Several black dragons entered the water, and the surface of the lake, which was already not small, began to boil violently. The scorching temperature made the spirit seed born in the water crazy, and countless severed palms rushed out of the water, trying to kill Yanqinghe.

But before the severed palm was three meters close to Yanqing River, it was injured by the lit formation. The severed palms in front are gone, and the severed palms in the back are coming forward and one after another.

"You're a formation mage!"

At first, the spirit seed thought that he had a chance to win, how arrogant.

But now it noticed that the severed palms connected to it were cooked one after another, lost their vitality, and fell off its body, and it panicked. Several successive counterattack attacks on the huge formation on the surface of the lake, but only the formation pattern lit up and the severed palm died.

"It shouldn't be like this! The lake water restrains spiritual power, you shouldn't be able to set up a formation. ”

Counterattack after counterattack was routed, and it sensed the extraordinary sound of the formation. The voice was sharp and sharp, shouting towards Yan Qinghe. Coupled with its ruined appearance and dark night scenes, it is really a very netherworld scene.

"Whether you are a human being or a spiritual seed, don't be too absolute."

Two sets of ancient formations were activated in a row, and the spiritual power in Yan Qinghe's body was completely emptied. While he was alerting the stunned Fan Banghua next to him, he also had to blappe with the crazy spirit seed to delay time.

"Ahh I'll kill you! ”

The temperature of the lake water continues to rise, and the water vapor evaporates very quickly. The entire lake was foggy, and the screaming spirit seeds attacked the Yanqing River.

The formation in front of him flickered, and cracks appeared.

Yan Qinghe's eyes darkened, he took out a gun, and suddenly shot towards the spirit seed that was about to be cooked.

The spiritual power bullet not only contains the small formation of spiritual power blasting, but also the mixed toxicity of the Liao Wu clan. The two are superimposed, and even the strongest flesh can't withstand the blasting of the two.

The bullet smewed into the flesh, exploding blood in spikes. In the white mist, it's like fireworks, and it's quite beautiful.

The aroma of cooked meat wafted into the nostrils of the two on the shore. Yan Qinghe's expression remained unchanged, and Fan Banghua, who had returned to his senses, couldn't hold it anymore, and he vomited a lot while holding the tree.

The combination of the taste and the strange aroma of the meat is really not flattering.

Yan Qinghe obviously widened the distance between him and Fan Banghua, and took advantage of the situation to shoot the severed palm that crossed the two of them to save the spirit seed with bullets.

As for the surface of the lake, because of the activity of several black dragons under the formation, the water of the lake has dropped by one-fifth. This speed is extremely fast.

The spirit seed went berserk, and the water droplets condensed, turning into marbles and shooting wildly towards the two of them.

The formation that blocked the Yanqing River shook again, and cracks appeared.

Yan Qinghe's eyes darkened, threw out several spirit stones, strengthened the formation, and finally had the mood to speak, "Even if you attack, I have a lot of spirit stones." ”

The spiritual power is recovering, but the spirit stone has not been cut off. For the formation mage, as long as there are spirit stones, they can form a formation. Even if the smallest formation is integrated into the ancient formation, it can withstand the crazy combo of the spirit seed at the moment.

Seeing that the formation guarding the Yanqing River was about to be broken, it was restored to its integrity in the next moment. This blow is very good for the spiritual seed. It could already clearly sense that it was powerless to break through the huge formation on the lake, so it retreated to kill Yan Qinghe. But this man is also too cunning and has many means, and he is not able to kill him in a short time.

But it can't be given up. If it loses this time, even its true body will be found. There is no need to guess the result, there is only one way to die.

Struggling to survive until now, give it another hundred years and it will be able to completely restore its human form. At that time, it is the real smooth road, so it cannot be compromised here.

Dark red blood flowed from the wounds on his body, and instead of fusing into the boiling water, the blood floated in the air.

"Since you don't want me to live, then I don't want you to ...... either"

"Poof—"

Before the cruel words were finished, a mouthful of blood spit out, and the suspended blood droplets fell into the lake one after another, and before they could completely melt into the water, they were evaporated by the heat wave. For a moment, it turned ashen.

The reddened blood vessels on his body turned blue and purple at some point, and even the wounds on his body were purple. Foul-smelling pus flowed from the wound, and the corrosive sound of stabbing was heard from the scratched skin, drowning in its terrible screams.

"Why! Why is my spiritual power disappearing? Why did my Bloodlash fail? ”

Its rotting hands clawed at its porous skin, but it still couldn't heal the itching and stinging that came from beneath the flesh. At Shangyan Qinghe's calm eyes, it suddenly realized.

"It's you! It has to be you! What did you do? ”

Yan Qinghe didn't have the time to explain to it, and after recovering Sancheng's spiritual power, he drilled into the lake several black dragons. The fire burns and everything burns, including water.

The level of the lake has dropped to a third, and the bottom of the lake has been completely exposed.

At the bottom of the lake, there are dense bones. There are people, there are spirit animals, and there are other spirit species. It is dense, and the true color of the bottom of the lake is almost not visible.

Among the bones, human bones are the largest. There are not tens of thousands, but thousands.

When Fan Banghua saw this scene, his face changed drastically.

Yan Qinghe's eyes were dark, he had already guessed this scene, but it was still shocking to see so many bones covering the bottom of the lake.

He knew that such a slaughtering spirit seed would not be left today.

The fire increased, and the lake water evaporated extremely quickly. Without the shelter of the lake, the terrifying appearance of the lower body of the spirit seed was completely exposed. Under the scorching heat of the dark fire, only half of the severed palms that were originally more than a meter thick in diameter were left supporting the upper body of the spirit seed.

At the end of the severed palm is a pile of corpses.

Yan Qinghe immediately made a decision, no longer left his hand, and completely cut it off under the final counterattack of the spirit seed.

"Ahh

Sensing the purpose of Yan Qinghe, the spirit seed reflexively remedied. However, it relied on this broken palm, but countless broken palms were scorched, and even its lower body could not be maintained, let alone fight back.

With a scream, the severed palm connected to the pile of corpses broke.

The spirit seed that counterattacked flew halfway, and before it could get close to the Yanqing River, it was wiped out. The scream lingered in mid-air for a long time, mixed with the strange smell of meat and white mist, which made people's hearts heavy.

The spirit seed died, and disappeared completely in a way that was almost cooked.

Yan Qinghe waved his hand, and the pile of corpses below was surrounded by earth fire. With a crackling sound, the corpses that had been tortured for thousands of years finally turned into ashes and sank to the bottom of the lake.

He took the black dragon, looked back at Fan Banghua, who couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, and said, "Fill in the lake." ”

"Huh?!"

Fan Banghua came back to his senses and began to fill in the lake.

The corpses in the lake blend with the soil, which really corresponds to the sentence - dust to dust, soil to earth, and prosperity, but a handful of fine sand.

After filling in the lake, Fan Banghua came back to his senses, looked at Yan Qinghe and stopped talking.

Yan Qinghe is not an enthusiastic person, as long as the other party does not take the initiative to speak, he will not care. Except, of course, for those close to you.

Having solved the trouble and making sure that there was no other danger here, he looked at Fan Banghua and asked for payment, "Lingchao Zhu." ”

"Oh."

Fan Banghua handed over the Spirit Tide Bead to Yan Qinghe, and seeing his thoughtful look, he had nothing to say, "This bead was accidentally obtained during the last wave of Spirit Tide." ”

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Dust to dust, dust to dust, and prosperity, but a handful of sand—the Bible

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