Ling Tiansu did not hide either, although there were many places to cover outside the sinkhole.

But this national teacher's divine sense is so powerful, even if he has the qi layer left by Wu Ying on the surface of his body that is isolated from the outside world, at such a close distance, he can't help but be aware of it.

The national teacher Tianming looked indifferent and crushed a fire again.

looked at the two people under him with a blank eye, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a cruel smile.

"I didn't look for you, but you took the initiative to send it to the door......"

Ling Tiansu didn't say any nonsense, stepped on it hard, stepped out a golden thunderbolt, and rushed towards the heavenly pit.

National Teacher Tianming slowly raised his palm, and the moment his palm was raised, the flowing fire in the sinkhole suddenly became disordered.

A muffled rumble of spatial dislocation was heard above the sky.

In a very short period of time, the national teacher Tianming drove the momentum of heaven and earth with the power of his palm, and the raised palm did not make any movement.

But at this moment, his mind moved!

As the mind dispersed, the space began to violently turbulent.

Looking at Ling Tiansu, who was getting closer and closer to the heavenly pit, the national teacher Tianming had lost his last patience.

Although he planted a brand on Ling Tiansu, Wu Ying and others.

But he has the poison of the ghost baby in his body, and he can't leave here, and he must use the power of fire to maintain his current disastrous body.

Now, these two people took the initiative to send it to the door.

He must sacrifice them as soon as possible in exchange for the awakening of his companions.

Then, with the help of his companions, he went to find a new pair of skins to change into.

Feeling the terrifying pressure descending on his head, even every insignificant and weightless dust that fell in the air was stained with a terrifying death aura that made people's hearts palpitate.

The golden thunder under Ling Tiansu's feet did not have the slightest intention of dissipating and stopping.

He straightened forward, his expression calm, as if the breath that was about to blow him to slag was nothing more than a breeze on his face.

Wu Ying made a move......

Without warning, the quiet and solemn place echoed with the sound of a sword unsheathed and a sad song.

The song is ancient and mournful, it is the sound of countless weeping from hell that will never be born, singing the sad song of the world and majestic mountains and rivers.

The pale hand held the blood-red blade, and the blade of the Blood Song sword stopped trembling, and the sad song in the sword did not have the slightest intention of stopping.

Wu Ying raised his sword.

"Rise!"

The blood-red blade of the sword was raised, entwined with wisps of gloomy ghostly energy.

The breath of death instantly fell into a frozen state at the moment when the sword was raised, and the sound of the rumbling in the sky was also muffled by the sound of this sword song.

Wu Ying, who entered the state of battle, stood there so simply, but he suddenly had an awe-inspiring sense of inviolability.

The eyes were as strong as blood, and the sword intent in his hands was raging!

With just one sword, the aura of death driven by the palm of the national teacher Tianming was shattered.

The national teacher Tianming's eyebrows sank, and when he was interfered by Wu Ying's action, he saw Ling Tiansu turn into a golden lightning bolt and jump into the sinkhole without any hindrance.

The frost leaves were cold, and this time Ling Tiansu was not only blessed by the seventy Hao Weather Tricks in his body.

His body was no longer disturbed by the breath of the National Teacher Tianming.

In his heyday, he clenched the frost leaf in his hand, and the male Yuan power was constantly poured into the frost blade.

Although the frost spit out by the blade was instantly evaporated by the high temperature in the sinkhole.

But with the blessing of Ling Tiansu's Yuan Force, the blade of the Frost Leaf Blade Handle was still able to maintain a cold touch.

The mirror-like blade is no longer as easily inserted into the inner wall as it was last time.

With a soft click, Ling Tiansu stabilized his falling body.

The golden thunder on the soles of the boots did not dissipate, and the thunder seed in the body continued to release the power of thunder frost.

Under Ling Tiansu's skillful control, the golden thunder and lightning under his feet opened up a thin sheet to resist the unbearable high temperature scorching for ordinary people here.

Ling Tiansu held the knife in one hand to stabilize his body, and with the other hand the light flickered, he took out a flint from the space ring.

The material of the flint is made of unknown reasons, it is warm to the touch, dark red in color, and even under the scorching heat of this sinkhole, there is no trace of heat.

Ling Tiansu cast his gaze under him, his eyes slightly condensed.

His palms spread out, and the flint rose from the ground under the control of his Yuan Force.

Facing the sudden surging flames of the sinkhole like a sea of fire under him, Ling Tiansu's body quickly shifted to avoid it, and his shot was like electricity!

He manipulated the dark red flint with great precision and submerged into the flames.

It wasn't until the firelight was about to break out of the sinkhole that Ling Tiansu recalled the flint with his Yuan Force.

Ling Tiansu frowned, holding the flint in his hand that had swirled in the firelight, with a solemn expression.

He stared at the bead in his hand, and the color was still dark red.

There was no fire in it, and the temperature of the flint was still cold.

...... with Fang Cai There is no other way.

Ling Tiansu frowned, although he was not as good as Wu Ying, he knew everything about the divine fire in this sinkhole.

