The phantom of the ancient tower suppressed and covered the snake king, Ji Pingqing looked at the figure that was surrounded by black flames and kept falling, his eyes were bloody.

"Die!"

He seemed to use all his strength to blast the ancient tower down, and blood burst out on his chest and limbs!

The snake king fell to the ground with a bang, splashing sand, and the black and purple snake blood was ignited by the black flames, spreading every inch of the snake's body, and the bones were gone.

"Meng Xianning!" Chu Qing's beautiful eyes were unacceptable, and his face was pale.

"Senior Brother Meng!" Guan Wuya's face was stunned, and he let out an exclamation.

Zi Zeqiang endured the pain of broken meridians, and flew down to catch the falling figure.

The people in power of the three sects and four sects rushed here, Qianshan's eyes were full of tears, Yang Su closed his eyes, but he shouted, and his tone trembled like himself.

"That's enough! Let Xianning go!"

I still can't stop closing my eyes, but tears are streaming down.

Zi Ze's eyes were red, but his speed was faster, and the wound on his body was torn, and a long blood mark was drawn in the air.

"Senior Brother Meng is gone, how can I watch him broken to pieces again!"

"Xianning has black flames on his body, you will only lose your life in vain if you encounter it!Give me back!" Qianshan shouted angrily with tears.

Zi Xue didn't care about it, and finally rushed to the back of the figure and reached out to grab it.

"Ahh

At this time, he had already lost his strength, but he still didn't let go of his hand, and fell down with Meng Xianning for a while.

A long sword roared past Chu Qing, but she looked at Meng Xianning's figure, motionless, as if she was sluggish, only tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Senior Sister Chu Qing, do you want Senior Brother Meng and the two of them to be crushed!?" Guan Wuyan's long shout came, and Chu Qingfang had a hint of reaction.

"Don't, don't!" a piano sounded, faster than a flying sword, and rang in Zi Xue's ears, and the two of them seemed to be gently held up, stopping for three breaths.

Guan Wuya stepped on the sword and left, and finally grabbed the hand of Zixuan before the two of them landed.

Everyone kept coming, Meng Xianning was lying on the ground, there was still black flame burning on his body, and he sat paralyzed on the side, watching Wuyan and standing with his eyes closed.

"Hyun-neung went?"

Guan Wuya nodded slightly.

"Meng Xianning!" A voice came from behind everyone, and Chu Qing stood behind, shaking his head in disbelief in his eyes.

She rushed forward and shook Meng Xianning's body vigorously, tears falling on the scorching black flame and turning into gas.

The elder of Chu Qing's Hanging Bamboo Zhai stretched out his hand to grab Chu Qing, "Senior nephew Xianning has already gone! He still has black flames on his body, if you get wet, you will die!"

"He died for me, he died for me" Chu Qing turned a deaf ear, and just kept repeating the words in his mouth.

Yang Su stepped forward, his body trembled, looked at his apprentice lying on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Child"

Chu Qing put his hand on Meng Xianning's face and stroked it, but there was no trace of brilliance in his eyes.

Yang Su closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened them again, looked at Chu Qing and said, "I'm sorry for you."

And Qianshan on the side looked at Zixuan, his eyes were also worried, his arm was stained with black flames, and he was about to burn his shoulder, and he would not be able to escape death at that time.

"Uncle Shi, help me cut off this right arm!"

"The Serpent King is dead. Ru Mugong said, but his tone was not joyful.

Zhou Xuan was sighing, "Why do you want them to die?"

The two were silent for a long time, and then Ru Mu said: "The snake group has no leader, it is already in chaos, and this is the best time to kill it all!"

Zhou Xuan's eyes flashed coldly, "I want these half-demons, none of them can live!"

Ru Mugong only said "Okay!", and looked up higher.

"And the first evil that should be killed the most!"

"Just now I saw a thought of Zen ascending to the sky, he is the most wise monk in the past thousand years, but he is also the most kind monk in the world, but today I saw him, angry. ”

Extremely high in the sky, Zhang Yong looked down and was silent.

A thought of Zen was full of tears, "Amitabha." ”

"Ziwei Star Lord, aren't you still awake, the lives of these children are so worthless in your opinion?"

With a hideous smile on the old man's face, he replied, "Under the saints, they are all ants. Since my life is short and I have no chance of the Holy Path, why should I care about the lives of others?"

The black flames on his body became more and more terrifying, enveloping his entire body, "The world says that the golden era is prosperous, and the sky is proud of all generations, but it is all nonsense! In the current world, you can't be holy, how can you talk about the prosperous world?"

"In that case, let me bury you with you!"

Zhang Yong didn't say a word, the breath on his body suddenly rose, and the chill on the sword froze the sky.

He stepped forward, the sword in his hand trembling, as if he felt the killing intent of his master.

But someone stretched out his hand and stopped him.

"Master Zhang, if you forcibly kill the Ziwei Star Lord, you will not be able to bear his terrifying black flames. ”

Zhang Yong was silent, this black flame was the Nine Heavenly Mystery Method, and it was caused by the burning life force of the Ziwei Star Lord, and the black flame on his body was undoubtedly the source of the black flame.

Even if Zhang Yong beheaded him, he would also bear his black flames, even if he did not die, he would be seriously injured, and he would always bury hidden dangers in his body.

Yi Zen sighed, "Let me come." ”

Zhang Yong was stunned, he thought of Zen and achieved Nirvana in half a step, if he endured the black flame of the Ziwei Star Lord, he would definitely die.

"Venerable, there is no need to be like this! he wants to kill me, so I should kill him with my own hands!" Zhang Yong wanted to move forward again, but when he saw that Yi Nian Zen turned around and looked at him, his eyes were full of compassion.

"The poor monk should have gone a long time ago, but he lived for a hundred more years, thinking that it was for this moment, in the dark, there is cause and effect. ”

"The poor monk looked at these children and died for the world. But the poor monk was powerless, and the pain in his heart had already made the poor monk die. ”

He looked at Hui Chan on the ground, and his voice trembled, "That kid said, if he breaks the vows, I'm afraid that the Buddha Gate will not be able to tolerate him purely, but the Buddha Gate where the poor monks are, if there is no noise from them, how can we talk about purity!?"

Zhang Yong clenched the long sword in his hand tightly, the green tendons on his hands were fully displayed, and the body of the first person in the world was trembling.

"In this world, we need you Zhang Yong more, but you don't have to have a thought to finish. ”

He turned, his robe raised, and his palms were closed.

"Ziwei Star Lord, the poor monk will come to cross you!"

The black flames were monstrous, covering the sky of the eight-hundred-mile mountain range, and the gloomy smile did not decrease.

"What kind of Buddha are you talking about?

"If you want to cross me, you will make a ferry boat with your life!"

Rolling black flames, swept in, the crape myrtle star lord no longer has a physical body, and only his old face remains in the black flames.

It's like hell, and it's coming.

"Crossing the three rides!"

The sound of Buddha overshadowed the neighing of the long snake on the ground, the sound of the flying sword, and the exclamation and crying of everyone.

"Four Tribulations!"

Outside the sky covered by the black flames, wisps of light pierced through.

"Return to the Six Pleasures!"

As soon as the thought of meditation ended, the Buddha's light rose and resisted the black flame.

"Immediately see the thirteen enlightenments!"

A golden palm gently pushed away the black flames, the sky lit up, and the Buddha's light shone on the eight hundred miles of mountain ranges, attracting everyone to look up.

Eight hundred miles, full of Buddha sounds.

In the sky, a golden Buddha.

In the heavens and on the earth, there is a thought of Zen and talking about the Buddha.

"Nan no Amitabha!"