"It's not good, my spirit technique has been broken!" Xia Feng was also shocked, this power is too great, it is simply devastating, even the Spirit Infant Realm is afraid that it will be difficult to resist this heavenly fire!

"What kind of ghost spirit is this, the power is so great!" Xia Feng's agility technique was broken, and the sea of knowledge was naturally turbulent, but it was not a serious matter.

Hui Xinlan frowned and said: "The innate spirit Cambodia was born in heaven and earth, naturally with the heavenly power contained in heaven and earth, and the power is naturally not to be underestimated, but I have only heard of it before, and I have not seen it, I really didn't expect that a small heavenly fire has such a power to destroy the world." (Serialized on the Chinese network, asking for support)

"Freeze three feet!" A female voice said indifferently and calmly, and a chill came to the face, although the fire was not completely suppressed that day, it was also blocked, and did not continue to spread the fire ring.

The thick black smoke dissipated, Cui Wusheng's white clothes became a little dark, he swung his hand in front of him at will, swept away the thick dust and smoke in front of him with his spiritual power, and his eyes looked at the blue long sword standing in the center of the fire, he seemed to have seen this sword, but he couldn't remember to see it there?

The blue long sword was inserted into the ground, and a thin layer of cold ice began to spread little by little, the speed was very slow, different from the speed of the heavenly fire, but those heavenly fires seemed to be unable to melt the thin ice, which made Cui Wuming feel very surprised.

"No, those two guys?" At this time, Cui Wuming remembered that his spirit was to kill Xia Feng and the others, but it was a person? Could it be that it was wiped out under the heavenly fire? Thinking of this, Cui Wuming finally felt a kind of satisfaction.

But who is the owner of the blue ice sword?

Xia Feng stood in the sky, looking at the smile on the corner of Cui Wuming's mouth, he knew that he had once again disappointed this RMB player, Xia Feng carried the dying Gu Suyun on his back, and shouted loudly to Cui Wuming below: "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm not dead yet, I've let you down again!"

"Huh?" Cui Wuming raised his head when he heard the voice, looked at Xia Feng, who was still alive, frowned, and muttered: "Impossible, my heavenly fire has obviously hit you, how can you still be alive?" Although he said that it was impossible, but the facts were in front of him, and he couldn't help but believe it.

"You've just fallen for illusion, don't you know?" said a mocking voice from the ground

Cui Wuming looked down and saw a man standing next to a black coffin, and the sound came from the coffin.

"Who are you? Pretending to be a ghost!" Cui Wuming didn't act rashly, because his spiritual sense couldn't see through the black coffin, who was the person, what kind of cultivation was it?

Cui Wuming heard the word illusion, naturally understood everything, Xia Feng released such a huge spiritual sense, it turned out that he had cast an illusion, disturbing his perception and realization, no wonder his attack would be ineffective, it turned out that everything he saw was an illusion, it was really a pity for his own heavenly fire, but illusion was such a thing, he had only seen it from books, this was the first time he had seen it.

Thinking of his Tianhuo Cambodia, Cui Wuming was very distressed in his heart.

"Oh, I'm the rescuer that person called!" Lan Mengling didn't come forward, his voice passed through the coffin, and he said very flatly, as for who that person is? Cui Wuming naturally knew it, after all, Xia Feng was asking for help in front of him.

Cui Wuming looked at the people on both sides, on one side was a mysterious woman in a black coffin, and there was a man with a girlish spirit, Xia Feng and Gu Suyun in the sky, and a little girl who looked very small, all of whom were not ordinary people.

But he didn't pay attention to these people, the only thing that made him jealous was the mysterious woman in the black coffin, who was the other party? Obviously, the owner of the blue ice sword that could block the spirit of the heavenly fire was the woman in the black coffin.

Cui Wuming, who was thinking, seemed to be hesitating, as if he was deciding whether to go or not, after all, he was leaving, and these people couldn't keep him, Lan Mengling was not in a hurry, he was waiting quietly, Xia Feng was not in a hurry, now he was the active party, and he also understood that Lan Mengling was unwilling to make a move unless he had to.

"Hmph, since you want to die, I will fulfill you!" Cui Wuming, who had been thinking for a long time, snorted coldly, took out an object and threw it at the sky, and the spiritual power in his hand surged: "Covering the sky!"

I saw a huge golden net falling from the sky, and with a strong killing intent, Xia Feng also frowned slightly when he saw this, and scolded angrily: "It's a spiritual weapon again, this person really has a mine in his house!"

"This is not an ordinary spiritual weapon!" Hui Xinlan looked at the golden net that fell, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious in her heart, she could see that this spiritual weapon was very extraordinary, and it was difficult to resist with her strength.

"Looks like you're trying to die?" said Lan Mengling's tone

Silk was disappointed, because she really didn't plan to kill Cui Wusheng, because she knew who the other party was, and she didn't do it for a long time, because she wanted Cui Wuming to leave by herself, but Cui Wuming didn't seem to need her charity and spare.

"Hey!" Lan Mengling sighed, and as this sigh ended, the black coffin lid also fell down, slamming heavily on the icy ground.

Cui Wuming has been staring at the black coffin, the moment the coffin lid fell, he clearly saw Lan Mengling's face, he recognized this stunning face, although he had only seen it once, but he was very sure that the person in front of him was Lan Mengling!

"It's you!" Cui Wuming said in shock.

Lan Mengling was slightly surprised: "You know me?"

"I remember, that sword is the last superb spiritual weapon forged by Ouyang Hua, the first refiner!" Cui Wuming looked at the blue ice sword with extremely greedy eyes, it was because of this sword that he had seen Lan Mengling on the portrait in the first place, although he had not been to Zhongtian, but he knew the character of Lan Mengling.

"It seems that you really know me, then I really have to kill you!" Lan Mengling flew out directly with the vitality disc in her hand, and the blue ice sword on the ground also flew into her hand on its own.

Lan Mengling can't prove his identity now, so the less people know his identity, the better, thinking of this, Lan Mengling is already thinking about wearing a veil to cover his face to avoid anyone recognizing him.

Lan Mengling's speed was not fast, but Cui Wusheng found that his speed had slowed down, as if a very shocking cold air had frozen his movements.

"Sky Shield!" Cui Wuming took out a cyan shield in his hand, but the cyan shield had not yet been taken, Cui Wuming stood motionless in the air, and a thin layer of cold ice began to appear on his body, but Lan Mengling didn't know when he had returned to the black coffin.

Cui Wuming turned into an ice sculpture holding a shield, slowly fell to the ground, broke into pieces, and the white jade plate also fell, and the sky-covering net also turned into a small net the size of a palm.

Xia Feng didn't see it, he only saw Lan Mengling flying up with his sword, staggering with Cui Wusheng, just a matter of moments, Cui Wuming turned into an ice sculpture and shattered into a ground, and the dead could no longer die.

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