The talisman used by Yan Potian is called the Fire Escape Talisman, which is a kind of Escape Talisman, which is a kind of protective talisman made by the talisman monk who cultivates to reach the stage of transforming the gods to protect his disciples or descendants, each of these talismans is extremely precious, not only requires a variety of heavenly and earthly treasures, but also needs a part of the rules of the Avatar monk to permanently lose his comprehension to refine, so it is extremely rare.

Not only is it expensive, but the conditions for its use are also very harsh, and it cannot be used in places with narrow terrain, in spaces without fire elements, and in places with chaotic rules.

For various reasons, this kind of escape talisman is rarely circulated in the world, and only a top sect like the Yan Ling Sect has a similar reserve.

In fact, as long as Wang Yi exposes the bloody hell, it is still possible to kill Yan Potian, but it is too risky to do so, and the benefits are not proportional to the risks, so Wang Yi did not use it.

Once the matter of the realm is exposed, I am afraid that the monks of the entire continent will come to snatch Wang Yi in a frenzy, and it is impossible to take such a big risk in order to kill a monk of the Flame Spirit Sect.

Seeing the fireworks of the incarnation of Yan Breaking Heaven disappear into the sky, Wang lowered his head and stroked the True Flame Dragon Scale Sword in his hand, this sword should be made of Yan Dragon Scales and other genius earth treasures, in terms of sharpness, it is far sharper than ordinary sword magic weapons, and its greatest effect is that it can attach flames, improve the level of the monk's flame, and enhance the strength of the fire monk.

After careful observation, Wang Yi understood the extraordinaryness of this sword, the grade of this sword was actually a magic weapon! Wang Yi easily controlled the True Flame Dragon Scale Sword just now, he thought that this sword was a top-level magic weapon, but he didn't expect it to be a magic weapon.

In Wang Yi's opinion, this sword can be called an artifact, several grades higher than the Beichen Divine Turtle Shield!

First, it is a magic weapon that can be controlled by a peak foundation building monk, which is very rare, and this alone surpasses 99% of the magic weapons.

Second, its sharpness is above the magic weapon, and it is not afraid of bombardment with the magic weapon at all!

Third, this sword feeds back to the person holding the sword, providing fire spiritual power for the person holding the sword, and the general magic weapon is to extract the spiritual power of the master when facing the enemy, but this sword provides spiritual power to the master, which is very rare.

Fourth, this sword can amplify all kinds of flame and fire-based exercises, greatly improving one's own strength.

With these four points, the Beichen Divine Turtle Shield is compared, just like garbage that should be thrown away (a certain shield that has made great achievements is crying).

With this sword, Wang Yi has at least one capable weapon against the enemy, and his swordsmanship is finally useful, and this sword can also enhance the power of Wang Yi's Burning Sky Blood Flame, which is of great help to the current Wang Yi.

In fact, it is said that it will help Wang Yi the most, and the Zhenyue Sword is better, but it is a pity that Wang Yi's current battle body is not strong enough, and he cannot swing the Zhenyue Sword at will.

Satisfied, he pulled a few sword flowers, and it was also an artifact-level sword, and Wang Yi happily put it away.

Wang Yi closed his eyes, and the Haoran Holy Qi swirled, and he once again sensed the intensity of the demonic qi, and his body flashed, and he used it freely.

Thousands of years ago, the Danling Sect opened the Mountain Protection Divine Array to resist the invasion of the demon race, according to common sense, the place where the demonic qi flourished was the core of the Danling Sect, Wang Yi's Haoran holy qi naturally had a unique sense of demonic energy, and the demonic qi was like a star in the dark night guiding Wang Yi forward, and it was by no means like a headless fly scurrying around like other monks.

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Along the way, Wang Yi's figure tossed and turned in the jungle, he hid his breath along the way, carefully dodging the demonic energy and demonized animals, and two days later, he walked out of the jungle.

Standing in front of you is a majestic mountain range, this mountain range is supported by two peaks, but there are three peaks on it, like a Ding furnace, the stairs that cannot be seen at a glance spread upwards from the feet, until the cloud is deep, from the halfway point of the mountainside, there are purple and golden clouds and mist in the middle, the upper half of the mountain peak is loomed, like the Danyun scattered from the Ding furnace.

This is it, except for the Danling Sect, which is obsessed with alchemy, who will cultivate the mountain gate like this?

Next to the stairs stands half a weather-beaten, ancient and simple stone stele, there are dozens of criss-crossing sword marks, there are also several traces of being burned by the demonic fire, what really makes it break is a matchless palm print, there is still a faint trace of demonic energy on it, the stele is written on two ancient seal words "Dingfeng", not far away the remaining half of the stele lying there quietly, Wang Yi glanced at it, there are broken "Danxia" two seal characters on it.

Wang Yi did not hesitate, began to march towards the peak of Danxia Peak, just took a step, suddenly a heavy pressure fell from the sky, crushed, his body shook, and immediately regained his uprightness, but the next walk was slow.

This is a pressure array, similar to the Zhenyue Sword, a magic circle set up by using the way of pressure, and the gravity generated according to the strength of the formation is also different.

The pressure of three hundred catties, with Wang Yi's current combat body cultivation, it doesn't take much effort, his steps are like the wind, climbing towards the steps of ladder by ladder, and his body is as strong as a cheetah.

It wasn't until he crossed the 1,000 ladder that Wang Yi found that every time he climbed a ladder to the peak, this pressure would increase a little, and now the pressure on Wang Yi's body has increased to about 500 catties.

