

Without Pan Xiong's answer, Lian Chenghong already knew the result.

The difference is that Zhang Hatshui didn't feel anything, he just said to himself with some self-deprecation and some sarcasm: "Heh, a generation of sword saints has fallen like this." Cultivators cultivate the Tao, pursue strength and pursue immortality, but this road is far more bumpy than most people think, even if they are gifted and famous, what can they do? When they die, there is nothing left......

In Lian Chenghong's eyes, the dead Ziyang Sword Saint was not even as good as a disciple of his own sect.

"The eldest grandson Qingyun is not dead. Pan Xiong said at this time.

Lian Chenghong followed Pan Xiong's gaze, only to see the center of the surging flames, and at this time a figure slowly walked out. The figure stepped on the rising flames, his left arm holding a boy who had passed out, his hair curled up as if it would burn at any moment, his robe was tattered, and there was still a small flame hanging from the sleeve of his right hand, but he didn't care. He rolled his eyes full of whites, and suddenly glared at Liancheng Hiroshi and Panxiong, who were a few miles away, and then waved his sleeve robe and left in the other direction.

"To ...... Are you going to kill him?"

Lian Chenghong finally asked, and even he felt that his voice trembled a little. He knew very well that the glare of Eldest Sun Qingyun just now was not a coincidence, but Eldest Sun Qingyun's warning to the two of them. Not to mention how difficult it was for Changsun Qingyun to be able to clearly locate the position of him and Panxiong from such a distance, just because Changsun Qingyun walked out of that sea of fire, he looked unscathed, just a little embarrassed, which had already made Lian Chenghong instinctively afraid.

What's more, he was really frightened by the last glance of the eldest grandson Qingyun.

Although Pan Xiong was much calmer than Lian Chenghong on his face, his gradually heavy breathing showed that he was not as calm as he seemed on the surface. Looking at the back of the eldest grandson Qingyun walking away, he took a deep breath and said, "Don't worry about him, just kill the people of the Yanhua Empire." ”