Chen Mo's handprint changed, a hole was opened in the head of the vine python, and Yan Lingyu, who was a little pale, slowly floated up.

On the huge head of the vine python, Yan Lingyu was holding the Jiuxiao Huanpei, and the red silk on his waist already had some small scorched black holes, which were injured by the spiritual power of the cultivator surnamed Wan.

Caressing the red silk, thoughts flashed like lightning.

Back then, the master was peerless, the infant had become a child, and many girls admired the good and evil, how many girls wanted to worship under his door, but the high-minded and extremely talented he didn't even choose Yan Lingshi, but chose her who was regarded as a stupid girl...

For more than ten years, she practiced enlightenment in Donghua Mountain with her teacher Zun Yuzhen.

She still remembered that in that early morning, the sky was full of light, and Shizun Yuzhenren's face was full of smiles, and she had a whim, and she actually used a big means to collect the glow and refine it into a spiritual treasure, but because of her, Shizun refiner backfired, suffered a lot of injuries, and the spiritual treasure that was turned into a magic weapon was also turned into a magic weapon.

But Shizun not only did not blame her, but handed over this magic weapon to her, as if he had a deep meaning: "The cause is caused by you, and the retribution is inherited by you, and the chances of your life may be on this red silk." ”

Since then, she has never seen her master again, and she has been by her side for several killings in the bloody Demon Sound Dao, and Red Aya has always been by her side, as if her teacher was by her side.

Now there is no trace of her teacher, and she doesn't know whether she is alive or dead, but this only thought is so damaged in her hands...

Yan Lingyu was a little sad, if it weren't for her lack of cultivation, how could she hurt Hong Aya from the fire.

Yan Lingyu's face was pale and a little distracted, Chen Mo glimpsed it, his heart ached faintly, he slowly clenched his fists, and then summoned the natal holy fetus.

In an instant, the blue light shone around Chen Mo, and green grass appeared, and the aura of heaven and earth around him gathered, and a large amount of vitality emanated from the small grass's body.

As if receiving the traction of this force, Yan Lingyu was slightly stunned, and found that the natal spirit plant in her body had moved, and it was almost out of her control.

I saw that on the top of the head of the rattan python, the bamboo shadow was sparse, the grass was swaying, and it was a scene full of vitality.

The next moment, the rising sun finally rose slowly, and in the world of flames, the glow of the sky was even more reflected, and Yan Lingyu couldn't help but think of that morning and the dashing and handsome face of the master again.

At this moment, the red silk actually flew out of Yan Lingyu's waist, the light was great, and a domineering aura rippled out, and then went away in the glow.

This sudden scene made everyone present slightly startled, that is, the cultivators of the Fire Immortal Sect all changed their faces and retreated.

Yan Lingyu was also slightly stunned when she saw this, watching the red silk gradually grow larger, and the small scorched black hole on it also became the size of a fist.

However, the next moment, I saw the colorful glow in the sky falling on the red silk, and the scorched black hole on the red silk closed in a blink of an eye, and in the eyes of everyone, the texture of the red silk gradually disappeared, and it really looked like a thick red glow from a distance.

As the time passed, the red silk scattered into the sky and the colorful glow, in the colorful glow, a handsome middle-aged man's figure slowly emerged, standing with his hands in his hands, looking at Yan Lingyu from afar, his eyes smiled slightly, and nodded with satisfaction.

Yan Lingyu covered her mouth and exclaimed: "Master!"

The voice fell, and the figure finally dissipated, and the glow of the sky poured towards Yan Lingyu, and flocked to her natal spirit plant, Zizhu.

I saw that the red glow was permeated in the purple bamboo, and the halo color of its natal spirit plant also changed to blue and red, and it surged to nine feet eight inches.

Seeing that Yan Lingyu's natal spirit plant aura had reached nine feet eight inches, his pupils shrank from the Ten Thousand Cultivators of the Fire Immortal Sect, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

But thinking of Fang Cai's invincible figure, the cultivator with the surname Wan hesitated, but in an instant, it was replaced by fierceness, it was just an illusion.

