The two of them watched the old donkey of the team burn all over their bodies, and at this moment the burning heat and severe pain wrapped them mercilessly, and the two ran wildly, but where can they find any water in this hall?

The slightly clever one quickly threw himself to the ground, and rolled around, but found that the strange flame was burning more and more, and one of them began to cry in panic, screaming: "Help me...... Help me......"

In desperation, he pounced on the other forbidden soldier who was standing beside him without a fire, and almost in a moment, the same fire ignited on the forbidden soldier he was holding. Pinshu mobile terminal

The fear of the unknown made it almost impossible for the Janissaries to hold their swords, and the comrades who were wailing and running in the firelight looked like a terrifying ghost, and they avoided them.

Not only was one running towards his own people in despair, the sergeants had already lost their minds from the scorching pain of the flames, and the other sergeants saw their fiery robes running towards him, and they drew their long knives in terror and slashed at them.

Blood and fire bloomed on one person's body at the same time, like a brilliant demon flower, and the hot blood dripped on the floor tiles of the main hall, giving birth to flower patterns composed of flames.

Although he had been killed by his former brothers, their faces were now somewhat serene, as if all the pain had left him with the blood that flowed, and he closed his eyes and let his body gradually burn into a pile of charcoal.

And when the old man stretched out his hand again, the two forbidden soldiers who had already run some distance suddenly fell into the terrible flames, hissing and howling.

It was the first time Wu Ting had seen such a strange situation, but his actions were much more decisive, for him, as long as it was someone who wanted him to die, even if it was Lu Pu, he would close his eyes and kill him.

What's more, they are just forbidden troops who are not related to him, just in a round of chaos, there are two forbidden soldiers who died in his hands, but this has inspired the morale of the remaining few forbidden soldiers, when they see that the two forbidden soldiers who escaped are now almost charred, they also know that they have no way to retreat, in a desperate situation, they clenched their long swords and aimed at the old man.

"Hey, boy, what are you stunned about!Kill him!Don't let that old guy continue to set fire!" Wu Ting shouted angrily, pulling Qin Ke, who was still in a dream, back to reality, and between the words, there were already forbidden troops rushing towards the old man.

In fact, the old man only looked tall for the moment he stood up, and when he looked at it at this moment, his height was even worse than that of Wu Ting, probably because his thin face and fingers were constricted in the wide coat, which gave him such a majestic image.

The forbidden army was only a dozen paces away from him, and when he really ran, it might only be a breath and a breath. The sword light was red by the firelight, and they seemed to be desperately longing for the old man's blood.

Pierce it!

Kill him!

Kill him and it's all over!

The forbidden soldiers saw that the sword blade had gradually touched the old man's neck, and their faces couldn't help but show the ecstasy of success, it turned out that the old man was not a monster, let alone a god, he was just a mortal fetus, even if the means were terrible, but by the sword, there should be only one "death" end.

But at this moment, there was a gentle breeze blowing in the hall, and with a few crisp "bangs", all the forbidden troops were swept into the air almost at the same time!

Qin Ke's pupils shrank, and at some point, there was a person standing in front of the old man, he was also dressed in black, his eyes were cold in the firelight, his eyes didn't even glance at the sergeants who rose into the air, he just stood in front of the old man silently.

Qin Ke didn't know him, and Wu Ting ...... It's a little familiar with his figure, and I always feel like I've seen it somewhere.

John doe.

The old man was blocked behind him and whispered, "You're here." ”

Li Si tilted his head slightly and said, "Lord." ”

"Heh, it's been a long time since I've been out of office...... It's no longer you, or your Lord. Now I am just an old immortal, looking at the stars here every day, and I will live the rest of my life. The old man shook his head and said, "Do you have any news to bring to me this time?"

"Yes. Li Si replied softly, but he looked around and said, "However, maybe it's not convenient now." ”

"Who are you?" Wu Ting didn't understand what they were talking about, but he also knew that the situation at the moment was even more unoptimistic, a spiritual cultivator who could do strange spells was already very troublesome, but after all, spiritual cultivators always looked weak physically, if Qin Ke could join forces with him, it might not be impossible to kill him.

