Murong Lin Zhi no longer shouted, nor did he roar, and wholeheartedly organized a sword formation to extinguish the flames in the invading sixty-eight flesh.

The flames in the sixty-eight flesh were not as crazy as before, which made Murong Linzhi's confrontation much easier.

At this moment, the muscles in the sixty-eight flesh stopped atrophiing, and the blood no longer dried up.

The four princes of Fengjun looked at this scene and speculated that Murong Lin was worried about his life, and the four of them took a long breath at the same time.

Forty-one, forty-three and Murong Lin Zhi were back to back, although the physical fusion had stopped, the sword qi with killing intent was emitted with both hands, and it was still endless.

Murong Lin Zhi's twenty-one clones in the secret realm did not relax at all, and the sword qi flew into the fire lake, and the sword array formed was still unbreakable.

The killing intent still condensed into droplets, pouring down on the flesh of the sixty-eight.

Murong Lin Zhi was more cautious than before, he was very worried about the counterattack of the old voice.

Murong Lin Zhi speculated that the Feng family's heartwork was very closely related to the old voice, so he further deduced that the Feng family was a pawn laid by the old voice in Fengjun.

Why did he lay this chess piece, Murong Lin Zhi didn't know, he didn't even know where the old man's voice was sacred.

From the-for-tat struggle just now, Murong Lin Zhi felt that the power of the old man's voice would only be stronger than the power of the Blood Lake and the power of the Spirit Mountain, and it would also not be weaker than the beautiful female voice hidden in the root of the cannibal vine in the U-shaped valley.

Murong Lin Zhi was self-aware, even if he now controlled the entire Yunjun and his clone had reached seventy-two, he still couldn't compete with the Blood Lake Power, the Spirit Mountain Power, the beautiful female voice in the U-shaped Valley, and the old voice that had just clashed.

Any one of these four powers, pinching him to death is like pinching an ant to death, although Murong Linzhi is still alive and kicking now, whether it is the power's disdain, or other reasons, Murong Linzhi is even more incomprehensible.

"What do the four great powers want to do?" Murong Linzhi muttered in a low voice.

"No matter what they do, as long as it's not good for our human race, we'll fight to the end. Forty-one said.

"Yes. Forty-three immediately agreed.

"Yes, to the end. Murong Lin Zhi was suddenly full of emotion, and his whole body was full of strength.

"Fight to the end!" said in unison in forty-one and forty-three.

The three of them waved their hands, their sword qi soared into the sky, and although their bodies did not merge, their movements were uniform, as if they were performing it alone.

At this moment, the old voice sounded in Murong Linzhi's ears again: "That's it, that's it, Zhentian coffin intervenes, the old man gives up, the old man gives up." ”

There was helplessness in the voice, but more unwillingness.

"Give up, give up, these two words, will you easily resolve the contradiction and turn the conflict into a jade silk?" Murong Lin Zhi's movements in his hand did not stop, but the tone of his voice was domineering.

Although Murong Lin Zhi didn't know where the Zhentian coffin was sacred, how could he easily let go of the opportunity of the fox and the tiger.

"What do you want to do?" the old man's voice was a little angry, but Murong Lin Zhi felt that it was not in his own body, nor in his ears, not even in the secret realm, but from a far, very distant place.

"I want to do it. Murong Linzhi sneered: "Do you want to trouble the master of this son." ”

"You know?"

"Zhentian coffin!" Murong Lin was proud, although he didn't know how sacred the Zhentian coffin was, but the tone in which he said these three words was all arrogant and domineering.

This time, he really risked his life, gambling that the old voice was afraid of the divine power of the Zhentian coffin.

The old man's voice did not echo, but the movements of Murong Lin Zhi's hands did not stop, and the flames were still in the sixty-eight flesh, and it was difficult to protect his life in sixty-eight points.

