Qi Yan roared in his throat as if he had used all his strength, stumbling back, and everyone looked at him with a look of surprise that they had seen a ghost.

He raised his arm and pushed it in the direction he came, "Run, run, we're probably in the beast's mouth!"

Qi Yan didn't dare to stop for a moment, roaring as he ran, the red corners of his eyes, the wet ends of his hair, and his facial muscles were a little deformed because of the roar, and the scalded skin and flesh were black and red, making him look extremely hideous, like a messenger from hell.

"Don't listen to him," the big man turned his head after speaking: "Boy, you were the ghost just now! Now this one is coming again, to be honest, I look down on you!" The bearded man faced Qi Yan with his arms in his hands, pouting his lips with disdain.

Leng Yunyi and Ting Zhi, who heard the voice, struggled to use their magic weapons to follow Qi Yan back the same way in the sea of fire, they didn't believe that Qi Yan would go crazy for no reason.

Behind them, the little novice who had disappeared before reappeared on the sea of fire, the difference was that the whole person of the little novice seemed to be coated with a faint layer of gold powder, the golden light was shining, and a pair of black and white eyes lowered their eyes after looking around.

Qi Yan ignored the big man's ridicule, many people in front of him had already rushed back with a few runners, Mo Chen dragged the arm of the somewhat reluctant junior sister and walked back, Qi Yan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

"If you want to die, don't pull everyone, I think you have been robbed of the sea by demons, and you are hysterical here! Hmph! If you want to die, don't pull the cushion on your back, try my demon hammer first!"

After Qi Yan saw that the big man blocked the way, he deviated slightly outward, wanting to bypass it, but the big man did not give up, and Qi Yan, who wanted to correct the Fa on the spot to support the right path, felt a pain in his chest.

"Get out of the way! I don't have time to play with you here! Don't get in the way of Lao Tzu!" Qi Yan hates this kind of-stirring stick the most, and there is no shortage of people who have more than enough success and more than failure.

"Forget it, this little master, it's too late!" The little novice in the distance floated quietly above the sea of fire, with an indifferent face, and his outstretched arm pointed in the air, drawing an arc.

Qi Yan looked over, only to feel that there was a bad breath in his mouth, and he couldn't swallow it and couldn't spit it out, "Stupid!" He was angry and scolded a big man who was eyeing him fiercely.

"Ahhh!!h

"Qian Cheng, why did you stop everyone just now, do you know anything!" a thin monk gritted his teeth and glared, grabbed the big man's collar and lifted him up, his mouth spitting all over his mouth.

Around the boundless sea of fire, long fangs as sharp as steel knives have grown, and they grow by mistake, and the sharp teeth flash with a faint red light, which looks extremely demonic.

Originally, there were fangs growing in the open space that reached the top of the cave, blocking Qi Yan's only way to retreat, and the gradually closing giant mouth made the already hot mouth even more cramped and stuffy.

Little by little, darkness hung over everyone's heads, as if the last glimmer of light and hope had been obscured.

"If it hadn't been for Qian Cheng's obstruction, would it be possible that we would have gone out by now?" A black-clothed monk had a blank face and a sneering expression, and finally jumped up and grabbed the big pu fan in his hand to spurt blood from Qian Cheng's mouth and nose.

The accusations of everyone made the originally righteous and strong man bend his straight back slightly, but his neck was still stubbornly stiff, and he spit out the blood foam in his mouth, "Hehe, don't fall into the well here, if you completely believe this kid's words in your hearts, will what I say affect you? Haha, people's hearts are cold, and the walls are grassy! I also look down on you!"

The monks who tried to fly were mercilessly knocked down into the sea of fire again and again, and when they rose to the top of the gradually downward pressure, they made a clattering sound, as if to mock their incompetence.

"Ho!"

A voice that seemed to sigh and mock came again.

The sound of flickering and approaching knocked on everyone's eardrums.

The people who gradually got closer together all looked like they were facing a great enemy, I don't know if everyone was intentional or unintentional, Qi Yan found that he was surrounded by everyone, it may be that his ineffective reminder made everyone grateful.

Qi Yan sighed lightly, slowly turned his body, and surrounded the only two female monks in the giant mouth into the center.

This move has nothing to do with Mochen's similar appearance to Xiaorou, but only about the responsibility and responsibility on the shoulders of men.

"Bell!" like the sound of sharp weapons colliding with each other, pierced everyone's eardrums, and completely plunged into darkness, and a sour smell rose in the scorching air.

"Who stepped on my foot!"

In the darkness, I don't know who shouted angrily.

"Bell, bell!" the voice got closer and closer, and a fierce wind brought by the fangs swept through the corners of everyone's clothes.

Qi Yan stood in the outer circle and listened to the sound that was getting closer and closer, and he didn't know who was next to him who was a little trembling, and the hand holding the Qinglong Xuanjian with him was also a little trembling.

The waves on the sea of fire beneath their feet grew bigger and bigger, and the places for them to shelter in the confined space became smaller and smaller, and even the air became thinner.

"Ahh

A terrible scream sounded in the ears, and the popping sound of fangs piercing through the body, which was invisibly amplified in the darkness, intensified everyone's fear.

The monk is not an ordinary person who is unable to use physical skills, how can he not even release the spell of self-defense? Before Qi Yan could think deeply, he was knocked into a stumble by the crowd that was crowded with each other.

When he lowered his head, Qi Yan used a golden mang, a golden light crossed his eyes, and he propped his hands on his knees, only to find that the sea of fire under his feet had retreated somehow, turning into reddish-brown slime, and green turbid sour gas floated from it, and among them, there were palms stained with mucus that kept grabbing.

"Who grabbed Lao Tzu's feet? Do you want Grandpa and me to be the backrest?" the voice was a little hysterical.

In the dark, Qi Yan saw that this somewhat broken voice was from the rugged man Qian Cheng before, and he didn't expect his voice to be so sharp and harsh.

"It's not that someone catches you, it's the thing in the mouth of this giant beast that catches you again, this master must not bite indiscriminately!"

Qian Cheng didn't speak again, only heard a clear snoring and rough panting, and the sound of a rapid dull heartbeat was extremely clear.

"Whew!"

A somewhat satisfying voice crossed again, but it was strange and harsh in everyone's ears, Qi Yan suddenly felt a pain in his senses, and when he covered his head with his hands, he heard a strange laugh beside him.

"Break!" As the roar sounded, a sharp blade flashed in front of Qi Yan's eyes.