487, Vermilion Bird Divine Power

"Aura Explosion Body" Looking at this scene, Qin Xi said in a low voice.

Although it is not a real aura explosion, the principle is the same.

The Vermilion Bird Bow is a psychic magic weapon, which is born with a spirit xìng, and if you want to pick it up, you must get its approval. And on the bow of the Vermilion Bird, there is a strong breath of the Vermilion Bird, and if you want to tame it, you must first bear such divine power. So much Vermilion Bird's breath poured into Ling Yunhe's body alone, if he couldn't bear it, the result would be the same as an aura explosion.

Yuan Mu Zhenren rushed up, the iron-faced Zhenren also followed, and Mo Tiange and the three of them watched nervously.

Can Ling Yunhe withstand such power? Did he tame the Suzaku Bow, or was he torn apart by the Suzaku Breath above? It stands to reason that he is a monk who is a knotted monk, and his body can't withstand such power, but he cultivates the ice and fire technique specially prepared for the bow of the Vermilion Bird by this ancient great faction of the Cold Ice Palace, who knows if there is anything special about this exercise, which can dissolve the power of the Vermilion Bird's Breath.

With the influx of Vermilion Bird's Breath, the ice mist around Lingyun Crane became lighter and lighter, and it was gradually engulfed by the flames. And the expression on his face became more and more painful, and his whole body slowly turned red, as if it had become a red-hot soldering iron, and even the flow of spiritual breath in the meridians could be seen clearly.

Seeing that Ling Yunhe's meridians were expanding and almost reaching the limit, and the divine power on the Vermilion Bird's Bow was still pouring in, Yuan Mu Zhenren gritted his teeth and slapped his palm on the back of Ling Yunhe's heart.

If things are allowed to develop, it is estimated that Ling Yunhe will not be able to escape the end of exploding and dying, and since the breath of the Vermilion Bird has begun to pour in, it cannot be stopped. Therefore, Yuan Mu Zhenren thought of such a way to let the extra Vermilion Bird Breath in Ling Yunhe's body go out through another exit. This exit is himself.

With Yuan Mu Zhenren to share, Ling Yunhe's pain was slightly reduced, but even Yuan Mu Zhenren was not easy to face the breath of the Vermilion Bird.

A psychic magic weapon like the Vermilion Bird's Bow was only able to be controlled by high-level monks in ancient times, and the high-level in ancient times was not today's Yuan Infant Period, but the Combined Period and even the Mahayana Period Compared with the monks of the Combined Mahayana, the Yuan Infant Period is just a junior who is not worth mentioning, how can he withstand the power of the Vermilion Bird's Breath? If it weren't for the buffer of Ling Yunhe in the middle, he would go directly to get it himself, and the result would be no different from Jing Xingzhi and Qin Xi.

Gradually, Yuan Mu Zhenren's face turned red, and his meridians and dantian couldn't withstand such a strong Vermilion Bird divine power.

Seeing this, the iron-masked real man also stepped forward.

"Senior brother," Yuan Mu Zhenren gritted his teeth, "save strength"

The eyes of the iron-faced real person under the Xuantie mask flashed, paused, and the next moment, suddenly grabbed Mo Tiange

With a sharp roar, the Sanyang True Fire Sword shot out, Qin Xi blocked in front of her, and shouted, "What do you want to do?" ”

The iron-masked real man reacted extremely quickly, missed a blow, the light flashed in his hand, and a long black whip appeared in his hand, he shook his hand, and rolled towards Mo Tiange again.

Qin Xi was annoyed when he saw this, Yuan Mu Zhenren made a demonic oath just now, so they believed it, but they didn't expect that the iron-masked real person who had been silent like a shadow would suddenly burst out and hurt people

With only the iron-faced real person, he and Jing Xingzhi joined forces, but he was not afraid. But after all, the iron-faced real man is an old monster who has lived for nearly two thousand years, with rich experience in fighting methods and old and spicy methods.

Qin Xi had no choice but to change the sword formation of the Sanyang True Fire Sword into a giant sword, slashing at the iron-faced real person, blocking the castration of the long whip.