But this Li Si, who suddenly appeared again, was a figure that even Lu Ming felt unfathomable, and this became a dead end.

On Li Si's body, he couldn't feel a trace of breath, as if there was a black hole or a phantom standing in front of the old man, with him, he couldn't see or touch.

But he does exist.

Wu Ting already had the idea of running away, but he knew that he couldn't run at all now, and he was afraid that even the action of "pulling his legs" would cause an earth-shattering outburst of the person in front of him, so he could only hold the short-handled axe in his hand, and tried his best to show a look that was easy to discuss: "Your Excellency is so familiar, maybe we have met in the face, the mountains and rivers have met, goodbye is fate, it is better to ...... Our well water does not interfere with the river water, today I call you a master, you raise your noble hand, let go of a small horse, how about it?"

Convincing softness can convince softness, and to some extent, Wuting can be regarded as a manifestation of a strong desire to survive.

Li Si didn't speak, just looked at him with sarcastic eyes.

The old man shook his head, and with a gentle wave of his hand, it seemed to drive away mosquitoes, and in an instant, the remaining forbidden soldiers were all on fire!

The sergeants finally despaired, but in the midst of despair, the pain came faster than that, and the flames tore at their bodies like hungry wolves, eating their armor, and although they didn't know how hot the flames were, they could be seen from the melting armor and the dripping molten iron.

In the midst of such terrible flames, there is no way for humanity to survive.

Before the armor could be melted, the sergeants were almost all gone, their limbs were burned into dry branches and suddenly broken, they could not stand, they fell to the ground, but they still did not die, they kept convulsing, and by this time, death was a relief for them.

And in the firelight, there was still one person who did not fall, and with a loud shout, Wu Ting, who was full of flames, held a short-handled axe, and rushed up like this!

Just now, when a little bit of fire lit up on his body, he had already flapped it with his hand for the first time, but the flame was really like a ghost fire, even under the blow of his gravity, it would not be extinguished, and it was stubbornly burning more and more on his clothes.

He reached out to undo the Forbidden Army's armor, but the flames suddenly sped up, engulfing half of his body in an instant.

His bloodshot eyes widened, he knew that he was going to die, although since the first day he was a mountain bandit, he had lived a life of licking blood from the knife edge, and he was ready to fall to the ground, but this kind of nesty and painful death was unacceptable to him.

He roared, no longer trying to extinguish the flames on his body, and as his right leg slammed to the ground, he soared into the air.

He had almost exhausted all his strength, his bones were clattering, and his right leg was bent in a terrible arc under this stamp, revealing half of the broken leg bone.

But Wu Ting doesn't care anymore, since he wants to die, he always has to pull a cushion on his back.

It's a man, and he can't die in a nest!

With a body of flames that gradually burned violently, he crashed directly into Li Si.

Li Si looked at Wu Ting, who was covered in firelight, and frowned slightly, compared to everyone present, he knew better what kind of existence this flame emitted by the old man was.

And he was unarmed, so it was obviously a bit troublesome to block it.

Wu Ting showed a bit of a frantic smile, he was right, Li Si really didn't stop him, and even let go of some, as if he was afraid of the flames on his body and wanted to stay away.

He stared at the old man, who was shrouded in a black cloud, and he stood still, perhaps because he was too old to retreat at the moment.

His body was withered, which was enough to prove that in the years of wind and frost, he had exhausted to a point where he was almost exhausted - the body of a spiritual cultivator had always been worse than that of a qi and blood cultivator, and even if a spiritual cultivator already possessed a strength that was too strong to be human, once he was slashed by an axe, he would bleed and even die like an ordinary person.

Wu Ting's body of qi and blood had been poured into his arms in this short moment, even if it was a short-handled axe, when he held it in both hands, it had the power of ten thousand jun, even if it was a mountain in front of him, it seemed that it would be split by his slash.

"Fuck you!" Wu Ting roared, and the axe was aimed at the old man's head from top to bottom, and it slammed down......