The farther Wan Tingjun was from the Genting Platform, the more the purple flames on his body burned, and by the time he reached forty zhang, it was already like a huge pillar of fire. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Not only did he have to resist the heat around him, but he also had to concentrate on controlling the purple fire armor so that it wouldn't hurt him.

After about two pillars of incense, Wan Tingjun walked to the place of forty-five or six zhang, "It's finally here, it seems that I should be able to walk to the place of fifty zhang this time." "Look at the place not far away where the fog is starting to drift, and cheer yourself up.

It took such a long time to walk this distance, which shows how big this Burning Cloud Road is, and at this time, the pillars of fire around Wan Tingjun are already more than half a zhang in diameter.

With each subsequent step, it took a while for Wan Tingjun to adapt to the heat around him, and at the same time, he also had to pay attention to controlling the purple fire armor.

Finally approaching the edge of the red mist, he was just one step away from stepping in.

Looking at the faint red mist in front of him, Wan Tingjun made up his mind, cheered up, and said: "I don't believe it, this is just a zhang, can you still burn people!"

After a slight control, he stepped out and stepped into the red mist.

Strange things happened, when entering the red mist, the pillars of fire around Wan Tingjun disappeared in an instant, and the flames that were originally wrapped outside the purple fire armor actually dispersed in an instant.

And the purple fire armor covering his body turned dark red, only a thin layer, but just this layer made Wan Tingjun extremely frightened.

"How can I not control it, oops"

"Ah~~~" Wan Tingjun let out a terrible scream.

His body twitched unconsciously, and Wan Tingjun swore that he didn't feel the heat at all, but felt another feeling that made him want to die.

The pain was so great that he didn't even have the strength to take a step back, and his whole body was full of sharp pain.

The original burning sensation turned into a stinging sensation, what was going on at this time, Wan Tingjun gasped violently in his mouth, and cold sweat flowed down his cheeks drop by drop, and in the process of dripping, it had already turned into steam and dissipated.

Wan Tingjun couldn't figure out how there was such a big difference, so he couldn't cultivate at all, let alone cultivate under such severe pain, he couldn't even enter the state of meditation, he could only reluctantly use the last bit of consciousness to manipulate the purple fire armor, so that it could firmly protect himself.

As for the idea of simply letting the purple fire armor disperse, Wan Tingjun didn't even think about it, he himself relied on the purple fire armor to get to this point, and once it dispersed, he was afraid that he would be burned to death by the surrounding high temperature immediately.

He struggled to get out, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move.

Now he completely entered a dilemma, Wan Tingjun was a little desperate, and secretly said to himself, should he have to endure such a torment for more than an hour!

Thinking of this, Wan Tingjun was violently excited, this is not impossible, if it really goes on like this, it seems that he really has to endure such pain until the time is over, and the Genting platform will pass him away.

Time gradually passed, Wan Tingjun was still standing still, but there is a limit to people's endurance, and he is almost at this limit.

Finally, Wan Tingjun's consciousness began to blur, as if he was about to faint in pain in the next second.

"I'll go to your uncle's Lieyun Road........" After Wan Tingjun gritted his teeth and shouted this, he collapsed directly to the ground and continued to endure the pain of cutting his bones.

The people around him saw this scene and thought that the 'burning cloud' had come up with some new tricks, and no one approached him, fearing that if the pillar of fire burned again, he might die if he approached rashly.

Time gradually passed, the tide of Lingyun arrived, Wan Tingjun tried his best to sober up, put all his spirit on controlling the purple fire armor, and stabilized it so that it would not dissipate, if the purple fire armor was dispersed at this time because of the restlessness of the vitality in his body, he might really die in this place.

In this less than a cup of tea, Wan Tingjun seemed to have experienced a century, and he was not so tired even when he fought with Juexin, he gritted his teeth, and never believed that he would die in such a place.

But as the tide of Lingyun passed, the pain actually became more and more intense, and at this time, Wan Tingjun had begun to lose control of the surrounding flames and began to burn to his body.

First of all, the hair on Wan Tingjun's body began to be unable to withstand such high temperatures, and it looked yellow and curly, and finally it didn't even catch fire, and directly turned into fly ash.

The standard armor that had been re-received not long ago could not withstand such heat, and it was burned into black residue in less than a moment when it came into contact with the dark red flames on the periphery, and the flames began to gradually burn towards Wan Tingjun's body.

Now he only felt very sleepy, as if nothing could disturb him, Wan Tingjun began to be unable to resist this sleepiness, even though he knew that this might be something that would kill him, but he still couldn't break free.

It is said that when people are dying, they will see what they want to see the most.

Wan Tingjun seemed to vaguely see his parents smiling at him, seeing that his younger brother was still the same as at the beginning, he liked to play behind him the most, and Lin Lie and Wu Gang drank and chatted together, and Mu Xugong's strict guidance appeared, and finally it was Hai Ruxin who appeared in front of her and said rudely why not compete with her, and then cried openly.

Wan Tingjun stretched out his hand to grasp all this, but he no longer had the strength to raise his hands, so he could only watch himself go away in these pictures.

"I'm sorry, I can't seem to hold on anymore........."

My eyes went dark and I fainted.

Just as he was about to burn into his body, Wan Tingjun's originally closed left eye suddenly opened, and the starlight shone brightly, and this left eye talent actually activated itself.

And Wan Tingjun had already fainted at this time, and he didn't know that his left eye was opened by itself, lying on the ground like a corpse.

At this time, the left eye began to flash a strange white light, and the starlight in the eye gradually changed into a human form, just like when Absolute Faith killed Wan Tingjun at that time, but at that time, Wei Sanjiang's sudden appearance interrupted the gathering of this human form.

And this time, the starlight in Wan Tingjun's left eye really condensed the appearance of a human being, but his facial features could not be seen clearly, like a faceless person.

The figure seemed to know Wan Tingjun's situation at the moment, as if he shook his head helplessly, and then with a wave of his right hand, the starlight actually turned into a thin thread, flying out of Wan Tingjun's left eye, wrapping Wan Tingjun tightly, isolating the peripheral flames and heat, just like a silkworm chrysalis.

This originally dark red flame gradually became smaller and smaller after losing the supply of Wan Tingjun's vitality, and finally disappeared.

In this cocoon made of starlight, the figure in Wan Tingjun's left eye nodded with satisfaction, dissipated, and his left eye slowly closed.

There was only a bright white light cocoon in the field, lying there quietly, motionless.