In the early morning, it suddenly began to drizzle in Yushan, and the wind blew gently, blowing the rain and falling on Xiao Yi's immature face.

The chill woke Xiao Yi up from his sleep, slowly opened his eyes at first, sat up straight, and exclaimed, "There are ghosts." Except for the increasingly loud "rustling" rain, no one responded to him. Xiao Yi rubbed his eyes vigorously and looked around, but he didn't find the tombstone he went to last night, and tried to recall the strange scene last night, shaking his head and smiling bitterly, it turned out that he was just a dream.

The fog imposed by Peng Zu last night has not yet dissipated, coupled with the cold drizzle in early summer, at this moment, Yushan is vast and full of water vapor. Xiao Yi used his eyes to find that there seemed to be a comrade-in-arms in the same battalion sleeping soundly under the hill not far away, Xiao Yi walked over and pushed him, and he didn't wake up for a long time, at this time the strong wind blew, and a bloody smell came to his face, and he smelled nauseous.

Xiao Yi's face turned pale instantly, and he was terrified. He trembled and stretched out his little hand to feel the snort of his comrades in the same battalion, but how could he have half a living breath, and he ran away with an "ah" under the fright, but the fog was heavy, and he tripped and fell to the ground before he ran far, and his hands were bloody. At this time, when I went around the hill, I found that everywhere I could see was the corpses and corpses, and the blood flowed like a river.

Suddenly, there was a thunder in the sky, and Xiao Yi's ears were buzzing, and he opened his mouth slightly to watch a brilliant electric fire in the sky slash down on him, as if time suddenly froze at that moment, and his will was constantly blurring, as if his body was not like his own, and there was only one thought in his heart: How did the sky become blood red?

At that time, a man in white held a bottle of quaint kettle Jian proudly in the air, surrounded by fire, and saw that it was a young man who was only thirteen or fourteen years old who was trapped by the Shaoyang Array below, and said in surprise: "The predecessor of the Emperor is Huanglong, and Emperor Yu took the test first, and at this moment he is possessed and hidden in the child's body, I am afraid that he will lose the name of the ancient witch." ”

In the Shaoyang array, "Ji Kun" opened his teeth and claws, his eyes were red, and a low and hoarse voice came from the dantian, saying: "Since you know my name, why bother to come to die." ”

The man in white recited a few ancient incantations in a low voice, and the cauldron in his hand became hot, and he asked instead of answering, "Seniors can recognize this thing." A pair of red eyes looked deeply at the kettle in the hand of the man in white, jumped like thunder, and roared angrily: "Shaoyang Jian, are you the descendant of the old thief Zhurong?"

The man in white didn't seem to care, and said calmly: "The widow is the 26th great-grandson of the God of Fire, and the Emperor of Zong Zhou is the Emperor of Chu Bo Xiongzhi, and he came here today in the hope of borrowing from his predecessors to rest the land. "Bah" snorted, and said angrily: "A thousand years ago, the old thief Zhurong burned my body with Shaoyangjian under the pretense of Emperor Shun's order, and now you, the junior, want to take away my land, or not, today I will avenge the old and new hatreds together." ”

As soon as the words fell, "Ji Kun" had turned into a ray of light, like lightning rushing up, and the aura of the ghost and witch condensed into a black spear in front of him and went straight to Xiong Zhi in mid-air.

In that compartment, Xiong Zhi saw that the comer was turbulent, and instead of retreating, he advanced, his right hand crossed his chest and formed a seal, and his left hand pushed Shaoyangjian towards the oncoming "Ji Kun". In his mouth, he was anxious to read the law, and the Shaoyang Jian, which was originally not a stone or a jade, rose against the storm, and it was already overwhelming in a moment, as if a round of scorching sun rose in the rainy sky, and with the fluctuation of the surrounding Xuanhuo, everything in heaven and earth seemed to be steamed, and the purple gas lingered in the air, scorching and collapsing.

And the most able to feel the intensity of the temperature is the rush to attack the "Zang", not yet close, this stinky boy's body is almost evaporated, fortunately the ancient treasure of the earth to protect the body, in order to keep the body temporarily safe. But "Ji Kun" is an ancient god and witch, who once opened up territory for Emperor Shun, a horse, and has gone through countless battles and battles, and the experience of facing the enemy is not a problem, only to see Xiong Zhi's imperial envoy Huo Zu Suiren's clan once installed the Shaoyang Jian of the heavenly fire, and then knew that this person's true qi cultivation has been perfected, and there is no way to retreat now, only with a full blow, maybe he can turn the tide, thinking of this, the heart of the thousand years of war spirit is flourishing, and now urging the spear of the ghost and witch to rush to the Chu Bo Xiong Zhi who is reciting the spell. The anger in his chest seemed to be more intense than the temperature of the surrounding flames, and a hysterical cry came out from his thirsty throat: "Break!"

"Boom. With an earth-shattering sound, the huge ghost witch spear of the "Lady Cang" pierced through the flames and slammed into Shaoyang Jian's ears.