What's more, genius means luck, if the Fire Immortal Sect wants to unify the seven continents, it will kill all the geniuses of the other continents.

At that moment, the cultivator surnamed Wan took out a gray stone, which was a photo bead specially made by the Fire Immortal Sect.

There was a flash of light on it, and the scene in front of it was recorded.

put away the photo beads, and the four of them from the Fire Immortal Sect glanced at each other.

Killing a genius cultivator from another continent who has not yet grown up and whose natal spirit plant aura has reached nine feet eight inches, the reward they will receive will be unprecedentedly rich.

The cultivator surnamed Wan no longer left his hand, pinched the seal with his hand, and the natal spirit planted the golden wood rock and surrounded the slight golden mang.

With the blessing of the natal spirit plant, the pure fire spiritual power in the body of the cultivator surnamed Wan became more and more refined.

The powerful spiritual power of the fire gushed out, condensing into a huge red golden fireball with a diameter of ten zhang in the void, slowly rising into the sky, and the blazing heat wave suddenly swept out, scorching people's eyes and hurting people's skin.

And this is not the end, under the condensation of the cultivators surnamed Wan, the fireball began to shrink continuously, and the spiritual power of the fire in it became more and more condensed, and the momentum became more and more terrifying.

The other three cultivators who left the Fire Immortal Sect also exhausted their means, once again controlling the fire snake to attack Chen Mo and Yan Lingyu.

Yan Lingyu's natal spirit planted Zizhu with the nourishment of Chen Mo's natal holy fetus, his injuries recovered, his power increased greatly, and Yan Lingyu's cultivation also improved a lot.

At this time, she felt that as long as she was willing, the Natal Spirit Plant could frantically absorb the fire spiritual power around her and help her go further.

Sensing that the two-hundred-zhang fire snake was approaching again, Yan Lingyu stroked Jiuxiao Huanpei again, it was still a landscape tune, but the power was twice as strong as before.

The breath of the three people who controlled the fire snake shocked, and the power of the fire snake weakened again.

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, and while Yan Lingyu was resisting the three Qi Cultivation Tenth-Layer cultivators, Chen Mo suddenly took out the last Thunder Talisman.

As his spiritual power was activated, the thunder talisman flew into the air.

The sky fluctuated for a while, and the powerful and violent thunder rippled out, and everyone changed color.

At this moment, Chen Mo's spiritual sense locked on the cultivator with the surname Wan, and at that moment, the cultivator with the surname Wan felt that he was being stared at by a wild beast, and his whole body was terrified, and he gritted his teeth violently, controlling the fireball that had shrunk to the size of one zhang in diameter and broke through the surface.

The next moment, a golden fire dragon with a length of two zhang burst out, but if you look closely, there is still some red on its body, obviously this Eight Desolation Fire Dragon Technique of the Fire Immortal Sect is powerful to the extreme, but the cultivator surnamed Wan does not dare to wait any longer.

Seeing the fire dragon appear, the corner of Chen Mo's mouth sneered, and the next moment, a bright white slashed the two golden flame fire dragons.

With a loud bang, most of the body of the two zhang golden flame fire dragon was broken, but this thunder was also taken down, and the body of the golden flame fire dragon was rolled, and it was as intact as ever, but it was less than one zhang.

Chen Mo was moved, and then the second thunder force fell.

With another loud bang, the golden flame dragon was instantly shattered, scattering into a rain of fire in the sky, and at this time, there was only one thunder power left in the thunder talisman.

Seeing that the thunder talisman did not stop, and the violent energy was still there, the cultivator surnamed Wan let out a low shout, and the red gold flames rose around him, and the hunting sound on his robe, and the fire rune pattern on it exuded a strong golden glow.

The next moment, the last thunderbolt finally fell, smashing into the body of the cultivator surnamed Wan.