The lava seeped out of the rock wall, without a trace of heat, and turned into pure, cold blood flowing slowly.

Like flesh and blood bursting on the rubble, it slid down with a crisp sound of hard touch, and finally fell to the ground, mixed with the molten lava.

The High Priest and Zhao Qingsong walked all the way, and everywhere they passed were ruins and broken walls, and these scars and broken walls were the flesh and blood of the fire beasts.

The High Priest was not a brainless man, and after he accidentally obtained the molten stone, he began to plot this qiē and practiced a secret technique of soul melting in the Holy See.

With his cultivation at the pinnacle of the human world, he was sure that as long as the flame beast had a spiritual communication with him, he would be able to subdue the flame beast and successfully melt the spirit.

But what he never expected was that even though he had already rampage through the body of the flame beast, destroying the qi qi that could be seen, the flame beast still did not have any communication with him.

The overdrawn body gradually felt tired, and a sense of powerlessness spread through his heart, and the high priest stopped his movements and rested for a while.

The body of the flame beast seemed to be boundless, and it was normal for the high priest to be consumed by the stomach acid of the flame beast first, and then all the way to the strong, at this time, it was normal to be tired.

However, Zhao Qingsong, who was more seriously injured, did not dare to stop at all, since he chose to be a dog, he must have the consciousness of being a dog, even if he is tired to death, he must help the master to do things with a sigh of relief, otherwise the owner who looks at him unpleasantly will inevitably cook him and eat stew.

At the expense of the realm along the way, Zhao Qingsong, who had overdrawn all the true yuan in his body, gritted his teeth and was still bombarding the way ahead.

The High Priest of the Judgment half-crouched down, glued a touch of molten slurry with his fingertips, and frowned suddenly.

The molten slurry has no heat, and it is as cold as well water in winter!

However, this is the blood of the flame beast, how can it not have a trace of heat?

When the High Priest realized something, he closed his eyes, sank his mind into his heart, and began to feel it with his heart.

The Divine Powers can naturally manipulate minds. However, no matter how powerful a cultivator is, it is impossible for him to use his mind to travel the world, and most of the attacks of his mind must be at a short distance, and the range of his mind is not too large, and if he wants to perceive a large area, what he can feel will be extremely blurry.

The High Priest of the Judgment had average talent in terms of ideas and perception, and could only be regarded as decent, but with the foundation of cultivation, he could expand the scope of the blur, so he sensed a faint breath.

There were two breaths, one extremely rapid. A little slower.

The high priest knew that this was the breath of Zhang Xiaodao and Nalan Chu, of course he didn't pay too much attention to this kind of ant, he wanted to sense the existence of the flame beast, but he didn't notice any breath after all.

............

At this time, Zhang Xiaodao, who was in tears, began to breathe heavily.

This feeling is familiar, and the strong sense of sadness is like the death of his fat father after the First World War in Lingyin County.

After he walked through the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of this life with the flame beast, when he reached the final stage, he could clearly feel the loneliness and loneliness in the heart of the flame beast who had lived for too long, and the unwillingness and attachment in the face of death.

He knew that the flame beast wanted to live, but in the end, the flame beast still resolutely and decisively chose to merge with him.

Choosing to melt is just another way to die. Zhang Xiaodao understood that this was a gift given to him by the flame beast before he died, and he asked himself if he could afford this kind of gift.

Zhang Xiaodao has never been a greedy person, and his original purpose in giving the True Yuan to the Flame Beast was not to save the Flame Beast. And just trying to save themselves.

And the flame beast finally gave him his life, this was not an equal deal, Zhang Xiaodao was ashamed of this, for which he could only cry bitterly.

After weeping bitterly. The only thing Zhang Xiaodao could do was to kill all the people who killed the flame beasts, but his enemies were too strong.

Nalan Chu didn't know what Zhang Xiaodao was thinking. Just pursed her red lips and helped him up.

Zhang Xiaodao opened his eyes, looked at the lava heart that stopped beating in front of him, clenched his fists, and said softly, "Wait for me here." ”

Although the voice of the words was very soft, Nalan Chu understood Zhang Xiaodao's thoughts at this moment, and she immediately grabbed Zhang Xiaodao's hand and pulled it extremely hard.

Zhang Xiaodao didn't break free, just looked at Nalan Chu, who had just cried and laughed with him, and said, "I'm not going to die." ”

Nalan Chu didn't answer, one hand turned into two, she clenched it tightly, and her face was firm.

Zhang Xiaodao felt the warmth in Nalan Chu's hand, grinned the corners of his mouth, put his other hand on the top of Nalan Chu's head, and stroked her short: "It's really okay." ”

Nalan Chu shook his head.

Zhang Xiaodao looked helpless, looking at Nalan Chu's aggrieved appearance, except for sighing, it seemed that he couldn't do anything.

Nalan Chu finally spoke: "I can't go." ”

Zhang Xiaodao shook his head and said, "I'm strong now." ”

Nalan Chu was silent, no longer speaking, but his hands were a little harder.

Zhang Xiaodao looked at Nalan Chu, put his other hand on the back of her head, and pulled forward fiercely.

Nalan Chu staggered forward, Zhang Xiaodao did not hesitate, his head was slightly on one side, and it was fiercely imprinted on her red lips.

