The aging body, bent at the waist, stands in the air.

Zhang Yong smiled freely, "Ziwei Star Lord, the injury is so serious, why don't you leave?"

"You don't know, the deal you made with Ji Cang?" The Ziwei Star Lord dragged his remnant body and walked towards Zhang Yong step by step, with hatred in his eyes.

When the monk arrives at the Nirvana realm, if he deliberately releases his divine sense, then half of the continent can be shrouded, Zhang Yong just said that he made a deal with Ji Cang but did not deliberately conceal it, and it is not surprising that the Ziwei Star Lord knows.

"Zhang Yong, do you know that my longevity is short, in the past hundred years, I have survived, and finally let me see this opportunity today, but I was ruined by you!"

He looked down at his arm, the flesh and blood on it were blurred, it stands to reason that the body of a strong person in Nirvana, if he is injured, he will soon be reborn flesh and blood, but his hands and feet were all cut off by the saint, contaminated with the cause and effect of the saint, but he is not a saint himself, and the injury is like a bone appendage, and it can no longer be completely healed.

"The Great Sage of the Demon Clan destroyed my body, and you, Zhang Yong, destroyed my only life!"

"I always thought you were arrogant and arrogant, trying to prove yourself holy, until you said that you want to hide in this world for a hundred years, and you can't meddle in the world at will, I understand your intentions, it's really a big game of chess!"

"Originally, I could have waited a little longer, and then I could compete with you for the opportunity in a hundred years" The Ziwei Star Lord suddenly roared angrily: "But now that my body is here, how can I last for another hundred years!"

Zhang Yong's eyes were not shocked, and he said coldly: "Do you remember what I said in the cave?"

The Ziwei Star Lord was stunned for a moment, and heard his indifferent voice again.

"I said that if there is another saint destined to come out of the world, it should never be you!"

The Ziwei Star Lord laughed angrily, "Okay, good, in that case, what's the point of me dragging this crippled body to live for decades? Why don't you pull you Zhang Yong to bury you today!"

The black flames around him were chaotic, but at this time, he suddenly inhaled, and the black flames were swallowed by him.

His exposed heart gradually developed black spots, and after three breaths, the black spots completely spread all over the heart, but the already lifeless heart suddenly beat vigorously.

"Blackheart? Zhang Yong said in a deep voice.

The Ziwei Star Lord said gloomily: "Zhang Yong, have you ever seen hell?"

I don't know what he meant, Zhang Yong didn't say anything.

"Here, it will be hell!" Above his heart, there was a trace of black flame, and then his whole body expanded, and after a while, his body seemed to be swallowed by black flames, and only an old face was seen.

"The black flame of the stars burns my body. Bliss will return to the Nine Heavens!"

The black flame rose from him, like a meteor falling to the ground, spreading away, as if it was about to burn up the eight hundred miles of mountains here!

There were already a lot of trees and weeds here, and this fire was not an ordinary flame, but the Black Flame of the Stars bred by the Nine Heavenly Mystic Method! It was also a Nirvana Great Monk who spontaneously combusted, and in an instant, spread like a prairie fire.

The disciples of the three sects and four sects who were fighting with the snakes were all trapped by the black flame at this time!

Zhang Xiyun looked at the sky, and when he saw the Ziwei Star Lord again, he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and scolded and said, "This dead old man, he is a lot older, and he actually committed suicide!"

Zhang Yong was not as relaxed as him, his face sank, what the Ziwei Star Lord said before was partially true, but what he didn't expect was the strange state of the Demon Clan's Great Sage when he first got out of trouble, which led to the desperate gamble of the Ziwei Star Lord, and was injured so badly that he couldn't even hold on for a hundred years!

If the crape myrtle star lord can have another hundred years of life, he knows that even if the crape myrtle star lord is now sanctified, he will not fight with himself, but wait for a hundred years to fight, and in these hundred years, he can join forces with Ji Cang to lay out the bane of the crape myrtle star lord in this world at a small cost!

