"Hmph, a bunch of ignorant humans!" the Nebula Toad said disdainfully as he glanced at the monk on the Great Flame Peak, then twisted his fat body and stood in mid-air.

Woo!

A big mouth opened to the maximum, and the round belly suddenly retracted, and when he sucked hard, the poisonous mist in the sky seemed to have found an excretion mouth, and it frantically converged towards the big mouth, so fast that it made a whining wind.

With the nebula toad's mouth as the center, a whirlpool suddenly formed in the sky, and poisonous mist rushed towards it one after another.

Not only did the poisonous mist no longer attack towards the Great Yan Peak, but the poisonous mist on the top of the Great Yan Peak was still heading towards it, and the nebula toad was converging. Completely solve the worries about the lives of the disciples in the door.

The disciples in the door relieved their worries about their lives, and Han Ming was relieved, they entrusted their lives to their own hands, so they had to be worthy of this entrustment!

Huo Feng and the others also breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew the tattered defensive barrier in mid-air, and began to treat the poisoned disciples.

In another battlefield, Yan Qingfang, who was desperately fighting, saw that the crisis was resolved, and his heart was also anxious.

"Is this a word-devouring word?" The poisonous old man saw the nebula toad that was sucking in the air, his eyes immediately widened, and he said in surprise, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and the output of the poisonous mist on his hand increased, wanting to burst the word-devouring.

Han Ming heard the exclamation of the poisonous elder, there was no trace of joy in his heart, but there were bursts of bitterness, if the devouring word failed to turn six times, then he would never have the same strength, and the promotion benefited from the residual origin of the town character.

After a while, the poisonous elder's originally pale face became bloodless, like a dried corpse that had been sucked dry blood. But the treasure bottle above his head was still releasing a poisonous mist, and it did not decrease in the slightest.

"It's not a five-turn devouring word!It's a six-turn!" After a while, the poisonous old man saw that the Nebula toad still didn't show any signs of being full, although the devouring word was nothing, but the energy that could be devoured in each turn was limited, and it couldn't be devoured endlessly.

Although there is a limit to devouring words, the more difficult it is to touch this limit, with the strength of his own half-saint, the energy released can only support the five transformations of devouring words. The devouring word has reached the sixth turn, and its limit is not a war saint, and it cannot be guessed.

The dense fog that he had just released could already reach the peak of the Five Turns Devouring Word, and if he absorbed it, it would only burst.

But the Nebula Toad in mid-air still looked radiant at this time, and there was no performance at all, which made the poisonous old man can't help but guess.

"When did I say that he is a five-turn devouring character?" After Han Ming heard the words of the poisonous elder, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he stared at the poisonous elder playfully and said.

"Burning World Red Dragon Flame!"

Without waiting for the poisonous old man to answer, he burst into a shout at the huge fire dragon hovering in mid-air, and with a wave of his big hand, the huge fire dragon galloped towards the poisonous old man.

The poisonous elder saw that the poison he relied on to become famous was restrained by Han Ming, and he couldn't support the six transformations of the devouring word, and the Burning World Red Dragon Flame was rushing in his face, and he was powerless to parry.

The poisonous old man's face was frightened, his heart was full of fear, and his figure flashed, and the whole person flew into the poison holy bottle above his head.

Clang!

The Burning World Red Dragon Flame slammed into the poison holy bottle fiercely, only making a crisp sound, and other than that, it didn't cause any traces, not even a white mark was left on the bottle.

Han Ming was very shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that this unsightly bottle would have such a strong defense. With a wave of his big hand, he wanted to let the Burning World Red Dragon Flame take it down, suppress it, and leave it for the master to dispose of when he returns.

Just when the Burning World Red Dragon Flame wanted to swallow it in one gulp, the Poison Holy Bottle, the light flashed, and the entire bottle disappeared in place, leaving only a little starlight.

Seeing the poisonous old man fleeing, Han Ming felt a little regretful, after a big battle, he didn't expect to be escaped by him in the end.

"Uncle Junior!"

"Little Uncle Ancestor!"

Seeing that the poisonous old man fled in embarrassment under Han Ming's attack, the outcome was decided. Zhang Yunshang was captured, the poisonous old man was beaten away, and only one Wang Jianyi was left, and it was difficult to scream alone.

The monks on the Great Yan Peak all showed bright smiles on their faces, and they all shouted in unison, including these, the elders who had prided themselves on their identities before, also put down their bodies at this time, and respectfully shouted Little Uncle!

Fang Wuyi, who was dredging the toxins in his body, heard the violent cheers at this time, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Haha, Wang Jianyi, today I'm going to let you see the fate of bullying my Canghuo Gate!" Yan Qingmad saw the poisonous old man fleeing in embarrassment, and immediately let out an arrogant laugh, and began to urge frantically, the flame overlord above his head, and the flame giant hammer in his hand, directly blocked Wang Jianyi's retreat.

Wang Jianyi retreated at this time, and as soon as the poisonous old man retreated, with the strength of his demi-saint, he couldn't resist the joint attack of the two demi-saints.

But now Yan Qingmad is such a lifeless play, and he doesn't give himself a chance to escape at all. Wang Jianyi was in a hurry, he knew that today's events would have a heavy impact on Canghuomen, and with the fiery temper of the old madman in Canghuomen, he didn't want to split himself.

"Brother Yan, today's incident is that I was reckless, I am willing to want you to apologize and apologize to Canghuomen. Wang Jian stopped his figure and said respectfully to Yan Qingyi.

"Hmph, Lao Tzu doesn't accept it!" Yan Qing snorted wildly, and directly burst into a shout, and the Flame Overlord above his head once again raised the giant hammer in his hand and smashed it towards Wang Jian.

"It's too much to deceive people, it's really hard for me Wang Jian to pinch it together, and I really don't want anyone to have good fruit to eat!" Seeing that it was useless to apologize, Wang Jian didn't apologize anymore, his eyebrows stood up, he held the sword of returning to the sect in his hand, and smashed it directly towards Yan Qing.

"Senior brother, I'm here to help you. Han Ming shouted at Yan lightly, and with a wave of his big hand, the Burning World Red Dragon Yan hovering in mid-air roared towards Wang Jianyi.

Rumble!

The three attacks collided violently, making an earth-shattering sound, and the space was blown up, and a large black hole appeared, and it took a long time to recover.

The monks on the Great Yan Peak, after hearing this loud noise, all turned pale and had some difficulty breathing.

A figure shot out directly and smashed into the ground.

There is no doubt that this figure is the half-saint of the Wang family, Wang Jianyi.

Rumble!

There was another muffled sound, and Wang Jian fell heavily on the top of a mountain, kicking up a puff of dust, and the sword of the Returning Sect in his hand was already covered with cracks, and it could be broken at any time.

"Little junior brother, you said he wouldn't die, right?" The corners of Yan Qingfang's mouth flickered, a bright smile appeared on his face, and he asked Han Ming beside him.