The roar of the devil resounded in the sky above the Wuyang Palace of Baishui City, and in the distance, people could see a long shadow dragging the tail of fire constantly jumping up and down the scattered palace.

Except for a few idiots who love to watch the excitement more than their own lives, the people in the whole city are still crowding towards the gate of Wuyang Palace, and everyone else is desperately running out.

When Meng Juntong rushed to the gate of Wuyang Palace, he happened to see a huge fireball falling, smashing on the heads of those onlookers who were eating melons, and more than a dozen people were killed under the fireball on the spot.

Meng Juntong suddenly raised his head, and saw a figure with flames burning all over his body hanging three feet high.

Although the firelight obscured his figure, and the hideous appearance had already distorted his face, Meng Juntong still recognized this person as Lan Ning at a glance.

"How could this be!" Seeing this scene, Meng Juntong almost exclaimed.

A few days ago, he was still an independent Hanjiang and a white-clothed city lord who was fighting against people, but now he has become a Red Flame Troll.

"It's cold, it's cold, why is it so cold, come on, give me a fire, and burn it harder." ”

Lan Ning looked like crazy, rubbed his hands on his chest, and unexpectedly condensed a ball of substantiated flame true qi, which was swept by his hands and thrown towards a row of houses not far away.

With a bang, the houses exploded in an instant, and the rows of houses turned into a sea of fire.

Meng Juntong became more and more stunned, although what Meng Ze Lanqing handed over to Lan Ning was a pure yang technique that could be derived from pure fire and true qi, but Lan Ning took the evil path, practicing the righteous and evil methods, yang gong and yin, and in the end, on the contrary, he practiced the true qi of the water from yin to cold.

Yan Fengyi and his entourage rushed outside Wuyang Palace, but they were also shocked by this scene.

"My God, what kind of poison did they use, they turned Lan Ning into this at once. Wei Ling looked around at the sea of fire, this guy's skill was really human.

"Everyone be careful, although Lan Ning has fallen into madness, his martial arts cultivation is still there, and it should be even more terrifying after becoming mad. Xing Bai reminded.

Wei Ling stretched out his hand and pointed at Lan Ning: "He's like this, we still need to kill him." I think even if we don't make a move, he won't live long, that raging flame, every wisp of his essence and blood vitality, there will always be a time to burn out, why take this risk again. ”

"Of course it is necessary," Xiang Ming's figure flashed in front of Wei Ling, turned to him and said, "You take a closer look at the situation in Wuyang Palace." ”

"Inside the Wuyang Palace?" Wei Ling wondered, the current Wuyang Palace was already a sea of fire, what else could he see.

Meng Juntong suddenly felt a chill on his back, and exclaimed: "It's a ten thousand burial mounds!"

"Ten Thousand Burial Graves!" Yan Fengyi and Xing Bai almost trembled.

Maybe others don't know what the Ten Thousand Burial Grave is, but Yan Fengyi, who was born in the military, how could they not know.

It was the eye of heaven and earth, and this situation was generally only possible on the ancient battlefield after a very tragic war.

The Ten Thousand Burial Graves contain endless grievances, endlessly, and derive from the power of yin to cold to poison.

Legend has it that there is an evil vein next to the Dao Gate, and by relying on the method of gathering yin and raising corpses, it can be sacrificed in the Ten Thousand Burial Tombs to refine powerful yin and evil things that deviate from the six realms and three worlds.

Although I have never heard of such an evil being born, this method has always been passed down among the people.

"As long as the yin qi continues, the yang fire on Lan Ning's body will not be extinguished. This is the cathode fire!" Xiang Ming said coldly: "This is not only a great death knot for Lan Ning, but also a great opportunity. As long as he can survive the calcination of the yang fire and burn all the yin qi of his body, he can break through all the shackles of the past and climb the tall building again. ”

First of all, he reversed the pure yang technique, turned the yang into yin, and cultivated the yin path to the extreme, and then there was a trend of the yin pole turning into fire, I have to say that this Lan Ning's martial arts talent is so high that it is rare in the world.

"And what is the effect of the poison you have been lying in wait earlier?"

The corners of Xiang Ming's mouth rose slightly: "There are two functions, one is to pollute Lan Ning's martial arts body with a poisonous barrier, he is a yin qi horizontal practice, although he is extremely strong, but it is no longer pure, which will make him suffer from yang fire calcination for a longer time; ”

Just as he spoke, Lan Ning's eyes locked on the group of them, and at that moment, there was a loud roar, and he raised his hand and smashed out a fireball the size of a grinding plate.

Without waiting for Yan Fengyi, Xing Bai and the others made a move, and a human image suddenly appeared above Xiang Ming's head, and then smashed out with a fist, and a cyan wind visible to the naked eye collided with the fireball.

The fireball shattered and rained down into the sky.

"Grandmaster Master," Yan Fengyi saw at a glance that the black shadow's martial arts cultivation was not under him, and he was afraid that he had already reached the level of a Little Grandmaster of the Seven Realms.

Although he is a small master of the Seven Realms, it is obviously not easy to bear Lan Ning as a fireball.

The figure flipped and unloaded, and when it landed, it still stepped out of a stone pit more than two inches deep on the ground.

"Uncle An, it's okay. ”

The black shadow landed and stood firm, and did not look back, but just shook his head and said: "That punch just now, at most, only used fifty percent of the force, and the Lanning realm is still above the Great Grandmaster." ”

"Your Excellency is the Great Chu Protector Fist Saint Anjie?" Yan Fengyi heard Xiang Ming call the little grandmaster Uncle An, so he guessed the identity of that person.

"Yan Fengyi, King Yan Jun, I have admired it for a long time. An Jie still turned his back to everyone and didn't look back.

It's really not because he is arrogant, it's just that the blow just now caused a temporary disturbance in his qi at the moment, and he needs to hurry up to calm his internal breath.

The gap between the little grandmaster and the big grandmaster is extremely large, if it weren't for Xue Ding's kind of martial arts monster who has reached the level of a hundred refining martial arts, and his martial arts realm has also reached the peak of the little grandmaster, there are a few people in this world who can go head-to-head with Lan Ning.

Lan Ning missed the blow, and roared angrily at the moment, waving his hands in front of him again and again, and two fireballs smashed down again.

"Let's shoot together. Yan Fengyi greeted, he had already taken a step, and a simple war knife on his waist was sonorously unsheathed, and five slashes were made in a row to meet one of the fireballs.

Xing Bai Boxing is fierce, and his momentum is not inferior to that Da Chu Boxing Saint An Jie just now.

Wei Ling's sword qi was faster than Xing Bai's fist, and it pierced the fireball three times in one step, so that Xing Bai's punch easily shattered the fireball.

On the other side, without waiting for Lan Ning to make a move, the An Fist Saint had already risen from the ground again, and his body slammed into Lan Ning like a comet.

Wei Ling's sword blade turned again in the air, using his sword qi to help An Jie's fist, and the sharpness and strength attacked Lan Ning's body in mid-air at the same time.