Facing Yan Ziyan's new round of fierce attack, the white-clothed Langjun smiled slightly, then suddenly raised his hand, and played several magic tricks in a row, and disappeared into the surrounding void in a flash.

The next moment, in the yellow spiritual realm it released, a ball of discs the size of a wheel appeared, dripping and spinning, constantly weakening the sound wave attack emitted by the purple-winged bat, but there were still layers of folds on the extremely high-grade white-clothed robe on its body.

After a while, there was a "hissing" sound, and countless tiny openings were broken in his robe, and the discs finally began to collapse one after another.

At the same time, the ruins of the palace beside and behind the white-clothed Langjun all trembled under the sound waves, and soon they all turned into powder, fluttering up like smoke and dust, and spilling everywhere.

Seeing this, Yan Ziyan was slightly happy in his eyes, and he was busy chanting words in his mouth, and his hands quickly played with the pipa in his hand.

The purple-winged bat's eyes flashed fiercely, and its wings spread violently, turning into a purple light, and rushed towards the white-clothed Langjun.

"Hmph, since you don't eat and drink in the toast, then don't blame me for being ruthless!" The white-clothed Langjun glanced down at the torn clothes, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and he said.

With that, with a twist of his wrist, a flash of inspiration flashed in front of him, and a huge iron fan more than six feet long immediately appeared, on which a circle of intricate yellow runes was engraved, and from it came a strong aura of earth attribute laws.

I saw that he pinched the magic trick with one hand, and the iron fan in front of him immediately opened with a "cang" sound, and a yellow-haired beast pattern with the appearance of a roar on the huge fan surface shone brightly, and it jumped out of it as if it had been resurrected, and a huge mouth flew out of it A tornado hurricane wrapped in rolling yellow sand flew out.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

A furious sound came, and Huang Sharon swept through, directly smashing the purple-winged bat that rushed to him.

And Yan Ziyan, who was holding the pipa, only felt stagnant, and couldn't dodge it at all, and was slammed by this yellow salon roll, and the whole person flew out upside down, and hit the door of the "Flowing Fire Palace" behind with a "bang", and fell in.

"Tsk, it's heavy, don't spoil that face...... "The white-clothed Langjun screamed "oops" in his mouth, hurriedly put away the iron fan, and hurried forward in distress.

But before he could reach the door of the temple, a faint and dense sound suddenly sounded in his ears, sounding like the sound of countless beetles flapping their wings at the same time.

Immediately afterward, Yan Ziyan's exclamation came from inside the hall: "No! What kind of ...... is this?"

As soon as the words fell, her figure burst out from the main hall, and before she flew into the air, she fell down heavily and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Seeing this situation, the white-clothed Langjun was stunned at first, and then looked at him with his eyes fixed, and immediately gasped.

I saw a large piece of dark red insects the size of rice grains, with dots of red flames burning on their bodies, and they were densely crawling all over Yan Ziyan's body.

His face rolled wildly on the ground in pain, his mouth kept letting out hoarse moans, and his body was covered with a pale golden mist under the scorching flames, and fine lines began to grow on his originally radiant cheeks at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gray hair began to appear on his sideburns.

What was it that seemed to burn her essence?

You must know that although the Golden Immortal Realm monk still can't avoid the coming of the calamity, but in addition, his longevity is almost infinite, and this strange insect actually has such an ability to defy the sky?

The white-clothed Lang Jun's face suddenly became extremely difficult to look at, and his heart was even more frightened, and as soon as his body turned, he was about to flee here desperately.

But at this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred!

A huge figure descended from the sky, descending like an iron tower, and a layer of fiery red spiritual realm immediately enveloped the four fields, enveloping him as well.

The white-clothed Langjun looked sideways, and saw that the person's face was out of phase, his head was fiery, his nose was like rhino horns, and there were two huge gold rings hanging on his two pointed ears, his expression was cold, and there seemed to be disdain in his eyes.

This fiery alien race is none other than Chi Rong.

After feeling the powerful aura deliberately released by Chi Rong, the heart of the white-clothed Langjun suddenly cooled by half, and he was a monk in the late Taiyi period.

"A little golden immortal, you dare to touch the fireflies raised by the master, and let me see how long your longevity is enough for it to burn?"

"What...... What, there really is such a thing?"

When the white-clothed Langjun heard the words "Fire Year Firefly", the whole person couldn't help but stiffen, and then he suddenly remembered a rumor that had been circulating in the True Immortal World for a long time.

The legendary firefly is a very peculiar spirit worm, although the appearance is similar to the firefly in the mortal world, but what it burns on its body is the flame of the years that contains the power of some strange law of time.

