"I promise you. Mu Hanyan nodded heavily.

Overhead, waves of water and fire flew down with boulders, and the shadows of beasts full of violentness were also mixed with them.

Mu Hanyan and the three of them slashed out a sword with all their might, and then flew towards them with the sword.

"Poof!" Although under their combined sword, a wave of water and fire fell in front of them, and the beast shadow in between them also disappeared, but Mu Hanyan and Jiang Qiyan still spit out a mouthful of blood at the same time.

With just one blow, the two were seriously injured. Yan Qianshi pursed his lips tightly, but judging from his bloodless face, it should also be a concussion injury from his internal organs.

And the boundless waves of falling rocks still poured towards a few people.

Mu Hanyan's heart sank, looking at this situation, let alone breaking the seal, it was impossible for them to break through this sword power that fused with the power of heaven and earth.

"Qianxi, don't worry about us, you can find a way to rush out by yourself!" Mu Hanyan said to Burning Qianxi.

If Jiang Qiya's all-out efforts at the expense of her life can still help her somewhat, then even if she tries her best, it will still be a burden for Burning Qianlone, after all, the gap in strength is too big. She is only the pinnacle of the Great Sword Master, and the Burning Thousand Silences are similar to Ye Qifeng, at least she is also a Sword Saint Master who has reached the realm of Qi cultivation and condensation, such a gap is simply a world of difference. If you just burn yourself, you have a better chance of escaping.

After speaking, Mu Hanyan handed over the scroll to Burning Qianxi, entrusted by others, loyal to people, even if she died, what she promised Jiang Qiyan must be done.

However, Mu Hanyan didn't say much, she believed that Burning Qianxi would understand what she meant.

Burning Qianxi looked at Mu Hanyan, but gently pushed the scroll back.

"Magala...... Jesus hissed...... "Burning Thousand Silences chanted in a low voice again.

His fingers gently brushed over the blade of the sword, and a stream of blood gushed out, and with his obscure chanting, the blood mist turned into a black flame that surrounded him.

Just like the last time he fought with the Ancient Emperor, Burning Qianxi's black hair fluttered, and his black sword robe hunted, as if he was a killing god from the ancient hell, with a burning black flame, flew directly into the water and fire waves.

In the soft sound, everything outside the body melted like ice and snow.

But what was different last time was that the corners of Burning Qianlone's mouth kept gushing blood, his expression was extremely hideous, his eyes were bloodshot, and there was only a trace of clarity left.

The Divine Hell Purgatory, the Fire of Death, the Fire of Reincarnation, according to legend, if you can cultivate to the extreme, you will be able to transcend the cycle of life and death. But legends are just legends after all, in fact, in the long history of the temple for more than a million years, there are only two people who have comprehended the Divine Hell Purifier, one is the master of the temple when the continent is separated, and the other is the Burning Thousand Silences, how can anyone cultivate it to the extreme.

Every time you use it, you have to experience the suffering of the cycle of life and death, and even the meridians are broken and the qi sea is seriously injured.

The last time he fought with the Ancient Emperor Ji, Burning Qianxi didn't do his best, and the pain he suffered was bearable, but this time, in the face of such a world-destroying sword power of the Cliff of Hatred, how could he dare to have the slightest reservation.

After a while, not only did the corners of his mouth ooze blood, but even his nose, eyes, and ears slowly oozing blood, and even every pore of his body flowed out of fine blood.

However, his pain was not in vain, and the earth-shattering waves and falling rocks dissolved into the purgatory fire of the Divine Hell.

"Divine Hell Purgatory, you actually have Divine Hell Purgatory!" Looking at this scene, Qiu Dangya's dry voice also revealed a bit of shock.

"Cold smoke, go!" Burning Thousand Silence suddenly let out a clear roar, and a black flame burning sword slashed out.

Mu Hanyan only felt that the phantom light in front of him was shining, and the powerful, complex and mysterious seal of the Falling God Yuan was actually broken by the purgatory fire of the Divine Hell.

A figure floating out of the dust was flying towards her.

Jiang Qiyan was not wrong, he really would not give up Mu Hanyan, and his injuries were slightly better, so he began to try to break the seal again.

Mu Hanyan perked up, grabbed Jiang Qiya, and flew towards Yeqifeng.

Qiu Dangya woke up like a dream, flew up, and stabbed the long sword in his hand towards Mu Hanyan's heart.

Don't look at the skin and bones left in his whole body, but the speed is extremely fast, like a meteor catching the moon, and he arrived behind Mu Hanyan in the blink of an eye.

"Hanyan!" Seeing that Mu Hanyan was about to be pierced through his chest by that sword, the oncoming Ye Yanfeng shouted loudly.

It's a pity that the distance is too far, no matter how strong he is, he won't have time to save him.

Suddenly, there was a roar of burning silence in his ears, he waved his hands, and violently knotted his hand prints, only to see a black flame fall in the air, like a huge net, trapping the Qiudang Cliff in it.

"Let's go, let's go!" a few words burst out from between his teeth.

His face was completely gray, his hands kept forming hand prints, the meridians on his body were broken, and the breath was surging, and blood mist sprayed out with the wound. Obviously, a single handprint can't stop the Qiudang Cliff, so he can only keep playing the handprint, constantly condensing the Divine Hell Purifier, and the suffering of the cycle of life and death he has to endure can be imagined.

"Do you really think she'll be able to get away with this?" Trapped in the purgatory fire of the Divine Hell, Qiu Dangya was unhurried, with a strange smile on his face like a dried corpse.

"Demon Heart, Ten Thousand Ways!" he slowly stretched out his finger, and with a volley in the air, a faint blue light came out of his fingers.

"Be careful!" and Ye Qifeng and Jiang Qiya exclaimed at the same time.

Below, the Star Illusion Thousand Machines soared into the air, trying to block behind her, but the previous battle with Qiu Dang Cliff had already hurt his vitality a lot, and his figure became more illusory, where could he catch up.

Burning Qianjing was shocked to realize that it was not good, and another flame burned all over his body, and he actually performed a temple secret technique similar to the method of blood sacrifice, forcibly improving his strength.

The purgatory fire of the divine hell also became more condensed, burning violently, as if it was about to burn everything in the world.

However, to everyone's surprise, the faint blue light emitted by Qiu Dangya's fingertips completely ignored the obstruction of the Divine Hell Purgatory, and directly penetrated and hit Mu Hanyan's heart.

"Cold smoke!" Ye Qifeng and the others let out a heart-rending cry at the same time.

But Mu Hanyan couldn't hear anything, just the moment that light hit her heart, she only felt a shock in her heart, and her mind was blank for a moment, only to feel that her whole mind was free from the shackles of her body, through time, space, and across the real and the unreal.

Where are you going, what are you going to do, who are you?

......

"Senior sister, senior sister, you promised me to take me to see it. Mu Hanyan only felt dizzy, and then felt his arm being held and shaken. There was also a delicate voice in her ear that kept bombarding her ears, "Senior sister, you promised someone to take me to see it." ”

Well, look, what? Mu Hanyan frowned slightly. What's wrong with you? What are you doing? You seem to have forgotten something very important, what is it?