Fortunately, Jing Xingzhi's flying sword also arrived, and he was not slow to react, but he was a little far away.

Seeing that the offensive was defused by Qin Xi, and there was Jing Xingzhi's flying sword behind, under the front and back attacks, the iron-faced real man did not move, but he just shook his sleeves, and his aura was released, and a huge shield suddenly appeared behind him, protecting himself.

Then, he stubbornly carried the attack of Jing Xingzhi's flying sword, and still shot at Mo Tiange unrelentingly.

Qin Xi didn't understand what he was trying to do, but the other party's behavior had already annoyed him

Unleashed the sword to turn invisible, the golden sword qi was surrounded by the Sanyang True Fire, and then one turned into two, and the second turned into four, instantly conjuring up hundreds of sword qi and stabbing towards the iron-faced real person.

This time, the iron-masked real man finally couldn't carry it hard. Although his cultivation is high and he has rich experience, he is not considered to be the top in strength among the monks of the Yuan Dynasty, and he can't hold on hard under Jing Xingzhi's attack, and he can't last too long, after all, the attack power of sword cultivation is not comparable to that of ordinary monks.

In the face of Qin Xi's attack, he chose to retreat.

But in the next moment, after avoiding the sword blade, a strong momentum suddenly exploded on the iron-masked real person's body, but it was a late-stage Yuan Infant cultivator who retreated, even if he was not proficient in fighting and did not hesitate to fight with spiritual power, it was also terrifying.

The iron-faced real man flicked his long whip and swept towards Mo Tiange with the sound of the whistling wind, Qin Xigang was shocked by his momentum, and in a hurry, he only had time to command the sword qi to hurriedly block it-

With a "snort", the sword qi and the long whip were entangled together, and the aura was entangled with each other, and they fell into a stalemate for a while.

The iron-masked real man seemed to be a little anxious, ignoring the fact that Jing Xingzhi was just behind him, and burst into momentum again.

Seeing that he didn't care about it, Qin Xi's aura moved violently, for fear of hurting Mo Tiange, he hurriedly pushed her and greeted her.

"Boom" This was a frontal aura collision, and the violent aura bō moved, even lifting Mo Tiange to the side, but Ling Yunhe and Yuan Mu Zhenren in front of the table not far away were not affected at all because of the breath of the Vermilion Bird.

Such an aura collision, although Qin Xi would not be unable to bear it, he had to avoid the edge for the time being.

The iron-faced real man flicked his sleeves, and the small pebbles that he had used in the battle were thrown out again, turned into boulders, and pressed down on him.

Qin Xi's arm stretched, and the Sanyang True Fire Sword turned into a sword and collided with the boulder. The next moment, his body flickered, and he used the technique of teleportation, and he was already in front of Ling Yunhe.

"Iron-masked Daoist" he shouted sternly, "If you still want to do it, then you will be killed as a junior."

Ling Yunhe was undergoing the test of Vermilion Bird's divine power, Yuan Muzhen's body was also full of Vermilion Bird's breath, both of them couldn't move, Qin Xi was standing beside them at this time, it could be said that the lives of the two of them were hanging in his hands.

The iron-masked man paused, his eyes flashing with remorse. Taking Ling Yunhe's life to threaten them, Jing Xingzhi had already done it before, but he hated that he was too anxious just now, and let Qin Xi seize the loophole.

Seeing the iron-masked real person stop, Qin Xi turned his head to look at Mo Tiange, and saw that her magic weapons were all out, far away, and he was relieved. At this distance, if the iron-masked real person still dares to make a move, whether it is him or Jing Xingzhi, they will have time to stop it.

"Iron-masked Daoist, what do you mean? Yuan Mu Daoyou has made a demon oath, you alone want to kill us? ”

The iron-masked man's eyes moved, but he didn't speak.

