Fortunately, the cold wind passed, the fire licked again, and the dark iron softened again.

Although Ao Zang had been waiting for a long time, he had not made a move. And Mu Shi probably because it is a tree, his divine sense is not strong, so he didn't realize his existence, and the two of them were fine.

His plan was that wood didn't make a move, and he didn't make a move. Because he knew very well that the cultivators of Aoki Immortal Gong were extremely difficult to kill. Now this person's body is full of qi and blood, and his mana is surging, even if he is chopped to pieces, he may be able to resurrect perfectly.

Instead of tossing and turning, it is better to wait for this guy to continue to repair himself in this blazing fire and consume almost all his mana, and then give him a complete break.

Of course, Ao Zang's plan also has a premise, that is, the hanging ratchet cannot really be cut off. He was going to strike at that moment before the Hanging Ratchet was really cut to an irreparable state.

In this sea of fire, he has a huge advantage. The Fire Cloud Jacket is a spiritual immortal weapon that can identify him as his own person, and let him be safe and sound in the fire.

So he used a water concealment technique, and he was wrapped in a "drop" of "tricky water" that could refract light. Left, right, and left can only see a slightly distorted transparent area, in which there is nothing. His own breath was also masked.

He was there waiting quietly for Mu Shi, who had exhausted his mana to the limit. When the time comes, he has thought about how to concoct the other party's corpse.

This is a rare hybrid between a teratosaurus and a human. It was an excellent test subject for him to study how the dragon's body and human magic could be combined.

But what he didn't expect was that suddenly there was a waterfall rushing down his head, and the water washed away, washing away the drop of "tricky water" that wrapped him, and disappeared in an instant.

This was not just to wash away, but to sever the connection between this drop of tricky water and his divine consciousness under the force of this powerful current, and he would never be able to find his important invisibility magic weapon again.

His embarrassed figure was immediately revealed.

Wood suddenly glanced at him, and seemed to be slightly surprised to find that there was actually a person here. However, his mind was all about cutting the hanging ratchet, so he immediately turned his eyes back.

"It's ridiculous, I ignored the old man!"

Ao Zang couldn't help but be furious in his heart, and a sharp golden light appeared in his hand.

He is actually not good at the Golden Escape Technique, but the "Vajra Hairpin" in his hand was left by a powerful person in the East China Sea who specialized in cultivating the Golden Escape Technique before it was transformed, and it contained the incomparably strong Jin Dun Qi that had been tempered for thousands of years, which was comparable to a Jin Xing True Spirit.

If this object is thrown out, it can hit the core of the wooden tree, although it may not be able to penetrate, it will definitely be able to suppress the resurrection power of the wooden tree to the limit. At that time, he will take off the opponent's head with one claw, and he will definitely be able to do meritorious deeds.

However, the waterfall had just passed, and then another sharp and cold sword light shot at the head.

At this time, it was too late for Ao Zang to dodge or cast another spell. In desperation, he had to throw the "vajra hairpin" in his hand to resist the sword light.

The golden and white rays met in the air, bursting out with a dazzling light, almost eclipsing the surrounding flames.

Ao Zang's heart was dripping blood. What flew from the air was nothing more than a sword aura, and it didn't matter if it was damaged at all. What he threw out was a magic weapon. With such a tragic impact, I really don't know how much it will cost to repair.

What's even worse is that Mu Shi is still there unscathed, and the sword qi above his head is still falling like a torrential rain. He hurriedly withdrew the extremely damaged vajra, moved the area, and said:

"The old man is Ao Zang, the elder of the East China Sea, who is here?"

A peerless woman with an icy face and proud bones, wearing a plain white skirt, with a beige bamboo umbrella suspended above her head, holding a long sword, and the cold wind around her body coiled, floating down in the sea of fire.

She glanced at Ao Zang, and then at the wood that was chopping the Hanging Ratchet Wheel, making sure that neither of them was the hook she was looking for.

Mu has been working and ignoring her, and her cold and arrogant personality will not take the initiative to take care of her. However, the old dragon Ao Zang asked, and her cold eyes turned to it again, and coldly spit out a few words:

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

After speaking, his body floated, and disappeared with the cold wind flying in the flames.

In normal times, Ao Zang was reprimanded like this, of course, it was impossible to just forget it. But at this time, he couldn't make more enemies with his heavy responsibility, so he could only focus on Mu Shi first, and let this female cultivator go like this.

Nan's evening resignation fell down with Gou Zhu in an instant. But the battle situation in this place is more complicated than the high-altitude fighting field.

The hanging ratchet that swirled in the air, the flames rising from the fire clouds, and the ubiquitous burning prohibitions all confused her vision and consciousness.

So she sensed the presence of someone, and without hesitation, she stabbed it with a sword. When she found out that it was not a hook, she stopped and continued to look for someone.

And everyone sitting around the fighting arena in the sky looked at each other a little. Obviously, everyone sat around and watched the Tao, but they just started beating people and disappeared?

Theoretically, both sides of the argument are not allowed to leave the ashram where everyone is sitting. Whoever leaves voluntarily or is beaten off the field loses.

But no one knows how to define the scope of this kind of dojo at high altitude. Because there is neither a roof nor a ground.

If you only look at the circle they sit in, Gou Zhu is actually not out of the circle. Up to the Nine Heavens, the eighteen layers of hell were ordered, as long as they were still in the cylinder around them, it could not be said that they had gone to the outside of the field.

Although He Wuji's face was obviously ugly, he just flicked his fingers. The empty Discussion Dojo suddenly had a piece of spiritual light rendered, reflecting Nan Wanci's figure and the situation near her, so that everyone could continue to watch.

As for where the hook went, no one knows.

Nan Wanci knew that Gou Zhu did not fly away. That huge amount of water has now been reduced to zero, and has become a myriad of streams. Therefore, in the sky above the Jade Peak, there are countless currents of water in the flames of the fire cloud jacket.

Nan Wanci unfolded the divine consciousness of Jindan Sanhua, like the sun shining around, searching for Gou Zhu's hiding place. There was a gap in her Sanhua Jindan, like a visible sunspot that could be seen in the morning of the newborn.

This is the price she paid for achieving Sanhua in the North Stygian Ice Cave despite her serious injuries, and it is a Sanhua with a permanent flaw. If she doesn't manage to make it up, she will be hopeless for life.

But the flaw itself pointed her in the right direction. Because this defect is injured by the monument, the defect always faintly points in the direction of the monument. That's how she got all the way.

At this moment, her consciousness suddenly touched, and as her gaze passed, the light on the long sword in her hand flickered like nothing.

In a stream of water that swept through the fire a hundred paces away, a clear figure appeared in her gaze.

At the same time as the sword light in her hand flickered, the entire stream of water instantly froze and shattered into countless ice foams the size of sesame seeds, and then splashed away. The figure in the robe also disappeared without a trace!