"The two patriarchs are really a good means, do they want to kill me so much?" After the blow, Yan Sanjun retreated at full speed, not daring to make the slightest entanglement. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hmph, if you take something you shouldn't take, you'll die." Liang You then followed, pursuing with all his might.

"Shameless people, going back on their word, daring to hurt my people, do you really think that my Yan family has no one else?" In the rear, Yan Tianming decisively greeted him and scolded loudly.

"Thunder, wind!" Seeing that he was about to be overtaken, Yan Sanjun was forced to have no choice but to use his soul skills.

It's just that this move seems to be a little unsightly in front of the powerhouses of the Corpse Dog Spirit Realm. At least in terms of speed in a single round, there is no advantage.

Feng Yuelun chased after him, getting closer and closer to Yan Sanjun, only less than a zhang away. This distance is just within his attack range. He raised his hand and said with a fierce look: "Hehe, boy, I see you can still block me a few times." ”

After that, he struck out with a palm, and the surging soul power rushed outward, and before he was ready, he already felt a sense of oppression.

Yan Sanjun didn't dare to underestimate it, and hurriedly waved the mourning stick in his hand and tried his best to meet it.

"Bang!"

The two forces collided, Feng Yuelun's body only stagnated slightly, and after he stabilized himself, he let out a cruel laugh and attacked again.

Looking at Yan Sanjun again, he had been shocked and flew away, his body was in mid-air, he spit out a large mouthful of essence blood, and his face instantly turned pale. As for the mourning stick in his hand, it let out bursts of wails, and there was not enough soul power to support it, even if it was a spiritual weapon, it couldn't exert its full strength.

After one fierce battle after another, Yan Sanjun's soul power consumption was too great, and his body was already a little unable to hold on. At this moment, it is a time of crisis.

The others were in mid-air, and they didn't think about it, so they waved their hands and threw out a piece of yellow paper.

"Haste as the law!"

With a strange spell, the yellow paper instantly burned and turned into a flame. The flames were like a lotus flower, scattered into nine petals, blocking Feng Yuelun's attack.

The incident happened suddenly, and Feng Yuelun had never seen this kind of paper talisman, so he thought that Yan Sanjun was playing tricks and wanted to distract him, so he touched it lightly with his hand. However, with just one touch, his fingers were immediately scorched.

"Huh? It's really hot! Feng Yuelun screamed in horror.

After being burned by one flame, the remaining eight flames, as if they had found an outlet, suddenly floated towards him at the same time. Where the flames passed, there was a sizzling sound, which seemed out of place in this world.

Feng Yuelun was so frightened that he didn't have time to react, and he was about to burn himself, but at this moment, he was pulled to the side by Liang You, who came from behind.

I thought that I could dodge it in this way, but what I didn't expect was that those flames were like eyes with them, and they came one after another.

"Huh? What the hell, Brother Feng, withdraw quickly! Liang You shouted, and he retreated first. Feng Yuelun had already woken up, didn't say a word, endured the burning pain from his fingertips, and then retreated backwards.

Taking advantage of this gap, Yan Sanjun finally stabilized his figure, holding the mourning stick in one hand and covering his chest with the other, gasping slightly.

The talisman just now was the soul suppression talisman that Yan Sanjun had prepared in advance. To be more precise, it was prepared for him by Uncle Nine. Otherwise, it would not have been possible.

However, Old Man Yan Su had repeatedly warned him not to use the Soul Suppression Talisman in front of people easily, but in the situation just now, if he didn't use it, I am afraid that his life would really be lost.

At this time, Yan Tianming also rushed to his side and said with concern: "Little third son, how are you?" It doesn't matter, come, this is the elixir purchased from the Medicine King Pavilion, hurry up and take it, and meditate on pranayama. I'll take care of the rest. ”

As he spoke, Yan Tianming took out a pill and handed it to Yan Sanjun with great importance.

This pill was exchanged for a whole piece of high-quality ghost vein stone, and it was a unique healing elixir of the Medicine King Pavilion, and while healing, it could also instantly recover half of its soul power.

The yield of high-quality ghost vein stones is very low, if you are lucky, you can collect two or three pieces a year, and if you are unlucky, you will not have one. Therefore, it is conceivable how precious the elixir in exchange for it is.

Yan Tianming was able to hand over such a valuable pill to Yan Sanjun without hesitation, which was enough to prove that he attached great importance to Yan Sanjun.

Yan Sanjun didn't speak, glanced at him gratefully, took the pill, and swallowed it directly. The pill melted in his mouth, and a clear stream walked all over his body, and the lost soul power was rapidly recovering.

"Although the taste is a little worse, the effect is still good!" Yan Sanjun commented in his heart.

The flames released by the Soul Suppression Talisman could only last for a few breaths, and once the time passed, it dissipated between heaven and earth on its own.

"Brother Feng, are your hands okay?" Liang You asked.

"It's okay for the time being, it's just a lot of pain. Unexpectedly, this kid actually has real fire hidden in his body. Feng Yuelun's face twitched with pain.

"Are you sure it's real fire?" Liang You still had a hint of suspicion and asked.

"Oh, this, it should be eight or nine without leaving ten, otherwise, how could there be such a domineering power." Feng Yuelun was also a little hesitant, after all, he had never seen the so-called true fire, he had just heard it mentioned.

In fact, the true fire they are talking about is the fire used by alchemists to make alchemists.

There are many types of flames, but in the underworld, they are classified into two types, one is true fire and the other is called pseudo-fire.

The so-called pseudo-fire is such as ghost fire, dark fire, etc., like fire but not fire. Only prepare its form, but not its nature.

As for the true fire, it is a real flame, born of nature, capable of burning all things and destroying all things.

However, the flame used by Yan Sanjun is no longer among these two flames, he is a kind of Dao fire, which originates from magic and can be born and destroyed according to the mind of the caster.

Of course, Feng Yuelun didn't know this, so he mistakenly thought that Yan Sanjun was using the true fire of the underworld.

"This little ghost has a lot of secrets hidden in his body! Now, I'm a little reluctant to kill him, capture him alive, yes, I must catch him alive, and dig out all the secrets on his body. Feng Yuelun suddenly had evil thoughts in his heart and changed his attention.

However, at this time, Yan Tianming suddenly stood in the middle, raised his arms and shouted: "All the sons of the Yan clan obey orders, if people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone, if people offend me, I will pay it back." Since someone wants to bite their teeth at us, let's knock out their teeth first. Let them remember that not all bones can be moved in this mustard city. Did you hear me clearly? ”

"Yes, I hear you." All the Yan clansmen replied loudly. They have been holding their breath for a long time, and they are looking for someone to vent!