"Qin Shoujing, what are you doing politely with him?" Jing Xingzhi held the flying sword in his hand, and as he stepped forward, he said coldly, "No matter what he wants to do, since he has done it, why don't we take the opportunity to kill him?" We can't beat the two queen monks, are we still afraid of one? ”

Jing Xingzhi is a typical sword cultivator, the most able to seize the opportunity, one hit will kill, at the moment Yuan Mu real people can't move, only the iron mask real people are left, the two of them work together, and the chance of killing is very great. At that time, even if Yuan Mu Zhenren escaped, there was nothing they could do about them, and they didn't have to compromise everywhere for the sake of their lives

But Qin Xi is not as ruthless as him, he has clearly said it before, and they didn't take advantage of the danger of others, why did the iron-faced real man break out and hurt people? And the target is pointing at Mo Tiange everywhere, it's too strange.

The iron-masked real man half-turned around, and a low and hoarse voice sounded: "Hmph, it's not so easy to kill the old man" He has been trapped in the Yuan Infant Period for so many years, how can he not have one or two secret techniques to save his life? Besides, can you kill his ròu body, can you kill his yuan baby? Even if he was besieged by two monks of the same late stage, Yuan Ying was not so easy to kill. It's just that his life is approaching, even if Yuan Ying escapes, there is no point.

Thinking of this, a pair of eyes that only appeared under the black iron mask darkened, and he looked at Yuan Mu Zhenren and Ling Yunhe with regret.

After living for nearly two thousand years, his longevity has come to an end, and the remaining hundred years of time are not enough for him to cultivate to the later stage of consummation, even if he gets the opportunity to transform into a god, he has no chance to advance to the level of transformation into a god. This time he returned to the sea of ruins, he was just exerting his residual heat and doing something for the sect at the end, even if he died here, it was worth it.

However, the current situation made him feel hopeless.

This fellow disciple Yuan Mu is much younger than him, he was already a Yuanying monk back then, this junior brother can be a beginner, but in a few hundred years, he has become a great monk of the Yuan Dynasty who is comparable to himself. With nearly a thousand years of longevity left, this talented junior disciple is very likely to advance to the rank of god, plus this kid who cultivates the Ice and Fire Technique, go down to the underground palace to get the Vermilion Bird Bow......

This is the purpose of their trip, Senior Brother Yuan Mu got the opportunity to transform into a god, and the Ling family kid took the bow of the Vermilion Bird. Sadly, at the moment, it seems that it is very difficult to achieve. If they can't dissolve the breath of the Vermilion Bird, the two of them may fall here together, and what the gods and the bow of the Suzaku will all come to naught.

He sighed, not for his own meaningless sacrifice, but for the foundation of the Jiuyan Sect......

But what happened next made him stunned: "This is ......"

"Senior brother," Mo Tiange also shouted.

Qin Xi was slightly stunned, suddenly felt abnormal, lowered his head, and opened his eyes wide in surprise.

In order to threaten the iron-masked real man, he stood extremely close to Ling Yunhe. At this time, the breath of the Vermilion Bird on Ling Yunhe and Yuan Mu Zhenren was overflowing, and their meridians and dantian could no longer accommodate it. There was no exit, and the Suzaku Breath that was blocked on Ling Yunhe and Yuan Mu Zhenren actually diffused out, turned into flames, and wrapped around his body.

Sharp pain, it was his first feeling. It's not that he hasn't been injured, in the more than 100 years he has been in the Dan period, he has suffered countless injuries, large and small, and several of them have caused his cultivation to plummet and almost died, but none of them will make him feel the sharp pain of this kind of soul being burned

This is the power of Suzaku's breath, Suzaku divine power.

He suddenly understood what the iron-masked real man had just done, he wanted to catch Mo Tiange and let Ling Yunhe pass the rest of the Vermilion Bird's Breath to her, and use her as an outlet Unfortunately, he failed with one blow.

But unintentionally, I made such an exit.

What to do? He tried to break free, but the Suzaku Breath was firmly entangled in him, unable to move for half a minute. Feeling that the meridians were quickly occupied by the heat, and then poured into the dantian, he couldn't do anything about it.

Hearing the familiar shout, he looked at Mo Tiange and saw her rushing over, but he couldn't even lift his hand, he only had time to look at Jing Xingzhi.

Stop her......

He said silently.