In mid-air, the mad spirit was wrapped in black mist, and the endless black curtain behind him was like an abyss that he was interested in, and he was opening his mouth with a bloody basin.

Countless wails rang out, like unjust souls from the Nine Hells, winding around the entire battlefield.

Bei Mingyan's breath was sluggish, his face was like gold paper, and he collapsed to the ground. His bones were broken inch by inch, his muscles were completely torn, and he lay on the ground like a puddle of mud.

The raging white flames burned unyieldingly, full of vitality and trying to heal Bei Mingyan's injuries. However, the injury was too severe to heal quickly. The blood had already formed a small pool on the ground, reflecting Bei Mingyan's pale face.

"You two, it's not enough. ”

The mad ghost's face was proud, and the corners of his mouth were hooked with a wicked smile. When his gaze skimmed over Tu Tu and Qin Yang, the cold light flickered, causing the latter's heart to shake suddenly.

Just by facing it, I am already afraid.

"You're still as strong as ever. ”

Qin Yang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, even though he had faced it countless times, he still couldn't stop his legs from trembling.

Without saying a word, the slaughter raised the black and white daggers in his hands, and suddenly a mist that was also as black as ink rose, with billowing transparent black flames, blazing.

The scorching breath spread through the air, raising the temperature here a bit. While it is scorching, it also contains a bone-chilling coldness, which is incomprehensible.

"Yuan Yan's breath has changed a little. ”

The mad spirit looked at the slaughter, and the latter's transparent black flame surged, and the icy murderous aura was released, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, flashing with an icy chill.

"You two, you can't stop me. ”

The smile on the corner of the crazy spirit's mouth deepened, as if he was provocative, and he slowly stretched out his hand, and suddenly a majestic black qi condensed into a huge black dragon in mid-air. With a crazy roar, it brought up a violent wind and waves, and directly pounced on Bei Mingyan, who fell to the ground.

Slaughter's pupils shrank suddenly, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Between the surging black flames, it turned into a sharp long sword, colliding with the black dragon, trembling.

Tu Zai's face was solemn, and his body of black flames continued to erupt, like an endless sea of black flames. The monstrous black flames rose and fell wildly, and the two daggers in black and white were called despair and hope, like two sharp fangs, flashing with cold light, turning into two poisonous fangs of poisonous snakes in the rolling black flames, biting towards the huge black dragon.

Rumble!

The black dragon exploded, the black flame rolled, and the slaughtering figure flashed suddenly, and took over the two daggers that were constantly tumbling in mid-air, and the figure instantly bullied the madness in mid-air.

The mad spirit's eyes were slightly confused, his two arms kept dancing, and suddenly the two vitality skills sounded in mid-air, like thunder, directly shattering the air.

The slaughter was frightened, and he didn't dare to touch it, his body shook, and suddenly six slaughterers attacked the mad monster in mid-air from six directions. The black and white light shone brightly, with an incomparable aura, directly cutting through the air and breaking through the air.

Rumble!

The white flames surged, and Qin Yang knocked out the last trace of Yuan Yan. Suddenly it turned into an elixir-like plant, and the petals opened, and countless flames erupted from it, all of which stabbed at the mad spirit.

The mad spirit was fearless, his body turned, and the billowing black mist directly attached to his body turned into a black armor, and he forcibly endured the white source flame that came first. With a big hand, the black mist suddenly condensed into a big knife, and a knife was slashed, and there was no track, but with a sharp and incomparable aura.

Black shadows surged, and a huge sword shadow instantly skimmed over the bodies of the six slaughterers, shattering them all. The blade slashed across the mountain on the other side, slashing it straight down, and the fault was as smooth as a mirror.

In mid-air, the figure of slaughter suddenly appeared above the madness, holding the two daggers of despair and hope in both hands, and descended from the sky, intending to directly pierce the madness's head.

As if he had already understood the idea of slaughter, the mad demon did not raise his head, and directly raised a black mist from his back. The black mist turned into a pair of huge wings, and the wings shook, and suddenly brought rolling wind and waves.

The slaughter's pupils shrank, and the huge wings struck with the sound of breaking through the sky, as if breaking through the shackles of space, and came in an instant.

In desperation, the slaughter could only cross his arms, and the black qi erupted wildly, but he was still knocked away by a blow. The figure turned into a streamer of light, smashed directly into the ground, and disappeared without a trace.

Qin Yang was furious, and a body of flames instantly rose into the sky, turning into a huge Ding Furnace. The violent suction came from it, and the billowing black mist was suddenly like boiling water, constantly being pulled into the huge furnace.

The flames rolled, and countless black mist were refined in it. Qin Yang's face was solemn, his handprints changed, and the huge baptism suddenly pointed to the indifferent madness in mid-air.

The huge baptism constantly pulled the mad spirit into the Ding furnace, the mad spirit changed color, and the vitality of the whole body exploded wildly, resisting the huge suction force.

Behind, the slaughter that had disappeared into the ground suddenly appeared, with a trace of blood still on the corner of his mouth, and his face was a little pale. With their arms crossed, the two daggers shimmered with a cold light, turning into two sharp beams of light that were about to pierce directly into the madman's back.

The mad spirit was startled, and his vitality rolled, and he directly knocked the slaughter away again, but because he was distracted by the huge suction force, he was directly sucked into the burning furnace.

Thundered!

The flames turned into a canopy, directly suppressing the madness.

The rumbling sound kept coming, and the huge furnace continued to deform. Among them, the black mist surged, and the flames could not be suppressed at all.

Qin Yang's face was solemn, his handprints kept being punched, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted out and landed on the huge Ding furnace in front of him. Suddenly, the Ding furnace became as red as blood, which was very weird.

The majestic power is constantly released, and the breath of palpitations emanates from it.

Rumble!

Qin Yang's mouth spurted blood, after all, he couldn't withstand the mad spirit's violent attack. In mid-air, the Ding furnace shattered, turned into countless fires, and dissipated between heaven and earth.

The mad monster appeared, and a black mist kept surging, like a demon god who had descended into the world, looking at the world.

"You forced me!"

The corners of Qin Yang's mouth were bloody, and he roared angrily, and a Ding furnace similar to the previous one suddenly appeared in his hand. This furnace is no more than the size of a palm, but it exudes a faint halo, as crystal clear as glass. A faint aura of destruction emanated from it, with an incomparably vast might.

Mad Spirit's face was solemn, but he was not afraid.

"The secret treasure of the lower grade of the ground level is the same level as the spear before. ”

The mad spirit admired indifferently, but did not care.

Qin Yang snorted coldly, didn't say a word, and directly sacrificed the Ding Furnace.

Suddenly, the palm-sized Ding Furnace emitted countless brilliance, like glass, and countless divine brilliance sprinkled the earth.

A huge suction force came from inside the Ding Furnace, even more so than the martial arts that Qin Yang had unleashed. The Ding furnace exudes countless brilliance, like a god general, shocking the world.

The madness changed, and with a loud shout, a black mist rolled out, turning into a big hand covering the sky, and swept away Qin Yang, who was controlling the Ding Furnace.

"To deal with such a secret treasure, of course, you have to fight against the user, after all, you are only an alchemist, and you have little combat experience, so you don't know how to use the secret treasure to protect yourself. ”

Crazy and contemptuous, Qin Yang regretted it, but he had strong skills, but he was never able to fully display his due combat power.

This book was first published on Kanshu.com