The fire lake had no wind or waves, and it became quiet all of a sudden, so quiet that you could hear the sound of Murong Lin Zhi's hands moving in forty-three and forty-one parts, as well as the sound of killing intent turning into water and falling on the body of sixty-eight people.

After a long time, the old voice seemed to weigh it again, and finally had an echo.

"Chaos Pearl, the old man gave up the fight, just to give Zhentian Coffin enough face. ”

The voice came from afar, but the confidence was still strong.

Murong Lin thought about it, hurriedly borrowed a donkey to go downhill, and said: "Give up, this son may not see it, what proof do you use, you have given up." ”

The flames in his flesh did not stop, and his life hovered on the brink of life and death.

A sigh came from a distant place, and then said: "After planning for thousands of years, I still made a wedding dress for someone." ”

Murong Lin Zhi didn't speak, waving his hands while listening carefully, for fear of missing a word.

"That's it, that's it, in the Chaos Bead, the old man's everything will be given to you, I hope you can accept the old man's love. ”

Not long after the words, a cool breeze blew from afar, and Murong Linzhi's whole body was shocked, as if he had eaten the human immortal fruit at this moment, and every pore of his body was comfortable.

The flames were still burning in his body, and Murong Lin Zhi didn't feel the heat anymore, as if it no longer used his muscles and blood as fuel.

"Hah...... Ha!" Murong Lin laughed three times to the sky and said, "Those who come will not refuse, refining!"

This time, he won the bet again, although he didn't know where the old voice said the Chaos Bead was, so he couldn't get everything in the Chaos Bead he said.

However, the flame in the sixty-eight flesh is really existing, and its power, Murong Lin Zhi has personally understood.

"Refining it, the eighth-level alchemist can easily break through. Murong Lin was complacent.

The fireworks in the sixty-eight flesh lost the control of the old voice, and immediately became an ownerless thing.

The sword formation composed of twenty-one clones of Murong Linzhi finally gained the upper hand.

The fireworks seemed to be burning, and all of them retracted into their veins, and the sixty-eight muscles immediately recovered as before.

The killing intent poured down from mid-air, landed on the body of the sixty-eight people, and immediately quickly entered the blood vessels, and the fireworks were separated bit by bit, and finally swallowed by blood.

The devouring fireworks flowed back to the heart, and finally turned into sixty-eight pieces of blood.

An hour passed, and all the flames in his sixty-eight flesh disappeared, and there was an extra drop of red blood in his heart, with a bead of danxiang.

Murong Lin Zhi was divided into forty-one, forty-three points, and the other eighteen clones also stopped the transmission of sword qi, and the sword net above the fire lake disappeared.

The three of them stood up from the ground, and Murong Lin Zhi looked up at the sky and laughed.

"Young master!" Schrödinger rode forward on a winged wolf and whispered.

Murong Linzhi turned around, looked at Schrödinger, and said, "What's the problem?"

Feng ...... Feng Tao...... He. Schrödinger spoke hesitantly, glancing at Feng Tao from time to time out of the corner of his eye.

"What's wrong with you?" Murong Lin Zhi asked as he faced Feng Tao.

"No, it's nothing!" Feng Tao replied.

"Don't be embarrassed. Jia Qing interjected, "Feng Tao sacrificed his heart and blood, and he could not inherit Feng's alchemy for the rest of his life. ”

"Is there such a thing?" Murong Lin asked in surprise.

Feng Tao nodded.

Murong Linzhi's face suddenly became serious, and he nagged in his mouth: "The blood of the heart, the blood of the heart." ”

At this moment, Feng Tao suddenly screamed in his ears: "Heart blood, I have heart blood again!"

"No, isn't your heart's work dedicated to the young master? Schrödinger, Jia Qing, and Wang Baoyu asked in unison.

"What's going on?" Murong Lin Zhi also felt strange.

"I don't know, I really don't know. After Feng Tao finished speaking, he began to cry with a whining and crying, tears raining down.