At this moment, far away on Yao Mountain, Xiao Qingyun and Nangong Yuxuan stood side by side on the edge of a mountain cliff, looking into the distance, looking at the battlefield dozens of miles away.

After seeing that Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen were safe and sound, and that their cultivation had improved again, Xiao Qingyun was completely relieved, and there was no need to show up immediately.

Nangong Yuxuan opened her big eyes, watched the sky in the distance being dyed in various colors by brilliant spells without blinking, and asked with some curiosity: "Senior Brother Yun, aren't you going to help them?"

"Look, I have confidence in Xiaoyuan. Xiao Qingyun smiled faintly and spoke confidently.

Nangong Yuxuan blinked, still a little hesitant in her heart, she had the same opinion as Nan Songzi, although Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen's strength was not what it used to be, but after all, it was still the Yuan Infant Stage, as long as she didn't step into the Soul Transformation Realm, this gap would be like heaven and earth.

At this moment, a cold light approached at the foot of the mountain, and with a majestic killing machine, only Xiao Qingyun came.

But Xiao Qingyun didn't seem to be in a hurry, with a wave of his big sleeves, he dispelled the cold light, and his face habitually showed a warm smile like jade, looked at Lianyue, who had come to him less than a hundred feet, and said softly.

"Stop being naughty, come to me obediently, wouldn't it be better for us to enjoy that big battle together. ”

"Bastard, I'll kill you!" Hearing Xiao Qingyun's ambiguous tone, Lian Yueqiao's face became more and more cold, and she said with a murderous awe.

Xiao Qingyun didn't care at all, and said with a light smile: "Kill me, who will take you to the Thunder Immortal Sect?" Don't you want to go further, woman, it's better to be gentle, don't fight and kill all day long, you look at Senior Sister Yuxuan, how many people like it." ”

Lianyue has anger in her heart, and her personality has been perverse since she was a child, and she often doesn't think about the consequences when she does things, although she also understands that she can't kill Xiao Qingyun at all, and she even asks for him, but at this moment she still runs all her cultivation and presses it with one palm.

Xiao Qingyun sighed lightly and shook his head helplessly, knowing that with a woman with this kind of character, everything is nonsense, and it is most reliable to subdue it by force.

The figure disappeared in a flash, and when it reappeared, Xiao Qingyun suddenly arrived in front of Liyue, stretched out his left hand and directly grabbed Liyue's slender and white wrist, and his right hand grabbed her slender waist, his hand was smooth and soft, but it was extremely cold, as if hugging an ice stone.

"No matter how vexatious it is, don't blame me for being rude. Xiao Qingyun put his face to Lianyue's ear, and said in a soft voice.

At this moment, the two were already very close, no different from the hug between lovers, and the warm breath patted Lianyue's earlobe, making her face suddenly rosy, but her eyes were cold enough to freeze to death.

"Let go of me!"

The roar of the battle continued to come from dozens of miles away, and Xiao Qingyun didn't have time to continue to tease Lianyue, so he immediately let go, turned around and returned to the cliff.

I don't know why, the moment the warm breath left, Lian Yue felt an inexplicable sense of loss and irritability in her heart, standing in place for a while, she didn't even notice it, and she didn't care about Xiao Qingyun's offense several times.

If this had been placed in the past, it would not have been like touching the tigress's ass, it would have to be a volcanic eruption.

"Aren't you going to help your junior brother? Xiao Qingyun looked at it for a moment, then turned to Lianyue and said.

"What's my business. Lianyue was inexplicably irritable in her heart, and coldly dropped this sentence, and her figure disappeared immediately, appearing on another cliff, clenching her fists hatefully.

Not to mention this side for the time being, on the battlefield, Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen caught the old lady of Purple Fire before and after, how could they let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and let her teleport away.

Ling Wanchen swung the battle axe in his hand and directly volleyed down with an axe, cutting through the space and splitting a pitch-black crack.

This teleportation technique is a basic technique of the monks above the Yuan Infant level, which consumes a lot of money and has a lot of restrictions, when the spatial disorder is unstable, the teleportation cannot be expanded, otherwise it is very likely to be squeezed into the spatial turbulence, which is extremely risky.

