Spiritual power, sand and stones, burning, flames soaring to the sky, as if they could burn everything in this world. Especially the domineering roar, under the roar, set off a violent wind, the wind fueled the fire, and the burning black flame was even more terrifying to the point of indescribable.

Ou Yangming's face was pale, his teeth were clenched, he took a step forward, his body made a sound like thunder, his bones were all squeezed towards his heart under this huge pressure, and his body was short, but his eyes were extremely persistent. After taking this step, he was closer to Ji Haoran, only a dozen zhang, but he still didn't make a move, his patience was better than that of a lone wolf in the wilderness.

If you don't move, you will be killed, and if you move, you will seek a blow to kill, and you will never give Ji Haoran a chance to breathe.

"W-"

This roar is louder, with a domineering power that can turn the world upside down, to make people bend their backs and make people submit.

Ji Haoran only felt that his head sank, muddy, as if he was pierced on his head by thousands of thin needles at the same time, a sharp pain hit, his feet shook, and he almost fell to the ground.

The funeral sword's internal organs were all displaced, and a mouthful of blood spurted out directly, but his gaze was more determined and persistent.

He Jian also stumbled in his body, secretly adjusting the qi machine to stabilize the shelf.

"Opportunity!" Ou Yangming's mind suddenly burst out of this word, his center of gravity sank towards his legs, and his body leaned forward, looking as if he couldn't bear the pressure and fell.

At the moment when his body was at a 60-degree angle to the ground, his legs suddenly straightened and he stepped the ground, like a Kunpeng with wings outstretched and swooping on food. His eyes were extremely sharp, and he rushed towards Ji Haoran. The white armor composed of aura outside the body rippled violently, like a meteorite suddenly falling on the surface of a calm lake, and the waves set off can be imagined.

In just a moment, the white armor was covered with dense cracks, which could collapse at any time.

Ji Haoran was startled at first, and then showed a mocking look, he dared to make a move in the depths of the black flames, it was simply stupid! His reaction was not slow at all, he first communicated with the dantian, stabilized the aura armor on his body, and at the same time, he took a sliding step and retreated to the side. He believed that unless this person had the idea of ending up together, he would definitely stop the offensive and stabilize the aura armor first.

This black flame is contaminated by the Venerable, and even if he doesn't die, he has to shed his skin, not to mention that he is just a spirit.

"Click!" The voice was very soft, and it was blown away by the wind as soon as it came out, but Ji Haoran was a Daozi-level figure, and he had already entered the realm of the unity of heaven and man, and he could not escape his perception at any slight change. He was sure in his heart that Ou Yangming would inevitably stop attacking, adjust his qi, and stabilize his aura armor. Sure enough, this bold guy was stunned, and an imperceptible look of panic flashed in his eyes, pouring spiritual power into the armor, and at this time, Ou Yangming was still telling stories.

Just when Ji Haoran's precautions in his heart were at their lowest, a voice with murderous intent rumbled.

"Only the Mind Formula, the voice of the gods and demons!"

Immediately after, the aura armor on Ou Yangming's body was completely shattered, and the roars of countless gods and demons rang out. A shadow of a god and demon appeared, and the shadow was stained with blood, as if stepping out of hell. The space around them kept vibrating, and even the burning black flames were frozen for a moment that defied common sense. One, two, three, countless ways. These gods and demons have different expressions and hideous faces, but they all have one thing in common, that is, the evil aura is awe-inspiring, and it is the same as corroding the black flames.

Ou Yangming raised his hand and patted it, and the shadows of the gods and demons were like countless blood lights, rushing straight towards Ji Haoran.

If this move was only to this extent, Ou Yangming would not have used it at such a critical time.

The most terrifying thing is that this god and demon roared at the same time, and a domineering intent slowly emerged from the shadow. Suddenly, these gods and demons gathered their breath at the same time, their throats moved, and a strange voice came out of their mouths, which was the voice of gods and demons. Wherever the sound passed, a terrifying tearing force was generated, scattering the flames and resistance in front of it at the same time.

It's like countless gods and demons, who perform the only mind trick at the same time, and they all reach the point of small success.

Seeing this scene, even Ji Haoran was stunned, and there was only one thought left in his heart, is this kid crazy......? Isn't he afraid of death?

At the same time, a monstrous crisis emerged in his mind, and this crisis was so strong that it had reached an unprecedented level, and as long as he was careless, his soul would be scattered and turned into ashes.

His teeth clenched together, his handsome face distorted, his body sharpened, and he retreated to the side and back. But this attack was too fast, it came in an instant, and it was pulled by the qi machine, and there was no way to avoid it. What made him mad the most was that just as Ouyang Ming was about to be engulfed by the black flames, wisps of white flames appeared from his skin, hair, and pores at the same time, and he raised his hand and waved his hand, and shouted coldly: "Ning!" The burning black flame actually rotated rapidly, turning into a lifelike fire lotus, appearing at his feet, supporting his body, and every time he took a step, a black lotus flower suddenly appeared on the soles of his feet, giving birth to a lotus step by step. At this moment, he was like a king in the fire.

"You cheat me!" Ji Haoran's face was hideous, and he roared angrily.

