The moment Zhang Xiaodao hugged Zhao Qingsong, his arms turned into black rocks, and the molten mud spread.

The scorching stinging sensation made Zhao Qingsong not have time to breathe, his two arms were completely melted, but Zhang Xiaodao continued to tighten and hugged more enthusiastically.

A warm hug is bound to be face-to-face, face-to-face.

Zhao Qingsong's half-old face was reflected at this time, and he looked at Zhang Xiaodao's inhuman cheeks, accompanied by the huge pain in his body, and a sense of fear filled his heart.

Zhang Xiaodao's cheeks were black and rock-colored, like countless cracks cracking in the surface of the Flame Desert, and in this crack there was molten lava, scattering a suffocating heat wave.

His eyes were bursting with flames, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he pressed his chest against Zhao Qingsong's chest.

A soft sound suddenly sounded, and the hilt of the falling snow long knife sank into Zhao Qingsong's abdomen and shot out.

In the chest that was clinging to it, the flame beast pattern came out of its body and burrowed into Zhao Qingsong's body, and all the water in Zhao Qingsong's only remaining dry body was instantly steamed.

The sea of qi has been broken, and the sanity has been mixed.

Zhao Qingsong's only consciousness was that he was unwilling to die, but his hard body that had resisted Zhang Xiaodao was Qingling's arrow did not provide him with the slightest resistance strength.

His body began to melt.

The first to collapse was his head, a lump of molten slurry that flowed down his cheeks, smoothing his wrinkles and melting his flesh.

Half of the collapsed cheeks revealed white bones, but at this time the bones were no longer white, but red, and finally turned into a burning candle, sinking layer by layer.

The huge hole in his right chest began to burn, as if he had lit a fire fold in the center of the rice paper, spreading rapidly, burning countless flesh and blood into ashes.

Zhang Xiaodao's enthusiastic hug became tighter and tighter, and Zhao Qingsong, whom he embraced, began to get smaller and smaller.

The High Priest of the Judgment looked at this scene and for some reason his heart trembled. But he didn't make any moves, knowing that it was too late to save Zhao Qingsong in this short period of time.

He looked at Zhang Xiaodao, who was just from the Spirit Source Realm, hatefully, took out a pocket dagger on his waist, and cut his palm without hesitation.

A smell of blood suddenly dissipated, and the High Priest of the Judgment twitched his nose with pleasure, and his blood dripped down his palms to the ground, smashing into a deep pit.

Half of his body melted, and Zhao Qingsong finally let out an unwilling howl between the lightning and flint.

But when he screamed, the hot molten slurry melted his throat, and his voice stopped abruptly, leaving only a gaping mouth on a terrifying cheek. and silent choking in the throat.

Zhang Xiaodao's warm embrace completely melted him!

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Zhao Qingsong turned into a pool of thick black water under Zhang Xiaodao's feet, emitting a foul smell, diluting the blood in the space.

Zhang Xiaodao turned around and looked at the High Priest of the Judgment who knew that he was too late to stop it, so he was ready to kill his own High Priest of Judgment by the strongest means.

The High Priest of the Ruling didn't seem to be in a hurry to make a move, even though Zhang Xiaodao had just shown the terrifying strength that made his heart tremble, he still felt that Zhang Xiaodao was just an ant.

Zhang Xiaodao, who was just an ant, was in a hurry, and he knew that all he could rely on was the ability of the soul melter and the divine wheel in his mind.

If it's a head-to-head showdown. He would never be able to shake the miserable High Priest who had been stained with countless blood all his life.

So his choice was extremely simple, and after this step, he disappeared from the eyes of the High Priest of Judgment.

The High Priest didn't care that Zhang Xiaodao was untraceable, he had already seen it once. If you suffer a loss, you will naturally not be fooled again.

Entering the Destiny Realm, he will have an extremely keen change in the vitality around him, if it weren't for Zhang Xiaodao's sudden arrival just now, Zhao Qingsong lost another kick. He can at least react to dodge a fatal blow.

And the ruling high priest was naturally countless times stronger than Zhao Qingsong, but he didn't listen to the voice of the vitality of this world.

He just put the severed palm he had just cut on his chest, and suddenly his blood soared!

Zhang Xiaodao came to the high priest of the judgment without surprise. Kill the pig knife out of the sheath!

The cowhide scabbard rubbed against the pig-killing knife with a sharp sound, Zhang Xiaodao's mind was one, and this time "Out of the Sheath" was flawless!

After the pig-killing knife was unsheathed, Zhang Xiaodao's arm began to tremble rapidly, this knife seemed to be just a chop, but it contained all the changes in the "Thirteen Styles of the Wild Knife".

At the same time, Zhang Xiaodao's "Burst of Qi", which he had already learned, turned all the vitality in his body into an attack of thought in the Futu Temple, turning it into a cluster of arrows that could pierce through a qiē and rushed towards the High Priest of the Judgment.

This blow is the strongest blow in Zhang Xiaodao's life!

But the adjudicating high priest is, after all, the adjudicating high priest of the Holy See!

A layer of blood mist shrouded in the bloody body, Zhang Xiaodao's mental attack disappeared in an instant, and the body of the High Priest didn't even shake.

