Prince Wanli finally rushed to the top of the mountain.

Behind him, Zhang Juzheng and a group of soldiers from the prince's army followed.

"What is he doing?!"

Seeing that there were only two people on the top of the mountain, Fan Li and Lu Fubao, Zhang Juzheng couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

In particular, Fan Li was tinkering with some strange object.

It looked like he had taken out of the storage spirit treasure, which was made of several tough and strong yellow rosewood stands, covered with a sturdy deerskin of a colorful spirit deer.

The colorful deer is huge, and the skin of an adult male deer can be more than two zhang long and one zhang wide.

The deerskin is cut into triangles and propped up by a huanghuali bracket.

"Umbrella?"

"No, it's not an umbrella."

"It's not a spiritual treasure, but there is no aura at all?"

Zhang Juzheng was puzzled in his heart, and Prince Wanli also glanced at Fan Li.

"Dying?"

"You can't even take out a decent spiritual treasure, waste!"

Wanli sneered twice, and then he had to do it.

Lu Fubao moved faster!

She held a bamboo tube in her hand, pulled the stopper, and immediately fireworks soared into the sky.

"A distress signal?" Prince Wanli sneered: "It's too late, even if there are Mahayana realm masters coming from afar, it is impossible to stop this prince from killing you two at such a distance!" ”

"Stupid, didn't you notice that there were five people missing?" Lu Fubao was a girl, and couldn't help but refute.

Fan Li shook his head when he heard this.

At the moment of life and death, there are many taboo words.

"Hurry up." He lowered his voice.

Lu Fubao's words at least aroused Zhang Juzheng's vigilance.

"Prince be careful! They set up a formation at the top of the mountain! ”

A gust of mountain wind blew, revealing the cinnabar array hidden by the dirt.

Eight hot hells!

Every cinnabar in the formation is like tumbling magma.

The entire top of the mountain looks like a volcanic crater about to erupt!

"Kill you first!"

Prince Wanli also found that he was calculated, but he still didn't take Fan Li and Lu Fubao seriously.

He raised his right hand high, and another ray of red sunlight condensed into his fist.

"You're too slow."

Lu Fubao said, taking half a step back and approaching Fan Li.

She held a crystal ball in her hand, exuding a hint of coolness.

[Fire Bead] can only shelter Lu Fubao alone, she doesn't know what Fan Li's means of fire fighting, but she hopes that the Fire Bead can take care of him a little bit.

The next moment!

Nine Yin Yin Flames erupted from the array!

The top of the lonely mountain was instantly submerged by the yin fire!

"Ah!!!!h

"What kind of fire is this?"

"Jindan Realm, stick it and die?!"

"The prince saves his subordinates, save his subordinates!"

Prince Wanli is furious!

At the moment when the [Eight Heat Hells] broke out, he protected his body with a dragon-like majestic qi.

Zhang Juzheng and several pro-army commanders were also unscathed in the outbreak of the first yin fire.

However, ordinary soldiers only have the cultivation of the Jindan Realm, where can they withstand the strongest killing array of Lu Fubao in the Yuanying Realm?!

"You ...... Withdraw first! ”

The prince of Wanli was angry and reluctantly agreed to allow the soldiers to retreat down the mountain.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

With the lonely mountain as the center, a thunderous sound erupted in five directions around it at the same time!

Immediately, each of the five Yin Flames ignited a forest, and quickly spread into a huge sea of fire!

In the middle of the sea of fire, there is the lonely mountain where Prince Wanli is located.

Up and down the mountain, it's a purgatory-like desperate situation.

"Lone is going to kill you!!!"

Prince Wanli was completely furious.

He couldn't accept that in a state of absolute superiority, all the prince's pro-army was actually calculated by a woman?

No!

Not this woman's problem!

Originally, he and thousands of pro-troops would not have run to the top of the mountain at all.

It's Fan Li!

It was he who suddenly appeared at the top of the mountain, shouting and luring himself into leading the army to the mountain.