The general battle body tempered by Wang Yi several times can still withstand it within two thousand catties, and with a heavy exhalation, Wang Yi continued to climb upward.

Eight hundred catties, one thousand catties...

Fifteen hundred catties, Wang Yi began to feel strained, he stopped and gasped heavily, several clouds of qi floated down from mid-air, the demon qi and the Dan qi were mixed into one, it was the Dan Qi that was absorbed outside the formation and polluted by the demon qi, they entered his body with Wang Yi's breathing, Haoran Holy Qi and the Gentleman's Immortal Body operated at the same time, and the moment they entered the body, the silk of demonic qi was refined cleanly, and the pure Dan Qi flowed into the body and was gradually eaten.

Wang Yi closed his eyes and investigated, his face showed a hint of surprise, not only the strength of the battle body has been improved a little, but the Haoran Holy Qi, Zhuxian Sword Qi, and Scarlet Sword Qi are also more condensed and pure, this is just a few casual sips halfway up the mountain, once he climbs to a higher place and absorbs the Dan Qi and Demon Qi that surrounds this mountain, then Wang Yi's foundation will be solid to an unimaginable realm!

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Yi's spirit was shocked, and he continued to climb towards the stairs, along the way, countless Dan Qi and demonic qi converged towards Wang Yi, and the Shura Dao Killing Body was not afraid of the surging surge of Dan Qi and Demon Qi, absorbing them one by one, exhaling and inhaling, there was nothing left of the demonic qi that was refined, and the demonic qi that was like poison to others became the nourishment for sharpening the Haoran Holy Qi and the gentleman's immortal body!

Wang Yi, who was immersed in the growth of strength, did not notice the changes in time in the outside world at all, the pressure increased slightly, the strength of his body increased little by little, Wang Yi's climbing speed became slower and slower, and with each ladder, the Haoran Holy Qi, Zhuxian Sword Qi, and Scarlet Sword Qi in his body became more and more powerful.

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The Great Sect Protector Array of the Danling Sect began to operate, and several gaps that were jointly struck out by the five great god cultivators were gradually repaired until they were completely closed, and Cheng Deshu, who had seen all this with his own eyes, seemed to have lost his soul, and in an instant, the sky-high death qi erupted, and Cheng Deshu spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, and a blush appeared on his face.

"Ahem, Renfeng, come here!"

"Master, what do you command?" Chu Renfeng, who was scarred, did not have the gentle bearing of a humble gentleman, but his face was full of joy that could not be concealed.

"Renfeng, listen to me, Wang Yi is dead, but my Longmen inheritance can't be cut off, your talent is above everyone, and now you have obtained the Dan Dao inheritance of the elders of the Danling Sect by chance, maybe you are the last glimmer of hope for my Longmen School, you take my ring to the Tang Prison Academy, he will tell you what to do!" After saying that, Cheng Deshu took off the ring on his hand and solemnly handed it to Chu Renfeng's hand.

"Master, what about you?" Chu Renfeng tried hard to make himself sad, his eyes were red, and tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

"The number of days is set, today is my death date, you can bring my bones back to Longmen Academy for burial!"

After Cheng Deshu finished speaking, in front of all the remaining disciples of Longmen Academy, he stretched out his hands and thrust violently into his dantian! Blood splattered, and the surroundings were stained red with Cheng Deshu's blood.

Shen Haoran exclaimed in grief, "Dean, what are you doing?

Cheng Deshu's face was pale, his already old body was even weaker, and he shook his head weakly,

Cutting open his own dantian, a spirit in the shape of a three- or four-year-old child appeared in Cheng Deshu's palm stained with his own blood, causing the monks present to exclaim: "Yuan Ying! Dean Cheng's Yuan Ying!"

The eyes of all the monks turned around, and even the five great avatar powers, who had not moved their eyebrows for half a month waiting here, also cast their eyes on them.

Hanshan Daoist sighed, "What a college dean, he sacrificed his life to become a benevolent, and even gave up the opportunity to be reincarnated, and there will be no Cheng Deshu in heaven and earth from now on!"

The arrogant and reckless Yanlong Daoist also showed respect, and he spoke loudly, like Hong Zhong Dalu, shaking the Quartet, "Cheng Deshu sacrificed himself for the Tao, I Yanlong admired, if anyone dares to destroy the inheritance, he is the enemy of my Yanlong!"

A cold snort came from the black gold chariot, "He is worthy of being a monk in the country of barbarians! As the head of a courtyard, he doesn't know the reason! Reincarnated and rebuilt, he may not be able to enter Confucianism and Taoism again, so why should he die to help the world?"

The Qianlei Dao people on the side frowned slightly, but the Biyun Dao people on the side couldn't help it, and said angrily, "Dean Cheng is willing to sacrifice for the sake of righteousness, this is great benevolence and righteousness, Daoist friends are sarcastic, is it a loss of face?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was stopped by the Qianlei Dao people, the Heavenly Spirit Empire was powerful, and it was not appropriate to offend, Liu Ji, the Marquis of Guangling, who was contradicted by his words, snorted coldly, and then fell into silence.

Looking at the direction of Longmen Academy again, Cheng Deshu played several tricks, and a figure in Yuan Ying's body was knocked out of the body, and he saluted Cheng Deshu, and then dissipated between heaven and earth.

Cheng Deshu supported himself, and the residual spiritual power in his hand operated, crushing the Yuan Baby, and pouring the torrent of spiritual power into Chu Renfeng, who was crying bitterly.

The last trace of spiritual power poured in, Cheng Deshu lowered his head, his face was full of unwillingness, and he was so angry that even his soul dissipated.