Senior Brother Zhang was burned to ashes by the Yan Dragon, and the three of them used the three inferior magic weapons together, but they could withstand the Yan Dragon, whose power was consumed by most of them, and made a judgment!

The three disciples' eyes widened suddenly, and they finally understood why Senior Brother Zhang wanted them to run away, but unfortunately it was too late.

Senior Brother Zhang, who had destroyed them, Yan Potian was not in a hurry, with a smile on his face, looking at the three greenhouse flowers in front of him who were not familiar with the world.

"Didn't you just say that you were going to destroy me? Didn't you say you were going to extinguish the prestige of the Flame Spirit Sect? I'm here, which of you will come first?"

The playful eyes are matched with the domineering strength, just like a lion with a winning chance playing with his prey.

The girl stepped back step by step and begged, "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Yan Potian walked over step by step, the three of them had cold sweat on their foreheads, their faces were like earth, and the legs of the two male monks were weak, and they did not have the power of shouting and killing just now.

The flames on his body were rolling, and the flames were like a dazzling sun, and he spoke, "Hand over the formation method of the formation you used just now, and I will spare you!"

"Okay, as long as you don't kill us, I'm willing to do whatever you want us to do. ”

A few steps away, the sweat on the foreheads and bodies of the three of them was dried by the intense heat, and they felt that they were so close to death.

The girl took out the formation blueprint from the storage ring, and was about to hand it to Huo Poyun, when suddenly, a figure moved instantly, and the sound of breaking the air sounded, and the figure was already close, and the lightning shot out and snatched the formation blueprint from the girl's hand.

"Wind Walk?"

Yan Potian's face showed a trace of solemnity, and he looked at Wang Yi seriously.

"He has already reported his name, once you hand over the formation map, it will be of no value to him, and he will not hesitate to kill you, kill people!"

When the three of them heard this, they came to their senses, how could Yan Potian let them go back to reveal the truth about Senior Brother Zhang's death? This was a major event that would affect the relationship between the Yin Yang Hehuan Sect and the Yan Spirit Sect.

"Thank you brother for the reminder. ”

"I took the formation map, his target is me now, I'll stop him, you guys run for your lives. Wang Yi reminded him.

When the three of them heard this, their eyes showed gratitude, if it weren't for this young man who suddenly appeared, they were afraid that they would not know that they would be dying, and now they are righteously blocking the evil star of Yan Potian and helping them escape, what a good person! The three of them immediately ran towards the exit.

Yan Potian saw all this in his eyes, but he had no intention of stopping the three of them from leaving.

The conspiracy was uncovered by Wang Yi, but Yan Potian was not flustered, he killed the monk surnamed Zhang for two reasons, one is that the monk surnamed Zhang is the strongest person among the four, killing him can establish authority, and it is much easier to threaten the three more, and the second is that the monk surnamed Zhang has more experience in training, and he can't succeed in the formation without killing him.

And killing these three people is just a matter of taking advantage of the situation, and it's not a big deal if they don't kill them, even if they go back and tell the elders, they all dare the elders to tear their faces with the Yan Ling Sect for the sake of these three untalented juniors?

Now Yan Potian was most interested in Wang Yi, and a pair of eyes looked at him with interest.

"You're the one who killed the seven?"

"Sort of. "Wang Yi thinks that he is the son-in-law of the Seven Killings, and it is not a lie.

"Hand over the formation diagram, and you can still avoid death!"

"Oh, I sabotaged your plot, can you still tolerate me?"

"Hahaha, talking to smart people is just a matter of lip service, fight with me, let me see if you have the capital to live. Yan Potian's tone was arrogant, but his calm expression was saying that he had the qualifications to speak wildly.

Wang Yi was not allowed to refuse, Yan Potian shot directly.

"Ssangyong goes to sea!"

With both palms moving in unison, two fire dragons erupted in his palms, and the breath of burning all things rushed towards him.

Wang Yi put away the formation, there was no fear of emotional fluctuations on his face, he stretched out his hand and pointed, and a blood-colored sword qi slashed towards Yan Potian's palms.

"Boom!"

The blood-colored sword qi was shattered by the fire breaking sky, and he was also shocked back a few steps by the sword qi.

The lore blow was easily defused, and he didn't even touch a corner of his clothes, Yan Potian's face was slightly gloomy, and he immediately showed a hint of a playful smile again.

"The strength is not bad, I asked myself if I was invincible at the peak of the foundation, but I didn't expect that I still underestimated the heroes of the world!"

Too lazy to talk nonsense with him, Wang Yi raised his hand and was a refined Immortal Sword Qi.

Yan Potian's whole body was condensed like a substance, and a shield formed by the power of fire condensed in midair, bounced away the sword qi of the Immortal, and the shield dimmed a little.

After two shots, Wang Yi noticed that this person was extraordinary, this Yan Potian was pure in the fire system, and if he didn't use all his strength, it would be difficult to kill him.

The three of them had already gone away, and Wang Yi returned the favor of the formation map, not wanting to be entangled with Yan Potian anymore, and said, "I don't want to fight with you anymore, don't pester me anymore, otherwise, die!"

"Oh, what a big breath, it's the first time someone dares to talk to me like this, you have angered me!"

Yan Potian's hand flashed, and between the flames, a sword appeared in shape, the whole body of the sword was red, the flame was soaring, the sword body had countless flame-like flowers, and there was a dragon scale at the hilt of the sword to protect it.

"I'll cut off your dog's head with the True Flame Dragon Scale Sword! Die under this sword, you can have no regrets!"

Holding the divine sword in his hand, the power of the flame breaking the sky was even greater, and the flames around him roared like boiling magma, and the red turned to a lilac color to the extreme!