However, because of its very short lifespan, it often only has a few months to live, and if no living beings are burned by it, it will not be able to reproduce continuously, and eventually it will become extinct and extinct, so it is not too much in the world.

However, it is said that some monks who are proficient in the way of insect control can freeze it for a long time with a time treasure or a special prohibition, and then open the secret treasure or prohibition to release it when they need it.

Obviously, there was such a prohibition in this Flowing Fire Palace, and it was his fight with Yan Ziyan that broke the prohibition and released this thing.

The white-clothed man was in a cold sweat on his back, and when he was thinking about how to get out, he saw the alien man's eyes turn and stare at him.

He knew that something was wrong, and he didn't dare to hesitate at all, and as soon as he pinched the magic with both hands, the yellow light around his body lit up, and an earthy yellow vortex suddenly appeared under his feet, and a spin engulfed him, and the figure disappeared immediately.

However, after only a few breaths, an earthy yellow halo lit up again on the ground hundreds of zhang away, and the figure of the white-clothed Langjun was pinched by a flame hand that extended from above the crimson spirit realm, and was pulled out of the ground.

"Hehe, since you're here, don't think about leaving. Chi Rong chuckled lightly and raised his hand to press heavily on the ground.

The big flame hand grabbed the white-clothed Langjun and pressed him to the ground.

Immediately after, Chi Rong unhurriedly took out a dark red piccolo from his arms, covered with black spots, which looked like an old blowtorch.

However, when Chi Rong pressed the hole in it and played the flute, there was a quaint and desolate sound coming out of it.

As this voice sounded, the sound of "buzzing" in the main hall of the Flowing Fire Palace became louder and louder, and thousands of fireflies were awakened from the frozen state, and they flew out one after another, and pounced on the white-clothed Langjun.

For a while, the screams resounded in the sky again.

Chi Rong didn't look at the white-clothed Langjun and Yan Ziyan again, but strode towards the other side of the square.

There, there stood a statue of an alien race that was fairly well preserved, with few signs of damage on its body.

Its hands and feet are as big as a fan, the hair on the top of its head is like flames, its upper body is naked, and its skin is engraved with circles of strange patterns.

"The disciple is good at advocating that he come here to collect fireflies, and it is not strange to ask the master to respect him...... Those who trespassed on my Fire Palace have been ambushed. I saw Chi Rong walk up to the statue, bow solemnly to it, and murmur in his mouth.

......

More than ten days later.

In the sky above a certain mountain forest in the ruins of the Shingon Gate, a cyan figure drove a jasper flying car, flying through the sky, its face was pale and ordinary, it was Han Li who had changed his appearance and assumed the identity of Li Jiangliu.

All these days, he continued along the back of the huge pond, finding only sporadic ruins along the way, and no more danger or treasure, and he had come here peacefully.

On the flying car, he looked ahead, his brows suddenly frowned, the law in his hand changed, and he controlled the flying car to fall to the ground.

After landing, Han Li took off the car and walked out along the path paved with bluestone slabs in the forest, and soon came to a huge suspended arch bridge.

I saw that the main body of the arch bridge is a wood and stone structure, the width is more than 30 zhang, there are both bluestone steps on it, there is also a flat lane, there is a gray and white stone lion on both sides of the bridge, as the spiritual object of guarding the arch bridge.

Han Li stepped forward and raised his hand to stroke one of the stone lions, which was much taller than himself, confirming that it was just an ordinary Guardian Stone Beast, and there was no spiritual power fluctuation on its body at all.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he slowly climbed the stone steps and walked towards the bridge step by step.

When he reached the center of the arched bridge, his footsteps suddenly retracted, and he did not continue to move forward.

Because when the bridge deck arrived here, it was broken, and further on it was a spatial rift with a length of thousands of zhang, and there was no light in it, only bursts of strong spatial fluctuations kept coming.

The other half of the arch bridge seems to have been swallowed up by this spatial crack.

In addition to this huge spatial rift, there were also countless dense small rifts scattered around, and although they did not completely block Han Li's way, he did not dare to rush through it.

Han Li's eyes were slightly condensed, staring at the black space in the crack, but he found that there was nothing inside, and he couldn't see anything at all, and after observing it for a long time, it even made him feel a sense of fear that he was going to be swallowed up by it.

He slowly retracted his gaze, and looked towards both sides of the bridge, only to see that the area on both sides stretched for thousands of feet, almost the same as here, whether it was a towering ancient tree or a pavilion, all neatly cut in half.

Either they are still standing as tenaciously as this half of the arched bridge, or they have collapsed and become dilapidated.

All this seems quite weird.

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