Yi Tian was taken aback, this situation was exactly the same as the one he encountered, his Fire Spirit Sword shook, and before the Fire Spirit Wind Leopard could complete its transformation, the Fire Spirit Sword's second type of fire was used in a chain, and the heads and tails of the flames were connected in a circle, trapping the Wind Leopard in it like a chain.

The Wind Leopard roared angrily, narrowly dodging the power of the fire spirit, and in a flash he threw down Yi Tian's body, raising his claws and drawing several arc-shaped qi forces, this is the Wind Leopard's natural skill Wind Claw, the power is huge, and the wolf just now was fatal by this move.

Yi Tian stepped on the dragon step, dodged and dodged, the sword in his hand flew left and right, the third type of fire dragon soared, and the majestic spiritual power turned into a giant dragon entrenched on the sword in the sword, opened its huge mouth and chased after the wind leopard, swallowing it in one bite, the raging flames emitted a dazzling light, accompanied by the furious roar of the wind leopard.

Yi Tian stopped and breathed a sigh of relief, the seven styles of fire spirit are his most powerful moves, which are divided into seven styles of Blade Fire Flying Flower, Fire Burning Chain, Fire Dragon Soaring, Fire Lin Eclipse Sun, Hao Huo Heavenly Tribulation, Glorious Beings, and Fire Rebirth, which is a high-level martial art, which is a perfect combination of spiritual power and swordsmanship, and radiates spiritual power in the form of sword qi to form a tangible sword flower and strengthen the power of attack. He has been immersed in this technique for more than ten years, and although he can only use the power of five or six out of ten of this set of exercises, it is already shocking in the eyes of ordinary people.

He was very confident in the third type, and decided that the leopard would have to be skinned if it didn't die. When the fire dissipated, the wind leopard seemed to be scorched, lying motionless on the ground, and its body was scorched.

Yi Tian slowly approached, not feeling any life fluctuations of the Wind Leopard, and the attack should have worked. Yi Tian squatted down, carefully observed the patterns on the Wind Leopard's body, and was just about to reach out to touch it, when suddenly the thick leopard's tail was cut into the air. Yi Tian didn't have time to dodge, so he had to use his left hand to block, and the huge impact force knocked him dozens of feet away, not only breaking a few big trees along the way, but also throwing the Fire Spirit Sword out.

"Careless. Yi Tian slowly stood up, although he was already very careful with the Wind Leopard, he still didn't expect that the Wind Leopard was not only physically strong to such an extent, but also could disguise the appearance of fake death without a trace. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, reached out to restore his dislocated left arm, and was about to look for the Fire Spirit Sword when the Wind Leopard had already rushed in.

Yi Tianyun Gong possessed the body, and the chakra came out of the body, turning into a one-horned golden-scaled python, entangled in it, and the phantom spirit protected the body.

The wind leopard pressed Yi Tian with one claw, Yi Tian didn't dare to make a hard connection, he dodged sideways, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, the tail of the giant python carried a force to open the mountain and split the stone and swept towards the wind leopard, and with a loud bang, the wind leopard was knocked away a few feet, and the phantom body was also shattered layer by layer, and re-condensed.

Seeing that the Wind Leopard was fine, Yi Tian's heart sank, knowing that if he didn't use the benefits of the Fire Spirit Sword, he might not be able to get out today.

The Wind Leopard pounced again, shook the sky with a false move, dodged it, and used a move to sneak in the shadows, and walked away. This move is the natural skill of the golden-scaled unicorn python, which is not only fast, but also can conceal the breath, which can have an almost stealth effect.

The Wind Leopard seemed to understand his thoughts, and followed him like a shadow, blocking his way again and again, entangled him to death, and had no time to separate himself.

As time passed, Yi Tian's injuries began to appear, and his spiritual power was also consumed too much, and his pace gradually slowed down, and after receiving several wind claws from the Wind Leopard one after another, he was already sweating profusely, and some of his follow-up was weak.

Suddenly, several Yan Ling arrows flew and shot towards the eyes and throat of the Wind Leopard, and the Wind Leopard shook its head to dodge. More arrows flew in, plunging into the ground around the Wind Leopard, stretching all the way to Yi Tian's side.

"Flame Burst Array!" Yi Tian knew that it was Yi Chen who had gone and returned, he didn't have time to think about it, he quickly held the arrow, injected a large amount of spiritual power, and the arrows were connected with spiritual power, forming a complex scorching sun flame burst array, surrounding the wind leopard in it.

The Wind Leopard was conspired against, roared again and again, and was ready to pounce. As soon as its body moved, it immediately disturbed the fluctuations of the spiritual power in the array, and the formation was activated, and the huge spiritual power exploded like the sun at noon on a summer day, and the rumbling sound continued.

Yi Tian quickly retreated, reached out and took the fire spirit sword thrown by Yi Chen, and was about to slash the leopard. Suddenly, the Wind Leopard rose from the ground and pounced on Yi Chen, swinging several scarlet wind blades with his claws in succession, and the strength of the cross.