Xiong Zhi, who was in charge of the formation in mid-air, turned purple with a purple face, and his blood was churning. But the killing aura in his eyes became stronger, and he couldn't imagine that the ancient witch was so strong. With this resentful spirit alone, I'm afraid that few masters in the world can take the next blow. At the moment, the speed of urging the mantra couldn't help but be a little faster, the original hazy fog had already been evaporated at this moment, and the dense and colorful red flames in the sky were splashing in all directions, and wave after wave of rockets were surging towards the "Ji Kun" who failed in one blow.

"Ji Kun" used his mental power to dodge left and right in the air, but just one blow, "Ji Kun" almost used up his whole body mental power, how could this kid have no martial arts foundation in his body, so the "Huang Long Po" who has always been proud of it can only send out three successful powers, it seems that Shaoyang Jian is roaring and crumbling, but under the urging of Chu Bo Xiong Zhi, it seems to be more dazzling than just now.

In addition, after the collision just now, this mortal's body has been damaged, and his limbs are all disabled. His true qi has been dispersed thousands of years ago, and only the soul and soul are left to fight the enemy, but this Shaoyang Jian is the most yang thing in the world, and it is a lot of restraint and damage to the lonely soul and wild ghosts, and he is no longer able to launch an effective attack, even this supreme treasure breath soil seems to be unable to bear the Xuan Huo that burns all things, and the surrounding high temperature scorching Xiaoyi's body is sizzling, which is very terrifying.

The pain of burning the body, "Ji Kun" has been vivid for thousands of years, a breath of resentment, is to take revenge, coupled with the treasure of Emperor Shun that he stole as the soul, in order to protect the soul for thousands of years, but today it seems that it is difficult to escape the doom. "Ji Kun" sighed softly, extremely unwilling, but under the Xuanhuo, his divine consciousness gradually collapsed, and the three souls and six spirits rushed in the place of Xiaoyi Dantian, as if they were about to come out of the body with the scorching heat, and the soul was scattered.

Suddenly, a trace of the true qi of eternal origin walked all over Xiao Yi's dantian, and thousands of illusions rolled through Xiao Yi's mind, and the original red eyes gradually became clear in his right eye at this moment, Xiao Yi only felt that his head was swollen and painful, and he roared wildly. And the soul of the "Zang" who was about to fly away seemed to grasp the life-saving straw, and was ecstatic, saying: "It turned out to be you." But at the moment, he couldn't tolerate the slightest hesitation, and roared loudly, turning his palm into a seal, gathering qi for a knife, and the surging true qi of the dantian was like an ocean of poured infusion, and in an instant, the Xuanhuo around him was forced back by more than two feet, and the side of the body was formed with thousands of colorful whirlpools, and even the already scorched skin was only a little dark at the moment, without the slightest trace of burning.

"Ji Kun" smiled and said, "Fire thief, the old man fought with you today." After finishing speaking, his palms were folded, and the colorful whirlpools around his body were suddenly incorporated into the air knife on his chest, and the air knife was agitated by the surging true qi, colorful and gorgeous, and rotated rapidly in the air.

Chu Bo Xiongzhi's pupils shrank, and when he saw that the attacking air knife did not have the ghostly aura of Fang Cai, it was really excited by the true qi, like a comet flowing fire, sweeping the sky. But the whole body gave up the true qi vortex protection, and thought that the follow-up was insufficient, but he couldn't be careless when he hit him with a fatal blow.

At that moment, he bit his tongue slightly, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted into Shaoyang Jian, and the fire used essence blood as coal, surging and rushing, and began with the sacrifice of the ancient sacrifice. Chu Bo raised his head and let out a sharp whistle, and suddenly, his face was extremely distorted, and the big mouth that shouted in pain turned into a bird's beak in an instant, the bones around his body "banged", and his legs had turned into a pair of bright red giant claws, and the horror was already within reach. In an instant, it turned into a golden bird that covered the sky and the sun, and was covered with fire feathers.

The giant wings spread, roared in the air, and faced the imposing air knife without showing half a minute of panic, but the body was as fast as green light, which could avoid the blade, so he bent his head and turned his beak, pecked several times in a row, and all pecked at the back of the heart, flesh and blood flew, and blood splashed.

Fire ancestor Xuanniao, water ancestor Xuanpython and called the world's "two fierce", although at this time by the human sacrifice, but a peck of the power of the devil cry God. He knew the power of the Xuanniao, and at this moment, he completely ignored half of the blood-stained body, turned over in mid-air and jumped on the back of the Xuanniao, clutched the air knife with his backhand, and stabbed the Xuanniao's neck with all his strength.

"Bang", Xuanniao's body is full of flames, screaming sadly because of the pain, and his wings are almost twisted and slapped towards the "Zang" who has no strength to resist on his back, and the air waves explode, hitting layer upon layer.

Xiao Yi only felt that his head was roaring, his throat was hot and rolling, and his body was like a broken kite floating away in the wind. ”