It was at this moment that an extremely strong tearing force enveloped him.

His heart trembled, every piece of flesh and blood, every inch of skin, and even every cell on his body was screaming, as if he had fallen into the Nine Shadows Cold Pool, and four big words involuntarily appeared in his mind, I can't stop it!

It's too late, it's too fast, and he doesn't have time to think about it at this time of life and death.

The atavistic bloodline in Ji Haoran's body burned, and a blood dragon's shadow was reflected in his eyes, and a blood dragon's head condensed out of thin air. The skull was blood-red and majestic, but its eyes were tightly closed. That's not all, Ji Haoran spewed out two mouthfuls of essence blood in a row, his voice was like crying, and said: "The people of my blood dragon Ji family, with fifty years of longevity as a sacrifice, use the power of totems to fight for our clan and kill!"

Under this blow, the spiritual energy in his dantian dried up, and even the color was a little dim.

As soon as the voice fell, the eyes of the blood dragon's head opened, his big mouth opened, and he shouted coldly: "Kill-"

He slammed forward, but after only one breath, the blood dragon's head completely collapsed under the tearing force.

After all, the spiritual power in Ji Haoran's dantian had been consumed too much before, and it was in a hurry, this blow was not even sixty percent of the usual strength, how could it block the blow that Ou Yangming had carefully prepared for a long time?

"Die!" Ou Yangming's eyes were cold, his left palm and right palm were put together, raised to his chest, and pushed outward, the speed of this condensed god and demon shadow exploded again, directly surrounding Ji Haoran, and roaring at the same time, after this blow was struck, Ji Haoran was directly forced into a desperate situation.

Ou Yangming clenched his grip on the Blood Spear Dragon Slaughter and began to charge, the other party was a Daozi-level figure, even if he had an absolute advantage, he didn't dare to take it lightly.

Ji Haoran's face showed a look of pain, he glanced at Ou Yangming deeply, the aura armor on his body began to shatter, and he secretly said in his heart, he could only use that move, otherwise I would die.

This was his biggest hole card, the full force of the Venerable of the Blood Dragon Family. He originally thought that when he met a cultivator of the same generation, he would not be able to use this trick, but he never thought that he would be forced to die by a cultivator who was one order lower than him.

He had a disheveled head, scarlet eyes, and madness in his eyes.

A charm slipped out of his sleeve, the color of the spell was somewhat like a yellowed scroll, dark, faint, but with a palpitating fluctuation.

Ji Haoran swiped his fingers slightly, and the spell cracked an inch-long opening, forcibly forcing out a trace of spiritual power to pour into it. Suddenly, the spell burned, bursting out of a knife light, the knife intent rolling, a knife faster than a knife, a knife rushed over a knife, like a storm crashing on the shore, the tide rolled up the gravel, higher and higher, heavier and heavier, the sword light condensed in vain, and slashed away at the shadow of the demon god.

Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming secretly said that he was sorry and hurriedly retreated. This was the full force of His Holiness's blow, and he could only avoid it for the time being.

"Click!" the god and demon phantom lasted for four breaths before it slowly collapsed, and that touch of sword intent gradually dimmed.

Ji Haoran took advantage of the time gained by this blow, and his potential exploded, burning the blood of his ancestors, spurting out a large mouthful of essence blood, and using the blood to escape outward.

This speed was too fast, like a blood-colored lightning that stirred up the prairie fire, and Ou Yangming couldn't stop it even if he wanted to.

It's a long time to say, but it's happening in a flash of light. From Ou Yangming's sneak attack, using the voice of gods and demons, to Ji Haoran's use of life-saving means, fighting with his life, and fighting for a glimmer of life in a desperate situation, the total time added up to no more than two breaths. But there is an undercurrent surging all the time, secretly killing opportunities, and it is also Ji Haoran who is determined, decisive and ruthless, and has the Venerable One Strike to protect himself, otherwise, Ji Haoran, the Taoist son of the Ji family, has been killed by Ou Yangming. Under the gun.

The black flames were like naughty fire spirits, constantly beating at Ou Yangming's fingertips.

A black wall of fire was formed to block all the pressure squeezed around it, and it conveyed the meaning of flattery. The fire of the heavenly phoenix is the emperor of the fire.

Ou Yangming looked in the direction where Ji Haoran was gone, snorted coldly, and said, "Next time, I will take back the blood of my ancestors." ”

He Jian looked at Ou Yangming's slightly weak back, and sighed secretly, what is this flame? When he was in the Black Fog Mountain, he stepped on the flames, like a god. Before, it was even more like a lotus. His pupils shrank slightly, and the awe in his heart became more and more serious, the more he came into contact with Ou Yangming, the more he felt fear, as if this was a person who was born to know, and no difficulties or dangers could stop his steps.

At the moment before, it even forced a Daozi-level character into a desperate situation.

He thought for a moment, and said secretly, can I block the previous blow? The answer is dazed, deeply dazed.

Even he didn't know if he could block it, this was not to say that Ou Yangming's cultivation had caught up with He Jian, but that Ou Yangming was in the flames, just like a tiger returning to the mountain, a real dragon entering the sea, and the advantage of the environment was too great.