As we all know, the yellow flame is the lowest level of mortal fire, the lowest power of the flame, and above this there is a stronger red flame, the red flame is extremely powerful, it is a flame that can only be mastered by the superior fire system exercises, and at this level, even if the fire is cultivated to the realm of getting rid of the mundane.

And the purple flame circulating on Yan Poyun's body is the true flame that surpasses the red flame, and it only takes one flower to burn thousands of red flames, which is extremely domineering.

It is rumored that there are Jin Yan and Bai Yan above Ziyan, and the power is even more to burn mountains and boil the sea, destroying the heavens and destroying the earth!

With a flick of his hand, the blade of the sword passed, the grass and trees turned to dust, and even the air gradually distorted in the flames that kept jumping on the sword.

Yan Potian showed a hint of arrogance on his face, and said, "Open your eyes wide, this is the gap between us! The True Flame Dragon Scale Sword cooperates with the Burning Heaven Technique of the Yan Dragon, and you will have no chance of surviving!"

"Yan Long Burning Mountain!" Yan Potian slashed with a sword, the fire spiritual power swept around like a hurricane, Zi Yan attached to the True Yan Dragon Scale Sword, and slashed down with the sword, even the mountain range was burned to ashes!

At the critical moment, a blood-colored flame ignited between Wang Yi's fingers, and the heavens and the earth seemed to suddenly become a blood-colored world, even Ziyan was eclipsed under Wang Yi's blood-colored flames!

Seeing the blood-colored flames on Wang Yi's fingertips, Yan Potian's eyes were about to pop out, and even the hand holding the sword trembled a little, how could this be?

The blood-colored flame turned into a tumbling blood flame in Wang Yi's palm, and Wang Yi's palm was fiercely pushed out, colliding violently with the burning mountain.

"Boom!"

The violent explosion splashed purple flames away, but the blood-colored flames spread wantonly from the blade of the True Flame Dragon Scale Sword to the hilt, like a poisonous snake entwining.

Yan Potian subconsciously shook off the hand holding the sword, and the True Yan Dragon Scale Sword fell into Wang Yi's hands.

Yan Potian seemed to have seen a ghost, the whole person froze there, and his face no longer had the arrogance and freedom just now, replaced by a shock and deep fear in disbelief.

How could Yan Potian dare to believe it? Regarding fire, I am afraid that no one in the entire Immortal Rain Continent dares to say that his comprehension of fire is stronger than that of Yan Ling Sect, and it is precisely because of this that he can't believe his eyes.

The flame in the young man's hand in front of him was blood-colored! How could this be the power of the flame that a mere foundation building monk could grasp!

Any fire whose color is different from the normal flame must be the spiritual fire of heaven and earth! For example, ice flame, death flame, dark fire, yin and yang fire, etc., without exception, the power of these fires will far surpass the purple fire, because these fires are the existence of breaking through the rules of heaven and earth, if their power is not even as good as ordinary fire, then how can they break through the rules of heaven and earth and survive?

Wang Yi's ability to master the Burning Sky Blood Flame is to slaughter millions of Blood God Sons in the Seven Kills Heaven Realm in a row, absorb the blood energy of the Blood God Son, and use the body as a medium to breed the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Fire, which is the calculation and promotion of the Seven Killings, and even helps him to become one with the Dream and evolve twice, the Burning Sky Blood Flame mastered by Wang Yi is even more powerful than the Burning Sky Blood Flame of the Dream!

As the young master of the Yan Spirit Sect, if you want to talk about spiritual fire, Yan Potian is not unseen, but how can a spiritual fire appear on the body of a foundation building peak cultivator?

This is an existence that is rarely mastered by the power of the gods, and the monk who holds the spiritual fire in his hand, as long as he does not fall, will definitely be the overlord of the hegemonic side in the future!

Since the founding of the Yan Spirit Sect, it has never heard of a foundation-building monk who has mastered the spiritual fire.

Since ancient times, it is not that there are no geniuses who want to refine the spiritual fire during the foundation building period, but without exception, all of them are buried in the spiritual fire, and there is no trace left, because only a shallow trace of spiritual fire can burn a foundation building monk to the bone, and no matter how strong the foundation building monk is, it cannot be refined.

Therefore, when Wang Yi used the Burning Sky Blood Flame, Yan Potian could no longer control his panic.

"Where did you get this spiritual fire?" Huo Potian's words were full of fear, and he was the same as when he burned the monk surnamed Zhang before, and if the three Yin-Yang Hehuan Sect monks who fled saw it at this time, they would definitely be surprised beyond measure.

It is impossible to reveal half a word in the Seven Killing Heaven Realm, Wang Yi picked up the True Flame Dragon Scale Sword in his right hand, and the whole person exuded a faint fire spiritual power, and a Burning Sky Blood Flame on the fingers of his left hand urged, and gently swiped it towards the sword body, the True Flame Dragon Scale Sword turned blood-red, and countless blood flames flowed and rushed in the sword body, compared with the previous Ziyan, it was even more murderous!

"I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of exposing my bottom to the enemy who wants to kill me, now I'll cut off your dog's head with the True Flame Dragon Scale Sword!

This is so familiar, isn't it what I said just now? Yan Potian spurted out a mouthful of backlash blood, and his face was pale and hideous.

"Do you really think that you can kill me like this? It's too naïve, I'm the young master of the Yanling Sect! I remember this hatred, and I will definitely cut you with a thousand knives in the future!"

After speaking, he tore open a spirit rune in his hand, and a majestic essence of fire-based spiritual power emanated, enveloping Yan Potian's body, and then turned into a ray of fire and disappeared in place.