But now, the matter is a foregone conclusion, the Ziwei Star Lord is destined to miss the Holy Dao, he only has hatred in his heart, and he vows to kill himself, and the disciples of the three sects and four sects here will undoubtedly be implicated!

Zhang Yong walked away with his sword, trying to kill the Ziwei Star Lord before the situation got out of control!

Zhang Xiyun had no time to pay attention to the battle situation of the two in the sky at this time, the momentum of the black flame was getting more and more intense, and half of the Five Finger Mountains had already ignited fire!

At this time, there are more and more snakes surging down from the mountain peaks, and they seem to be extremely irritable!

"Beware, everyone! I'm afraid the snakes are rioting because of the fire!" shouted someone in the crowd.

Long snakes kept pouring around Zhang Xiyun, and he used his sword qi to slash down, but there was a long snake that seemed to be unaffected, and the hardness of the snake's body was beyond the scope of what his cultivation could kill.

Not far away, a sword qi swept in, knocking the long snakes away, and was cut into two pieces by the sword qi in the air!

After the sword qi, the person who held the knife and slashed, wearing a purple and white robe, was one of the seven heads of the sect, Tianqiong Meng Xianning!

Zhang Xiyun breathed a sigh of relief, Senior Brother Meng Xianning was here, thinking that his pressure would be reduced a lot, he didn't pause in his hands, pinched his sword fingers, and then raised thousands of defenses, but he was not on the defensive, the four soul soldier sword shadows swept in four directions, and many long snakes were destroyed on the way, and he closed his hands again, and the four soul soldier sword shadows immediately turned back and cut off all the weeds that were burning in the black flames around Zhang Xiyun.

Zhang Xiyun quickly grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and threw it out, covering a small black flame, but there was a crackling sound in the soil, and it was obvious that the fire had not been extinguished.

"I accidentally thought about it, and I thought it was the situation of extinguishing the fire in my previous life, how could this black flame be extinguished like this"

In mid-air, Zhou Xuanzai was still entangled with a few big snakes, but his Dao robe was more torn than before, and he obviously did not have the upper hand, this immortal half-demon snake, the more powerful it was, the more difficult it was to kill! Moreover, he was now facing five or six big snakes with only the killing instinct left, and the attack was extremely fierce, and he also suffered a lot of losses!

The peachwood sword went sideways, as if there was a Taoist phantom holding a sword, and the Dao sword slashed, and finally a big snake was successfully killed!

"Grandma's, how can this immortal monster be so difficult to kill!" he looked at the spreading black flame, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, "This crape myrtle star lord is also crazy, why can't he think about it like this, he wants to die with Zhang Yong, this star black flame, I am afraid that it will only be extinguished by the saint, this time it is really terrible, at least these eight hundred miles of mountain ranges, in the future, the fire will not be extinguished all year round."

Several big snakes attacked again, and he stepped forward with a peachwood sword, but he was still thinking in his heart: "The disciples of the three sects and four sects here are afraid that they are going to suffer!"

What he thought had come true at this time, at this time most of the sect disciples had already fallen into a bitter battle, everyone had to stop the endless snakes, but also dodge the black flame that would cause fire on the body if there was a trace of spark, and everyone had been fighting for a long time, and because of the black flame, the spirit yuan of heaven and earth was disordered, the temperature was extremely high, and the physical strength was gradually exhausted.

"Ah——!" Not far away, a sect disciple was stained with a trace of black flame, and he was burned by the black flame in an instant and died here.

Zhang Xiyun was feeling that his physical strength was gradually lost, the heat was unbearable, and he heard the sound of someone screaming, and his heart couldn't help but start to get anxious, the imperial envoy's sword qi was getting faster and faster, the snake's blood was splashed, and his face was covered with blood stains, but after the weaker long snake died on a large scale, the rest was more difficult to deal with, and he began to feel powerless.