The dignified Chu Jin Gong, with a golden body, actually sacrificed himself as bait?

"Two hot hells!" Lu Fubao said coquettishly.

The mountaintop array erupted a second red flame, but the temperature was several times stronger than just now.

Even with Haoran Qi to protect his body, Prince Wanli also found it difficult to walk.

It was as if he had returned to the [Flaming Mountain], and this feeling made him feel endless hatred.

"When the sun and the moon are in the sky, the Ming Dynasty will last forever!"

Wanli launched the [Sun and Moon Xuanjing].

A ray of sunshine fell on him, and he suddenly felt much lighter.

Wanli raised his feet again, took three steps in one breath, and saw that he was in front of Fan Li and Lu Fubao.

"Hahahaha!"

"All die to Lonely!"

He raised his right fist and was about to slam it down.

"Three hot hells." Lu Fubao said softly.

"Ah~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!h

The fire of hell erupted several times hotter than just now.

Wanli screamed, his face distorted in pain.

Behind him, thousands of soldiers couldn't even scream, and most of them instantly turned to ashes in the blazing heat of the Three Heat Hells.

"Lone and you guys fight!"

Wanli's right fist reached forward, still containing the powerful light of the sun.

But the sleeve of his right hand had been burned to the ground, and the skin of his arm was covered with burn marks.

"Four hot hells!" Lu Fubao sweated on his forehead.

Urging such a killing array is also a great burden for her.

Wanli opened his mouth, and he couldn't make any sound.

His fist stretched forward slowly, and as long as he could touch Lu Fubao, he could blast her to death with one punch.

Kill the people of the main formation first, and then kill Fan Li!

"Ahem!"

"Five...... Hot hell! ”

Lu Fubao bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of red blood.

The heat is beyond words!

The murderous intent in Prince Wanli's eyes retreated, and only horror remained!

He was in pain, he turned around, he wanted to run.

But even if it was just a simple turning action, it seemed to have hollowed out Wanli's whole body strength.

"You, don't try to run."

"Wood makes fire, it is the common sense of the five elements."

"In this array, the eye of the array is the door of death, and the five directions that lead the fire are all the gates of life."

"Draw yin and fire into the yang, yin and yang are combined, and the power is multiplied."

On Lu Fubao's pink cheeks, there was finally a winner's smile.

Her voice slowed, getting weaker.

"Miss Ben...... Gathered the five elements, yin and yang, life and death...... It should burn you. ”

"It's a pity that there are not enough people, eight hot hells...... Missing three heats...... Dislike. ”

"Fan Li, you must praise me for ......"

After speaking, Lu Fubao's eyes closed, and he actually stood and passed out.

Behind her, Fan Li's standing position was empty at some point.

Fan Li disappeared?

The next second.

Prince Wanli was about to be engulfed by the Five Heat Hells, but a waterfall-like blue light enveloped him.

Haoran Qi is as solid as flowing water!

This Haoran Waterfall was not sent by Prince Wanli, it came from another person present.

Zhang Juzheng!

In the lonely mountain, Zhang Juzheng was the only one unscathed!

Being in the center of the eye of the Five Heat Hells, he didn't even burn out half of the corners of his clothes.

However, Zhang Juzheng, who was originally full of black hair, became a white-headed old man in an instant.

His beautiful hair hanging down his chest was also as white as snow.

The [Eight Heat Hell] formation lost the main formation, and the yin fire quickly dissipated in the heaven and earth.

With the lonely mountain as the center, the radius of several miles has been burned to the ground!

Thousands of princes' own troops died not one left, only in the five ignition directions, there were still five weak spiritual qi, and they were the last few people who guarded Fan Li's trip.

The team sent by the Ming Dynasty to Yunmeng Mountain was only the dying Zhang Juzheng and the burned Prince Wanli.

"Alas!" Zhang Juzheng sighed: "The minister has spent a hundred years of life with the family secret method, and finally returned the peace of His Highness." Today's tribulation, I hope Your Highness will always remember. ”