Yi Tian was taken aback, it was too late to save people, and in a hurry, he used all his strength to regenerate from the fire, and the fire spirit sword turned into a phoenix with wings spread, penetrating from the back of the wind wolf's head, and its mouth penetrated, and it circled around and returned to Yi Tian's hands.

Yi Tian hurriedly followed the direction of the fire blade to find Yi Chen. Yi Chen dodged several fire blades one after another, but in a panic, he was still swept by the strength of one of the edges, and smashed into the ground, shattering the ground layer by layer, and sinking into a large crater around it.

When Yi Tian took Yi Chen out of the pit, Yi Chen was almost dying, most of the bones on his body were shattered, his internal organs were shocked, his muscles were torn in many places, and his clothes were soaked with blood.

Yi Tian endured infinite grief, picked up Yi Chen and ran out, constantly praying that God would bless Yi Chen to stay home, so that Dongfang Yu would have time to save him.

Yi Chen was still conscious at first, but slowly fell into a coma, and his soul showed signs of leaving his body.

In a daze, Yi Chen found himself walking on a long road, and the road was full of large flowers, shocking brilliant red, like a carpet paved with blood, and like a burning fire. Although the flowers bloomed all over the ground, there was a deathly silence all around, without a trace of life, as if this was the flower of death, blooming only for death.

The fog on both sides of the road was very heavy, Yi Chen walked without squinting, his body and mind immersed in the memories of the past, happy gatherings, sad parting, painful calls, helpless struggles, scene by scene flashed in front of him, and finally turned into a river of happy tears, quietly flowing on the fiery red petals.

The petals are like palms praying to the sky, and the crystal teardrops do not roll down, but are absorbed by the petals. The teardrops seemed to be the catalyst for their life, and soon the petals on the ground came to life, dancing one by one, gradually converging into a sea of flowers, forming a flower curtain, like a light yarn man dance, circling around Yi Chen, hugging him to a river.

The river is very wide, the surface of the river is very quiet, the water is blood-yellow, and you can smell a faint fishy wind blowing on your face.

Yi Chen squatted down slightly, as if attracted by the river. A fiery red lotus flower in the water floated from a distance, and slowly stopped in front of Yi Chen, Yi Chen quietly looked at the layers of petals of the blood lotus for a long time, feeling familiar, but the memories were traceless. He sighed slightly, got up and wanted to leave, unwilling to mingle with this fate.

At this time, the red flower curtain suddenly wrapped Yi Chen, and Yi Chen stretched out his hands and gently held the thousand-petal lotus.

Suddenly, the petals and the ocean boiled, forming a huge spherical cocoon, surrounding Yi Chen and the blood lotus in the middle, the blood lotus and the petals seemed to have telepathy, the blood red of the lotus turned into countless blood threads, connected to each petal, and the tremor of blood tears of joy seemed to be whispering, telling endless parting feelings.

The blood color of the blood lotus slowly faded, the petals became pale as snow, and the thousands of petals flipped and twisted, turning into a circular roulette, the layers of the roulette wheel were like the annual rings of the towering giant trees, rotating fast or slow in a circle, the complex patterns on it flickered, and countless pictures intersected, sometimes it was a vast and boundless brilliant starry sky, sometimes it was a hazy and ethereal nebula flow, and sometimes it was a flickering planet that flickered like a lamp and was reborn.

As the picture changed, the petals of those palms shaped like prayers slowly reacted, emitting a faint light, and scenes flashed in the light. There are many people in every scene, but there is only one protagonist, and the bits and pieces from life to death are presented one by one. As if a flower is a world, each petal carries a person's life, and everyone's soul is condensed into this petal flower, people and flowers, flowers and people, as if they are one.

"Could it be ......" Yi Chen seemed to think of something, "Soul...... Memory...... , Is this the flower of the road to hell, and I'm already dead?" a bitter smile tugged at the corner of Yi Chen's mouth.

Those awakened memory flowers, under the traction of the white lotus's blood, flew into the endless time and space, becoming one of the bright red.

Time flies, time and space flow, in the long passage of time and space, when all the petals are classified into the roulette time and space, what is presented in front of Yi Chen is a long or short red mark in the bright galaxy, just like a flowing blood vessel, turning the bittersweet years of countless people into eternity in the memory cycle.

The giant wheel of time and space rotated slowly, the red blood seemed to be flowing slowly, and the endless starry sky gradually moved closer to the roulette wheel and gradually merged into it, becoming a complex three-dimensional nebula pattern on the roulette wheel, and the red imprints on it became the most vivid color among them.

The giant wheel was formed, both like an entity and an illusion, suddenly submerged into Yi Chen's chest, and was tightly wrapped on his heart like a ring, and the blood veins in the wheel extended, covering Yi Chen's whole body.