This is thousands of miles away from Dijing.

The crane under Zhang Tianxi's feet was several times faster than Zhang Zichen and the others.

Moreover, because Zhang Tianxi was worried about Zhang Zichen's safety, he also used the space jump charm several times in a row during the flight of the crane.

So the journey of thousands of miles, at the feet of Zhang Tianxi, is only a few minutes.

At this time, the square was already in shambles, and the glorious and proud buildings of the past had been shattered under the duel of Zhang Zichen and their respective forces.

There are fewer and fewer neon lights around, but the two lights of color and black can be clearly recognized.

Boom!

With the collision of Zhang Zichen and Wu Luo again, the light burst out.

It's just that Zhang Zichen was shocked, it turned out that his peachwood sword was destroyed by Wu Luo in this collision.

Seeing this, Wu Luo immediately stabbed out the sword without hesitation.

Now that Zhang Zichen has lost his peachwood sword and has no weapon in his hand, Wu Luo hopes to deal with Zhang Zichen as quickly as possible and then escape.

Otherwise, when Zhang Zichen's ancestor rushed over, I was afraid that Wu Luo would have to explain here today.

Shout!

The black sword stabbed towards Zhang Zichen's chest.

Zhang Zichen was startled, and immediately stepped back: "Fuxi Bagua Mirror!"

After summoning it in his mind, a simple bronze demon mirror immediately appeared, blocking Zhang Zichen's chest.

With a slight collision sound, Wu Luo's fatal sword was safely defused by Zhang Zichen.

And, in the following time, Wu Luo almost stabbed Zhang Zichen several times, but he was skillfully resisted by him with the Fuxi Bagua Mirror.

After a few minutes, Wu Luo began to get anxious.

Zhang Zichen couldn't be solved in a short time, but now that he wanted to escape, Zhang Zichen tried all his strength to entangle him.

How is this good?

Wu Luo was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and the sweat soaked through his black cloth.

At this moment, the thing that worried Wu Luo the most appeared.

In the distant sky, a cluster of light emitting a rainbow of light was rapidly approaching.

"Master!"

Feeling the changes in the power around him, as soon as Zhang Zichen raised his head, he saw the colorful light in the sky.

Suddenly, the light suddenly disappeared from the sky.

Where did it go?

Zhang Zichen and Wu Luo were stunned.

But in the next moment, Zhang Zichen clearly saw that behind Wu Luo, a type of space-time crack was forming.

After the space-time rift was formed, a white-clothed figure rushed out of this space-time rift.

Before Wu Luo could make a move, Zhang Tianxi, who had just come out of the crack in time and space, shook the white dust in his hand towards Wu Luo's back.

Boom!

Wu Luo was directly hit in the back by Zhang Tianxi, his black clothes burst, and the whole person was thrown straight ahead.

"Poof!" After Wu Luo's mixed clothes burst, he could see a deep blood mark on his back, the blood mark was deep to the bone, and the dark red blood flowed non-stop.

Due to Zhang Tianxi's great strength, Wu Luo was thrown out and slid on the ground for a distance before stopping.

But Wu Luo, who was hit by this blow, finally gave up and stood up after several struggles.

However, to Zhang Zichen's surprise, when Wu Luo's clothes were shattered, he found that Wu Luo's body was covered with scars.

These wounds, except for some knife wounds and sword wounds, are the marks of fire.

Every inch of Wu Luo's skin has been grilled by the fire, and it has not healed.

Even now, Zhang Zichen could see a trace of flame still burning from Wu Luo's dark red wounds.

What's going on?

Zhang Zichen couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

It's no wonder that for so many years, Wu Luo has been dressed in black and masked, and he doesn't dare to see people, it turns out that he has no body skin, and no skin is complete.

A person like him, if he sees people with his true face, is afraid that he will end up with the reputation of a monster.

Just as Zhang Zichen was thinking about these things, he only heard Zhang Tianxi shouting: "Zichen, how did you meet this demon? A few years ago, he came to our Dragon and Tiger Taoist Temple to snatch the thousand-year-old peach tree spirit. ”

Hearing Shi Zu's question, Zhang Zichen immediately smiled awkwardly and said, "Shi Zu, smash the induction charm, I'm sorry for you." ”

Zhang Tianxi coughed and said: "We are originally the relationship between the master and the disciple and the grandson, what trouble is there or not? I gave you the induction charm, just hoping to save your life, you are like this, my master has become an outsider." ”

Zhang Zichen pointed to Wu Luo lying on the ground, "Master, this person ......"

As soon as he arrived here, Zhang Tianxi stretched out a hand to stop Zhang Zichen from talking.

Staring at Wu Luo, who was lying on the ground and was burned, Zhang Tianxi took a few steps forward and came to Wu Luo.

Seeing Wu Luo lying on the ground and moaning in pain, Zhang Tianxi asked, "You are not human?"

Wu Luo stared at Zhang Tianxi and did not speak.

However, Zhang Zichen had a conversation with Wu Luo before, so Zhang Zichen replied instead of Wu Luo: "Master, I talked to Wu Luo before, and he is a member of the Demon Race, one of the five clans in the Heavenly Realm. ”

"Hmm!" Zhang Tianxi stroked his long beard and sighed, "In the biography, in the Heavenly Realm, the demon clan was defeated by the Heavenly Emperor, and then the entire clan was exterminated, and the rest of the clan was expelled, right?"

This time, Wu Luo didn't deny it, he hated and said: "Sooner or later, one day, our demon clan will return to the Heavenly Realm and regain the hegemony of the Heavenly Realm!"

Zhang Tianxi's eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It's just him: "Your body has been burned by the samadhi fire of the gods, and no one can cure it with ordinary methods." Once this flame burns on a person's body, it will follow you for the rest of your life until you die. ”

Looking at Wu Luo's body, the fire flashed, and his skin was no longer zài, and the surface was all black and red sticky flesh.

The tragic situation of this scene made Zhang Zichen feel a trace of sympathy for Wu Luo.

Zhang Zichen couldn't help but ask, "Wu Luo, have you been tortured by this Samadhi True Fire for more than 6,000 years?"

Wu Luo snorted coldly: "Six thousand years ago, I was burned by the Protoss, and now it falls into your hands, I don't regret my death, you can kill me!"

Although Wu Luo was seriously injured and tortured by the 6,000-year-old Samadhi True Fire, Wu Luo was a demon after all.

The so-called demons, in the eyes of the public, are all bad people.

The fate of the bad guy is death.

So today, Zhang Zichen didn't plan to let Wu Luo go, he was going to kill Wu Luo, and then go to Tiangangmen with his ancestor to save people.

"Master, what should I do?" asked Zhang Zichen.

Zhang Zichen asked like this, naturally thinking that Zhang Tianxi would hand over such a thing as killing people to him, and when the time came, Zhang Zichen only needed to make a move, and he could kill Wu Luo.

But to Zhang Zichen's surprise, the ancestor Zhang Tianxi: "Let him go!"