At this time, the young man of Huochen, who was still pinching the trick, noticed the sudden change in this, his vitality had been weakening, the sea of fire in front of him was shrinking towards the young man, and in the distance, the white-haired old man's eyes were full of pity.

"Huochen Old Ancestor is really ruthless," the white-haired old man saw that this face was Huochen's second-generation ancestral god.

"Huochen Ancestor forced him to use Huochen's secret technique, it seems that there must be more than that. ”

"I don't want to offend the Huochen clan, but if he wants to stop my destiny, I can only let Yibo die. The white-haired old man clenched his fists, and his heart was constantly deducing.

In the blink of an eye, the sea of fire in front of the young man in the morning was absorbed into the young man's body, and the flesh and blood of the whole body were exhausted, only the charred skeleton, and the floating water droplets, crawling in front of the young man, exuding a trace of coldness. This happens to be the Crystal of Broken Water.

"It's not a secret method!!"

"I !!"

The young man's withered face suddenly trembled, and two ghostly fires appeared in his eye sockets, and a flame giant sat in the center of his eyebrows, exhaling a puff of smoke.

"Fire Soul !!"

The young man smiled slightly, "The Broken Water Crystal is worthy of being an existence against the sky, and your soul may be even more delicious." "The youth is greedy.

The white-haired old man saw that this was not the young man just now, and there was an aura of vicissitudes.

"You should have died, you shouldn't have come back here!。 ”

"How many generations are you?"

"You're too weak! Get out! I don't want to kill you. ”

The white-haired old man's face was calm, "It doesn't matter how many generations I am, you can't kill me." ”

"Junior, I haven't tasted blood in a long time. ”

The white-haired old man is facing the powerful figure of the second generation of Huochen's ancestors, and he can only let go.

The villagers of Qianjia Village underground had long been frightened, kneeling on the ground, trembling their bodies.

Baihu Village Chief, pale, with piety, hugged his fists and said, "Thank you seniors, my generation's lives have been exhausted next to the broken river, please take away our mortal souls!"

"I didn't expect that there is a Tongfan in your clan, it's been many years, and only when I see your generation of village chiefs!!"

"I'm not sure I'll be able to defeat him!"

"A generation of village chiefs left a prediction that only the white-haired old man will bring us life! We can't go back, we can only go. ”

"There's no turning back!"

"The slave tribe can only sacrifice to heaven with death. The face of the village chief of Baihu did not change.

"This is also the fate of your clan!"

The white-haired old man's face was calm, "I can't interfere too much in the fate of your clan. ”

"But the old relationship between your generation of village chiefs and me. ”

"I just want to take him away!!", the village chief said firmly, holding the thin young man's body.

The thin young man was completely unaware and pale.

"Yes," the white-haired old man hesitated for a moment and spoke.

The village chief of Baihu touched Qiangu's forehead, with kindness, without any hesitation, "Qiangu, take good care of yourself!"

"Inherit with blood, break the soul. ”

"When you have the ability, you will naturally understand the mystery. ”

The village chief of Baihu knelt on the ground, his eyes were hollow, "return to the soul", and a tea mark floated out of the forehead of the village chief of Baihu, which was engraved on Qiangu's forehead.

The thin young man's face had long since stopped panicking, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye, crossing his face, "No!!"

The teenager, who rarely interacts with others, let out a roar,

"You are the only person in my clan who can leave the river alive, and you must take good care of yourself when you leave!"

"No!!no!!"

The thin young man, his eyes blurred, "Remember that you are a thousand orphans, Gu !!"

"Let's go!!"

"The fifth-generation village chief took over", the sky and clear water flowed out, separating the second-generation ancestor of Huochen from the white-haired old man.

Huochen's second-generation ancestor was full of greed, and he was extremely eager to see this inheritance.

"Inheritance, haha!!", Huochen's second-generation ancestor reached forward and grabbed it, and the white-headed old man shot out at the same time, "Cloud! Disk!"

A column of water appeared, exploded in an instant, and a compass rushed towards the palm of the second generation ancestor's outstretched hand, colliding directly.

"No matter who you are, I will definitely kill you", the second generation of Huochen Ancestor was completely enraged, and withdrew the palm of the hand that had broken a few fingers.

"Three Realms Grave Fire", many earth graves directly appeared on the earth, a huge flame giant appeared, slapped it with one palm, the white-haired old man sighed, "Luo Qiu", he directly transformed, a fiery red fang, a giant hand that soared to the sky, directly holding the underground Qiangu, the village chief and other villagers directly turned into souls, floating in the air. The white-haired old man and the young man took a few steps back and directly spurted out a mouthful of reverse blood.

The tea marks on Qiangu's forehead continued to absorb the power of the soul, and there were still a few ownerless souls who were captured by the second generation of Huochen Ancestor.

"You turned out to be a divine beast body, Qiu. ”

"Legend has it that you are the king of the mist, and your clan has decided to die, and I didn't think you would be left alone. ”

"Humph!"

"I'll always have a battle with you!!" The white-haired old man escaped into the long river of the void, a red glow fell, and a wild beast roared to shake the void and enter the avenue, causing everything to roar.

The second generation of Huochen Ancestor directly disappeared with smoke, leaving only the broken riverside, as well as the legend left behind by the broken river that no one else could live.

........................

In a temple far away in the sky, a Buddha flower floats, it is already dark here, and the stars are shining in the sky. Robes, robes, and two purple Buddhas sat facing each other, and the soul of a floating woman knelt in front of the temple.

The two Buddhas sighed, "Bad fate." ”