Not to mention, at this moment, a crack was split in the space, and if the old woman of the purple fire forcibly teleported, it was very likely that she would fall directly into the crack, and the situation would be even more dangerous.

Therefore, she had to stop, opened her mouth and spit out, a purple flame that was far purer than the purple flame python erupted, quickly enveloping her whole body, this is her natal fire, extremely domineering, anyone as long as they get a little bit of it, unless the ashes are extinguished, this fire will never stop.

The old woman of Zihuo sneered inwardly, stared at Qiao Yuan, and deliberately avoided to the right, in fact, she concluded that Qiao Yuan would definitely chase after her, and as long as Qiao Yuan was stained with the fire of his life, it would doom him to death.

Of course, Qiao Yuan would not miss this opportunity, the blood of the God of War was boiling all over his body, and the four blood lines quickly extended to the back of his arm and hand, and the explosive power hidden in the flesh and blood made the sleeve robe bulge and surge, and at the same time, a phantom of the God of War also appeared behind him, although it was not as solid as Ling Wanchen's, but it was also beginning to take shape.

The figure was as fast as lightning, Qiao Yuan burst out with the power of his body, and the strongest punch suddenly bombarded in front of the old woman of purple fire, without touching her body, nor contaminated with the fire of life, just bombarding the void, the spatial shock caused by it was enough to shatter a mountain, and the space was even more overwhelmed, and there was a burst of clicking sounds, breaking a gap like a spider web.

The pupils of the old woman Zihuo's eyes shrank suddenly, only to feel that the bones of her whole body seemed to be about to fall apart as if they were being shaken by space, her internal organs shook and were dislocated, a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out, and her cloudy eyes looked extremely dim.

But even so, the old woman Zihuo did not show a panicked look, and the corners of her mouth even had obvious mockery and sneer, staring at Qiao Yuan as if she were looking at a dead person.

"Your junior is also a little scheming, first deliberately disturbed the line of sight, I don't know how to approach the old body, and then punched the void, while ensuring his own safety, he shocked the old body, so young, this kind of cultivation is such a mind, it is a pity to die. ”

As soon as the old woman Zihuo finished speaking, Qiao Yuan felt as if his body was being scorched by flames, and when he looked down, he saw that the clothes between his legs were contaminated with a purple natal fire at some point, the flame was not big, and it seemed to be extinguished with a light slap of his hand, but Qiao Yuan felt a great sense of crisis in his heart.

Before, when he saw that the old woman of the purple fire was covered in flames, he knew that the flames were not bad, so he only left his hand to hit the void and kept his distance from it as much as possible, although this could only hurt her, not kill with one blow, but at least he ensured his own safety.

There is a way, Jiang is still old and spicy, no matter how thoughtful Qiao Yuan is, he is still stained with this fire of life, seeing that the purple fire is burning more and more, the pain of the body being burned continues to come, and people's consciousness gradually appears in a trance.

Qiao Yuan pinched his hands and condensed a prohibition to extinguish the fire, but he didn't expect the flame to burn more and more, as if the prohibition he had made was the fuel for the purple fire to burn.

Seeing this, Ling Wanchen immediately wanted to come over with worry in his eyes, but was stopped by Qiao Yuan's eyes.

He finally understood that once this fire was stained, it would be difficult to disperse it, and it was very likely to affect Ling Wanchen, but fortunately, he was wearing a Dao robe without a trace of the moon, and most of the power of this fire was blocked, so that Qiao Yuan only felt the scorching pain now, and it did not affect the combat power.

"The fire of the predecessors is nothing more than that. Qiao Yuan no longer looked at the purple fire that was burning more and more under him, he couldn't help the pain, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the old woman of the purple fire and said lightly.

After speaking, he sat down cross-legged directly, and the whole person was bathed in purple flames, as if he was not affected at all, this scene made the old woman of purple fire shocked in her heart, her eyes showed disbelief, and she roared in a low voice: "Impossible, you ......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a large amount of moon-white mist emitting from inside and outside Qiao Yuan's body, covering his entire body in a hazy manner, and not long after, the mist dispersed, and a bright moon formed on his forehead, slowly rising towards the sky.

