In another corner of the forest, Zhengyang Zhenren and Xiang Yan had already stopped fighting. The clouds of fire finally dissipated.

"Thank you Zhengyang Sect Master for your mercy. Xiang Yan arched his hand and said.

"You are young, and it is not easy for the fire pupil to cultivate to this point. Zhengyang Zhenren said with a cold face.

He fought with Xiang Yan, who was only a high-level secret master, for a whole hour as a secret sect, but in the end it was only a draw. It seems that the petal in Xiang Yan's hand is impossible for the time being.

Just when the two of them wanted to separate and find their own places, a bright and golden light suddenly shrouded the two of them.

It looks like a warm light, but it feels cold. Zhengyang Zhenren and Xiang Yan raised their heads and found a huge mirror above.

"Baojing, it's you! Hurry up and let us go!" shouted Zhengyang Zhenren.

"I'll let it go, but I have to get the petals in the hands of Master Xiang's nephew first. Zhengyang Zhenren did not show up, but the voice came from the mirror.

"I can give you this inheritance. You come, let me out, I will give it to you, I keep my promise!" Xiang Yan made a promise, but he was unwilling to stop, not enough for him and Zhengyang Zhenren to try to perform the secret technique, but found that this light was sticky, making them unable to move. What's more, in the light, the flame secret power on the two of them could not be used.

"Haha! let you out, I'm not at ease. So, you're all going to die here. After Baojing laughed twice, he said to Zhengyang Zhenren again, "Zhengyang, haven't you always wanted to see what the real Heavenly King Beast Button Mirror looks like?

Under the mirror of the Heavenly King Beast, whether it was Zhengyang Zhenren or Xiang Yan, they were already powerless to answer. Under the tremendous pressure, their faces were as pale as paper, and they were sweating profusely, and their clothes were piercing through.

"I'm about to die, so don't worry too much. Mr. Baojing said with a smile.

Zhengyang Zhenren and Xiang Yan's eyes slowly drooped, and thin blood lines began to flow out of their facial features.

After Mr. Baojing finished his catharsis, he also began to control the Heavenly King Beast Button Mirror with all his might. Caught two big fish at once, he didn't want any accidents.

At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly erupted above the Heavenly King Beast Button Mirror, completely obscuring the light under the mirror. Xiang Yan and Zhengyang Zhenren both snorted, and more blood flowed out of their facial features, but their bodies suddenly gained freedom. The Heavenly King Beast Button Mirror was shaken!

"Who is it?" Mr. Baojing did not expect that someone would suddenly ruin his good deeds.

"Amitabha! The poor monk is polite. A thin monk appeared beside Zhengyang Zhenren and Xiang Yan. He doesn't look young, he's leaning over, but his eyes still look young.

Mr. Baojing, who had just appeared, couldn't help but tremble, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, a yellow light shot out of the Heavenly King Beast button mirror, and he went straight to the old monk.

The old monk didn't dodge, and the yellow light hit with a blow, piercing the old monk's chest, forming a hollow.

However, the old monk did not fall, but stroked his wound that did not leave blood, and recited the Buddha's name.

"You, you're not human!" said Mr. Baojing.

"How can the donor scold people?" the old monk smiled at Mr. Baojing and said, "It's time for the donor to feel it." ”

As he spoke, he smiled at Mr. Baojing, who only felt weak, and his hands were weak, and he actually dropped the Heavenly King Beast Button Mirror to the ground.

"Haha!" Zhengyang Zhenren suddenly laughed, "Haha, Baojing, you deserve it, if you want to die, we will die together." ”

"That's right. The old monk still had a smile on his face, and stretched out a finger to press it towards Mr. Baojing.

Mr. Baojing only felt that this finger was suddenly as heavy as a mountain, giving him great pressure. He tried to mobilize the secret power of his whole body, but the secret power of his whole body seemed to be drained, and there was no trace of it, without any trace of existence. Standing there, Mr. Baojing felt as if he had become an ordinary person.

With a "poof", the old monk's finger pressed on his forehead, and his forehead immediately burst like a watermelon. Mr. Baojing, the hero of Red Maple Island, died like this.

At the moment when Mr. Baojing died, Zhengyang Zhenren and Xiang Yan glanced at each other, and a fire crow pattern suddenly appeared on the two of them at the same time, and flames came out of the two people. This flame was different from the one used by the two before, and it was extremely pure. Everywhere the flames passed, both of them had a burning sense of their own secrets.

The old monk glanced at it, but he was not surprised, but put away everything on Mr. Baojing and said, "Interesting." ”

"Away from the fire golden pupil change!" the two of them shouted at the same time, and they both quickly pinched two strange tricks, and at the same time squirted out a mouthful of essence blood into the air. After the two mouthfuls of essence blood came into contact, they suddenly brightened, and flames poured out of it.

The faces of Zhengyang Zhenren and Xiang Yan also changed, and their eyes turned golden, but Xiang Yan's was brighter.

The essence blood of the two suddenly merged, and with a "boom", the flames burst suddenly, and a golden firebird appeared, with a phoenix crown on its head, and behind it there were flame-burning fire feathers. The most surprising thing is that the firebird has three legs, which is very similar to the legendary fire crow.

After the firebird was summoned, he glanced at Zhengyang Zhenren and Xiang Yan, then fought his wings and pounced directly at the old monk.

Everywhere the firebirds passed, the flames were blazing, and the ground was scorched.

Seeing this scene, the old monk did not panic, but said, "It's a little interesting." With that, he opened his mouth and roared, and a snow-white silkworm came out of his mouth, quickly grew in size, and spewed a large amount of frost at the firebird.

When the ice and fire intersected, they suddenly disintegrated, turning into a white vapor and steaming.

When the old monk saw that the ice silkworm was blocking the firebird, he no longer paid attention to the firebird, but pointed a finger at Zhengyang Zhenren. Immediately, a red light shot out of his fingers, and the air buzzed.

Zhengyang Zhenren and Xiang Yan were both terrified when they saw the red light coming, and they were about to struggle, but they found that their bodies could no longer move. At this time, the red light burst out, and Zhengyang Zhenren immediately ordered the firebird to block in front of him.

With a "boom", even the firebird and himself were penetrated by red light.

Xiang Yan, who was standing next to Zhengyang Zhenren, was also affected, and almost half of his right body was hit.

Zhengyang Zhenren, who was the first to touch the red light, let out a painful scream, and the firebird also continued to tremble, and it was possible to collapse at any time. Xiang Yan made an instant decision, directly cut off his right arm with his left hand, and then turned into a ball of flame and fled at an incredible speed.

At this time, the firebird finally couldn't bear the red light and burst open, completely enveloping Zhengyang Zhenren in it. Zhengyang Zhenren slowly dissolved, little by little into the flames, and the screams of pain gradually became silent.

The old monk was not surprised that Xiang Yan overcame the shackles of the secret realm on the edge of life and death and ran away with a broken arm, but said: "You can actually escape, it seems that the time is almost up." ”

Ran away from a secret master, the old monk didn't care. In any case, he still achieved his goal, reaching out and slowly catching the petals left in Xiang Yan's broken arm.

(End of chapter)