Nalan Chu's lips were a little cold, Zhang Xiaodao didn't go further, just let go of it at the touch of a button, and then let go of Nalan Chu.

Nalan Chu's whole person was a little stunned by this kiss, and he looked at Zhang Xiaodao with a smile, and the hand that he was holding couldn't help but let go.

Zhang Xiaodao grinned and said, "Wait for me here." ”

After speaking, he pulled out that hand and volleyed all the way up.

Nalan Chu, who didn't come back to her senses at all, watched Zhang Xiaodao disappear from her field of vision, feeling the tension of the deer's ramming, but she didn't have time to keep Zhang Xiaodao.

............

Walking out of the atrium of the flame beast, Zhang Xiaodao pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "Woman, that's it." Then with a smile on his face, he walked all the way forward.

The flame beast has melted with him, and although the flame beast has passed away at this time, the body left behind is always exuding a sense of closeness to Zhang Xiaodao.

This sense of closeness can allow Zhang Xiaodao to do a lot of things, but he still doesn't have the confidence to kill the old man in black and the high priest of the judgment.

Because his cultivation is too low after all.

But even so, Zhang Xiaodao has to do it, this is his explanation of the flame beast, and it is also an explanation of his acceptance of the flame beast's soul melting.

And this also prompted him to kiss Nalan Chu boldly, because he really didn't know whether he was dead or alive in the end.

At this time, he must also admit that he likes Nalan Chu, a girl who dares to love and hate, but his habitual thinking of monogamy makes him feel guilty.

So Nalan Chu asked before, "Do you have anything better to mention?" Zhang Xiaodao didn't dare to answer at all, and didn't even dare to look at her eyes.

But now the situation is no longer the same, and before he gives it a go, he naturally has to follow his inner feelings.

The Falling Snow Knife unsheathed in his rhythmic pace, his face flushed slightly, and a fresh force transformed his vitality into a different shape.

When Zhang Xiaodao poured his vitality into the falling snow knife, the falling snow knife emitted a trace of steam, and the blade began to gradually turn red, and there was a hidden flow of molten slurry, which brightly illuminated the space he was walking in.

Zhang Xiaodao came with a knife in his hand, and walked towards the high priest of the judgment and the old man in black in a bright light!

The High Priest of the Ruling and Zhao Qingsong's expressions froze at this moment, as if they sensed something, they broke through the barrier in front of them and came to the other end of the labyrinth,

Zhang Xiaodao is standing here with a knife!

The ruling high priest looked at Zhang Xiaodao for some reason, and the old man in black, Zhao Qingsong, felt a little wrong.

Zhang Xiaodao, whose killing intent was already boiling, didn't talk nonsense, and let out a muffled snort.

A puff of smoke erupted from Zhang Xiaodao's nostrils, and he began to pass the border with a magical but extremely strange look.

A crack in his forehead began to spread, running down vertically to his jaw, where the molten slurry overflowed and flowed up to his neck.

His body also began to tear apart at this moment, and the mysterious lines on his chest directly burned the clothes into flying ashes, revealing a pattern that Zhang Xiaodao felt looked like Pikachu.

It's just that this pattern is not funny,

Seeing this pattern, the high priest of the ruling suddenly became furious in his heart, and when he saw this, he couldn't see that Zhang Xiaodao had succeeded in melting his soul one step ahead of him, and couldn't help but regret why he hadn't killed Zhang Xiaodao first.

Zhang Xiaodao's eyes were full of molten slurry, flames erupted, he stepped in front of the old man in black, and the long knife turned into a flame and flew out.

The old man in black only saw a glimmer of light, he had broken one foot at this time, and he was unable to move easily, coupled with the overdraft consumption along the way, he was unable to mobilize his body to respond effectively for a while.

The fierce killing intent struck first in mid-air like a sharp sword.

The High Priest of the Verdict, who didn't want to see the old man in black dead, stepped in front of the old man and stretched out his blood-red palm, which seemed to him to be enough.

But at this time, Zhang Xiaodao's figure flashed, and the sword light and his body turned into an afterimage.

Zhang Xiaodao, who was desperate, opened the divine wheel again, and wiped out the ruling high priest with lightning speed.

The High Priest of the Judgment never thought that Zhang Xiaodao could have such a degree, and at the same time that his eyes became an illusion, several sparks were in front of his eyes.

Zhang Xiaodao passed through the High Priest of Judgment, holding the knife in his right hand and striking with his left hand, and the long knife turned into a flame streamer.

Zhao Qingsong, who was relieved when the high priest came to him, never thought that Zhang Xiaodao would come to his eyes like this.

A flash of fire pierced through his empty belly, and Zhang Xiaodao's body came to Zhao Qingsong's face, and he abandoned the knife directly. opened his arms and gave him a warm hug under Zhao Qingsong's incredible eyes.

Zhao Qingsong was embraced by Zhang Xiaodao, and there was still the handle of the falling snow knife on his lower abdomen, but this didn't seem to stop Zhang Xiaodao's enthusiasm.

He only felt a scorching heat burning, and he was hugged by Zhang Xiaodao, and he hugged the dry body.

Zhang Xiaodao has only one thing to do at this time, that is, to melt Zhao Qingsong with a warm hug! (To be continued......

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