The wound on his back was not deep, and it did not really penetrate his sea of qi, but even the Flame Master himself did not know, or until this time, that this was an important point in the operation of his body's meridians.

At this time, the Agni True Man pressed one hand on the sea of qi, wanting to stop the pouring of true yuan in the sea of qi.

It was just a slight pressure, a soft pop, as if the fire real man himself pressed an egg shell with his palm, and the wound on his back suddenly exploded outward.

The wound is penetrated anteriorly and anterior

The crimson True Yuan not only rushed out of the wound on his back like a sharp sword, but also traveled through the meridians in his body that had been completely disrupted.

These True Yuan were incomparably docile in his body on weekdays, nourishing his body like elixir, but at this time, he felt extremely painful and burning sensations, and in the afterglow of his eyes, the veins under every inch of his skin were full of fire.

He was so frightened that he almost cried.

He knew that he was about to die, and his entire body was about to be burned to ashes by the fire generated by his True Yuan.

At this time, he was 100% sure that the young man in front of him who was holding the sword of the last flower was the one back then.

The other party seems to be deliberately using such a means to taste the feeling of being burned alive by his own fire.

This is the real way of treating others with their own way, and it is the real one who plays with fire.

In the next moment, he was full of remorse and felt that he was simply an idiot.

Although he burned that man to ashes in a fire, it was when that manpower was exhausted, and even an ordinary person could no longer cope with it.

He vaguely remembered that when that person sat on top of the mountain of corpses piled up by the corpses of powerful cultivators, and could no longer rush to kill, many people were already so cold by the killing that they didn't dare to go up at all, including him.

It wasn't until a low-level cultivator's flying sword pierced the man's body that he finally had the courage to strike and release the fire.

However, after more than ten years, he really forgot those pictures, and really became an idiot, and when this person could still carry a sword, he came to collect the corpse with such confidence. It's hopelessly stupid.

He knew that he was about to die, and his lips and teeth were full of unspeakable bitterness, but at this moment, Ding Ning's voice came into his ear: "Do you still want to live?"

Without any hesitation, it was entirely a reaction of body and mind, and he nodded with all his strength.

The more powerful a cultivator like him is, the harder his cultivation will be, and he doesn't know how many hard practices he has to endure, how many difficult choices he has to make, and how many things he has to give up.

Therefore, the more powerful the cultivator, the more afraid of death, the more like those rich people in the world who have countless wealth, even if they use countless elixirs to hang their breath before they die, they are extremely painful and unwilling to leave this world.

His response was not at all unexpected.

The trajectory of many practitioners' lives is determined from the moment they determine the practice and go deep into it.

Although this meant that some cultivators who were even more powerful than him were unwilling to spend their own cultivation to kill him, making it surprisingly difficult for him to deal with, but in another sense, it was also a particularly death-fearing exercise. In particular, no one was willing to kill him, and he had experienced fewer life and death margins in his life than most of the grandmasters in the same realm.

As early as many years in Changling, he had already seen through this old monster who was away from the fire.

Ding Ning didn't say anything more.

He struck another sword.

The filaments of the Remnant Sword of the Last Flower split apart, turning into many thin needles that pierced into the body of the Flame Master.

The Flame Master instantly felt that his body was cold, and then he was shocked and extremely frightened to find that the meridians of his body that had been sealed by Ding Ning's several swords before had been opened up at this time, but they were completely circulating with a line that he was not familiar with.

In other words, Ding Ning's sword was like reorganizing his meridians, giving him more channels and cycles in his body that he couldn't understand.

The true yuan in his sea of qi naturally no longer ran in disorder.

The sense of power that belonged to the Seven Realms returned to his body.

At this moment, he had an intuition that he had the power to kill Ding Ning, but this intuitive feeling of facing cultivators whose cultivation was lower than his own only appeared for a moment.

In the next moment, a palpitation caused by this thought made him break out in a cold sweat.

He came to his senses and felt that this sense of power in his body seemed to have some kind of connection with Ding Ning, as if Ding Ning could give it at any time, but he could also take it at any time.

He froze on the ground, not knowing what to do.

......

At this time, Prince Yugou screamed violently.

His eyes were completely invisible, even the miserable green color disappeared from his world, and his eyes were pitch black.

He couldn't suppress the erosion of toxins in his body, and most importantly, the toxins completely invaded his perception, causing him to have countless delusions.

He couldn't feel the presence of Ding Ning, Qing Yao Yin and others, he only saw countless strange shapes, and even dead enemies who had been killed by himself were walking around him in a chaotic manner.

"How are you?"

The Thousand Tombs rushed to Qing Yaoyin's side, looking at Qing Yaoyin, whose body was almost twisted, and he was also stiff.

"I can't die for the time being, I've already taken medicine first, but you have to help me straighten my bones, otherwise even if I can't die, I'm afraid the bones in my body will become messy and not human-shaped. Qing Yao wanted to squeeze out a smile, but couldn't. The fragments of bones in his body reminded him of the messy thatch in the wasteland.

Before fighting Prince Yugou, he had no chance of winning at all, he could only use such means, so before the fight, he had already taken medicine.

Fortunately, Prince Yugou still underestimated him, and his plan succeeded after all.

Thousand Tombs squatted down, no longer thinking about the outside world, and began to search for the broken bones in Qing Yaoyin's body like a puzzle, and then put them together.

He was very young, but he was extremely focused.

......

Yutai Guanjian coughed up blood again and again, and his situation was only slightly better than that of Qing Yaoyin.

The fastest swordsman in the world can't even stand up now.

Qing Yao Yin used this method to solve the Jade Gou Prince, who was probably the most difficult to deal with among the enemies, and even the other party's weird Yin God and Ghost Tricks had no chance to use it, but now the crisis has not passed at all, and the biggest crisis comes from the sky.

Ding Ning raised his head.

A mountain-like shadow is falling.

These Teng Snakes couldn't stop the old woman in Jiaodong County in the sky, and another Teng Snake was killed.

What really held her back was actually the power of Qing Yaoyin, his six-winged golden cicada.

However, now, Zheng An's figure has fallen along with the falling dragon.

She broke away from the crane mount beneath her, and no longer cared about the battle between the crane and the six-winged golden cicada.

She came straight to Ding Ning.