But it can also be seen that this flint did not successfully collect and carry the fire.

Why is that?

Could it be that he did it wrong?

Clenching the flint in his hand, he did not rush to leave this hot place, but fell into deep thought......

Outside the sinkhole, the national teacher Tianming slowly floated to the earth, looking at Wu Ying with deep and gloomy eyes, and the hatred was strong.

"Today, you will all die!"

The five blood swords that were originally inserted into his body by Wu Ying had already left his body at this moment, standing in the air, wrapping him in it.

As his words fell, one of the darkest blood-colored short swords buzzed sideways, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at Wu Ying.

I saw him flick his fingers at the end of the hilt of the bloody sword.

The blood-colored short sword burst out with an astonishing roar, flying towards Wu Ying.

Wu Ying's expression did not move, and the terrifying sword on the opposite side that was enough to penetrate the mountain did not even change the peak of his eyebrows.

He indifferently raised his sword, then stabbed out.

The blood-red long sword stabbed straight out, and the blade did not erupt with an astonishing roar like the blood sword.

But in the sky above that Blood Song Sword, the unparalleled sword intent condensed into a violent blood-colored dragon in an instant.

Jiaolong goes to sea, the momentum is like thunder!

Wu Ying was in the realm of Anlu, and he could cut off the head of a Tongyuan powerhouse with the sword in his hand.

Now, he himself has become a cultivator of the Tongyuan realm.

On the other side, the national teacher who was a realm reincarnation older than him, not to mention that he was able to successfully cut off his head with a sword.

But for this oncoming first sword, it will not be very embarrassing.

The blood-red little sword, which castrated extremely quickly, stabbed lightly......

It didn't succeed in biting on the tip of the blood-red sword, but it was swallowed by the blood sea dragon above the blood song sword.

The jingle came from the dragon's belly.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Ying indifferently put away his sword, and the moment he collected it, he had already disappeared in place.

And the sword intent dragon condensed in mid-air exploded inch by inch under the erosion of the blood-red little sword.

The sword intent of the blood song like rain scattered scattered, falling on the ground.

The already ruined earth suddenly became full of holes.

The eyes of the old Taoist of the national teacher suddenly widened, and the two blood swords behind him turned sharply, and at the same time flew in one direction.

Ding, ding, ding, the blood-colored sword blade pushed away the two blood-colored short swords, and then the tip of the sword was unstoppably pointed towards the national teacher's vest.

The national teacher didn't turn around, and his eyes became more and more cold and seeping.

A strip of black-blue blood flowed from the center of his hideous eyebrows, and the withered old palm under the sleeve robe pressed down fiercely, making a flame palm print.

The fiery fiery palm prints appeared and dissipated in an instant.

And above the heads of the two of them, a terrifying black vortex collapsed, and above the black vortex was a huge palm print like a mountain.

At the edge of the palm print, a blazing fire burned.

The flames were swept into the whirlpool, and in an instant, the huge black vortex was dyed with a fierce firelight, as if it could burn everything in the earth.

Wu Ying's sword blade suddenly stopped, watching the ground explode and collapse under his feet.

In the cracks that opened, a blazing flame erupted, igniting the corners of his clothes.

The huge palm print continued to oppress down, as if it controlled a huge vortex of black fire below.

The entire space began to turbulent, and the countless corpses of the Xiaoyang people in the territory of the Xiaoyang Kingdom directly turned into charcoal and were swept into the distance by the fierce wind carried by the vortex.

Wu Ying slashed down with his backhand, cutting off the corner of his burning clothes.

Looking at the black corners of his clothes that burned to ashes, he suddenly laughed.

"You want to burn my body?" he said

With his arms outstretched, standing between this heaven and earth, under the swirling palm print, the momentum of the whole person has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The firelight reflected his pale and evil smile, which was clearly a young man's high-spirited attitude, but he was born with a feeling of experiencing the vicissitudes of life.

"I have walked across the Nai He Bridge, and Meng Po soup can't completely wash my memory! I've seen countless flowers blooming, and I can't shake my heart of life and death!"

Wu Ying didn't raise his sword again, he looked at the black and white figure in front of him with his eyes fixed, and took a deep breath of the air of this ancient place.

"My wrecked body has been calcined by the karmic fire of hell! I am a demon who crawls from the depths of Yama to the world for revenge! I will not accept the evidence of the crime given by the ghosts and gods!"

Letting his body be swallowed up by the vortex and palm prints, the tragic blood song was annihilated by Wu Ying's unwilling voice......

The national teacher Tianming suddenly turned around, and looked at the figure that disappeared into the depths of the whirlpool with his eyes wide open.

Just now...... He seemed to understand something from that sentence......

The wrinkles on his face became as deep as a knife, his eyes were as cold as ice, looking at the annihilated figure, and muttering, "What ......are you?" What is it?"

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

Ling Tiansu heard the huge movement of the outside world, and also heard Wu Ying's words with unknown meaning.

He frowned, unable to distract himself from thinking about this, and refocused his gaze on the abyss of fire beneath him.