The indestructible pig-killing knife made an extremely sharp friction sound after it came into contact with the blood-colored mist, and the pig-killing knife seemed to have slashed into the body of some hard substance, and was stuck, unable to make any more changes.

Zhang Xiaodao's degree was not worth mentioning at all for the high priest, he just probed with one hand, and touched Zhang Xiaodao's shoulder, and then his five fingers buckled down, making a strange sound of 'Zizi'.

Zhang Xiaodao seemed to be an indestructible lava shoulder, and the endless blood in the hands of the high priest was steamed, and the red mist suddenly filled the air!

But at this time, five fingers had already been buckled into his flesh and blood, and countless amounts of blood were forcibly instilled into Zhang Xiaodao's body.

Zhang Xiaodao didn't know what terrible scenes would arise from being poured into his body by this blood, and the perennial practice of "Wu Fei Ji Ju Shu" gave him the ability to forcibly twist his shoulders.

The twisted shoulders snapped back to the chest at an incredible angle, as if the five fingers embedded in it should be broken under such a large twist.

The High Priest of the Judgment withdrew his hand at this moment, he opened his mouth slightly, spat out a puff of red smoke, and Zhang Xiaodao withdrew his knife and disappeared in front of his eyes.

At this moment, the huge body of the flame beast began to collapse, and countless ruins fell into the red mist, buying a little time for Zhang Xiaodao's evacuation.

The High Priest of the Ruling did not take a step, and the blood had just entered Zhang Xiaodao's body, and Zhang Xiaodao's actions were completely clear in front of his eyes at this time.

He said softly: "Actually, I don't want to kill you, you just melted your spirit, and you haven't completely fused with the flame beast, I want to try if I can pull away!"

Zhang Xiaodao didn't know whether this sentence was true or false, but at this time, his fire-breathing eyes were extinguished, only blood was filled, the things in front of him began to blur, his steps began to float, his mind was chaotic, and he felt that he couldn't mobilize even a trace of vitality!

Under the action of the divine wheel, Zhang Xiaodao's degree was extremely fast, but because of his staggering steps, he knocked himself down and fell on the somewhat soft but extremely cold rocky ground.

The High Priest of Judgment, who had blood as his magical power, came to his eyes and held out a hand.

Zhang Xiaodao knew that this hand was not pulling him up and patting the dust on his body, but to ask for his own life.

But he doesn't seem to have the slightest room to fight back at this time!

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Nalan Chu stood dumbfounded under the huge atrium of the flame beast.

When Zhang Xiaodao just left, she hadn't come back to her senses, she only felt a taste that she had never experienced in her life spreading in her heart, and just after a cup of tea, she didn't have this feeling, but worried.

Zhang Xiaodao accompanied the flame beast through its life in just a quarter of an hour, sharing its joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and she didn't accompany Zhang Xiaodao to cry and laugh in this short period of time.

Therefore, at this moment, no second person will understand better than her why Zhang Xiaodao is desperate, but even if she understands, Nalan Chu does not want Zhang Xiaodao to hit a stone with an egg and give away his life.

So, she began to climb the rock wall with her poor cultivation, but when she finally reached the exit of the atrium, she stopped.

She was afraid that after she walked out of this step, she saw Zhang Xiaodao dead in front of her.

She thought about Zhang Xiaodao's words when she left, and her delicate body closed her hands with some trembling, hoping that Zhang Xiaodao was safe, she gave her trust to Zhang Xiaodao again, and prayed for Zhang Xiaodao.

As if sensing Nalan Chu's power, Zhang Xiaodao's molten hands propped up his body, and the lava on his face seemed to shatter, mottled and fell stones with molten slurry, and smashed on the ground with a crackling sound.

The High Priest's hand came to the top of Zhang's knife and lowered it gently.

Zhang Xiaodao's stubble was a little hard, and the blood in the hands of the high priest flowed, as if he wanted to wash Zhang Xiaodao's hair, but it was equivalent to taking off Zhang Xiaodao's head.

Crimson blood spread across Zhang Xiaodao's face, his sanity drew closer and closer to chaos, his hands finally weakened, and his body fell again.

This scene was naturally expected for the High Priest of the Judgment, who tried to exchange blood for blood, turning Zhang Xiaodao into a puppet at his spiritual disposal, taking advantage of the gap in his short soul melting time, using his blood to stain the soul of the flame beast to separate Zhang Xiaodao, and then carrying out a long period of warmth, deceiving the flame beast to become his soul melting.

This idea is whimsical, but it is worth a try for the High Priest of Judgment, who is well-versed in all laws.

Killing Zhang Xiaodao was not the ultimate goal of his trip, what he wanted to do had always been to melt souls!

When he tried to use his supernatural powers to estrange, he sank his mind, first making sure that Zhang Xiaodao had fallen into a state of suspended animation and entered absolute unconsciousness before slowly moving his hand.

However, this state of suspended animation, for Zhang Xiaodao's only remaining true element, is equivalent to the owner is in danger, and it must save Zhang Xiaodao's life.

So the true yuan was poured into Zhang Xiaodao's body, and in just an instant, all the miscellaneous things in Zhang Xiaodao's body, including the divine power of the ruling high priest, were completely shattered.

The pig-killing knife is out of its sheath again!(To be continued!)

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