This is the first or second form of the Rising Moon Sky Technique that Qiao Yuan has not performed for a long time, the moon rises and breaks through the clouds, and the cold breath of the moon disperses, instantly making this place change from an extremely high temperature furnace to a cold ice cave, what is surprising is that the purple fire on Qiao Yuan's body is also under the effect of the cold qi, and gradually weakens, but it is not extinguished.

"The moon ascension sky technique, hmph, even if the three styles come out at the same time, you can't help the old body, what is the use of your two styles!"

The old woman of the purple fire didn't have time to think about why Qiao Yuan hadn't been burned by the fire of her life, so she snorted coldly and spoke, and then she took out an elixir and took it, temporarily suppressed the injuries in her body, and closed her eyes directly.

Fighting with the two Yuanying monks, dragging on for so long, and being injured by one person, if this matter spreads, the old woman Zihuo will feel that this old face has been lost, so she no longer drags the mud and water, and plans to use the Dao Mind technique that only belongs to the Soul Transformation Realm monks, so that they know that the gap between the Yuan Infant and the Soul Transformation cannot be made up by relying on magic weapons and minds.

After a few breaths, the old woman of the purple fire slowly opened her eyes, and at the moment she opened them, two flames rose in her eyes, and the spiritual qi of the whole person seemed to have become different.

"Dao Nian heart fire, burn heart!"

The old woman of purple fire spoke slowly, her voice was low, and at the moment it came out, Qiao Yuan's eyes suddenly widened, and two flames also appeared in the pitch-black pupils, and a painful roar came out of Qiao Yuan's mouth, and in his senses, there seemed to be a hot flame burning in his heart, which made people feel painful.

"Dao Nian Divine Fire, Burning God!"

The second voice came out of the mouth of the old woman of Zihuo, this time, Qiao Yuan could no longer keep his knees crossed, so he directly covered his chest with one hand, held his head with the other, and his body twisted and struggled.

"Dao Nian Soul Fire, Soul Burning!"

Immediately after, the third voice came out, Qiao Yuan's eyes were blazing, he no longer had any look, his body was just instinctively twisted and trembling, and a painful howl continued to come out of his mouth.

The heart burns the heart, it can burn the mind, the divine fire burns the fire, it can extinguish the will, the soul burns the soul, it can burn the soul.

These three fires are not the real fire, but the idea of the way of fire that the old lady of the purple fire perceives, the virtual fire.

The real fire can only burn the body, but the virtual fire can burn the mind and soul, and it is not limited by space, which is extremely domineering.

This process is said to be slow, but in fact, it happened in an instant, the situation was reversed in an instant, and the Soul Transformation Realm Monk had his own unique Dao Thought Technique, and it was even more difficult for the Yuanying Monk to challenge if he wanted to leapfrog the level.

But Qiao Yuan has gone through many hardships and obstacles along the way, how many strong enemies he has encountered, he has never succumbed, and his will can even resist the tempering of the Nine True Tribulations, no matter how domineering this void fire is, it cannot destroy everything in an instant.

Qiao Yuan gritted his teeth and roared, and the golden Yuan Infant suddenly flew out of his body, unable to control his body, but with Yuan Ying he also had to fight to the death.

A coercion far beyond the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant burst out from the golden Yuan Baby, only to see his eyes suddenly open, suspended above Qiao Yuan's head, Sen Senran looked at the old woman of the purple fire.

At the moment when she met the eyes of the golden primordial infant, the old woman of the purple fire was suddenly stunned, and her heart was greatly surprised, after all, the monk's primordial infant was the most important, and she would not take the initiative to fly out easily.

But at this moment, a dazzling moon-white light appeared in the eyes of the golden Yuanying, and there were two purple rays in the moon-white, which were the Moon Shadow Twin Pupils cast by Qiao Yuanyuan.

After the old woman Zihuo was stunned for a moment, there was a dazed look in her eyes, and her divine sense lost its effect, but it was only for a moment, and the purple pole spark in her body burned, making her recover.

But at this moment, it was Qiao Yuan who fought for his life, Ling Wanchen forcibly held back tears of worry and distress, and an axe fell on the back of the old woman of purple fire in the air.