[Ran^Text^Library] "Die!" Ding Qianjun's eyes flashed with pleasure, and he opened his five fingers and slapped it fiercely.

Above the five fingers, the golden rays flickered, and the violent and deep force fluctuated like a stormy wave, surging, making people have no doubt that if this palm fell, the great man would definitely have no bones, and I am afraid that even the Yuan Shen would be completely scattered, lose the opportunity to reincarnate, and disappear into the world forever.

But at this moment, the big man raised his head suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled up to reveal a cold color, and a pair of dark eyes were like the dark and silverless deep sea, calm and introverted, how could he be a little panicked before. There was confidence and anticipation in his eyes, as if he was a hunter with a bamboo in his chest, looking at the prey that was about to be caught.

Such a change in expression fell in the eyes of Na Ding Qianjun, which made him suddenly startled, then furious, and finally sneered.

was surprised, because this person's expression suddenly changed into a bamboo, which made him suspicious.

Angry, because this man's eyes are high, and he doesn't look at him in the slightest.

sneered, thinking that this person was tricky, but he bluffed and wanted to scare him back and save his life.

"Bluffing, the old man is vertical, if you can't even see through this trick, won't you live in vain!" Ding Qianjun sneered and his big hand roared down, less than fifty zhang away from the big man, half a breath time is enough to blast him into powder, "If you are an enemy of my Flame Sect, you need to be ready to die!"

Thirty zhang!

At this moment, Dahan suddenly raised his hand and threw an object. This thing is completely black, the size of a child's fist, and there is no breath on it, and the divine sense sweeps it like an ordinary stone, without the slightest abnormality.

"Pretend to be a ghost!" Ding Qianjun's divine sense was swept away, his heart was settled, his face was a little hideous, and his big hand was slapped down.

With the full palm of Brother Jindan's hand, even the iron essence was about to be slapped into a discus, but the pitch-black thing trembled suddenly, and then a black gas that was extremely cold floated out of it. Under this black aura, the mana shield outside Ding Qianjun's body had no effect, and it was forcibly penetrated between breaths.

"It's not good, this thing is weird!" At the moment when the palm of his hand touched this thing, a coldness suddenly rose in the bottom of Ding Qianjun's heart, making his juniors' hairs rise suddenly, and a strong sense of crisis filled his heart. However, although he reacted extremely quickly, the black qi had already penetrated into his mana shield in an instant.

"Yike...... Yikes...... Yikes...... Yikes......"

A piercing whimper suddenly filled the sky, and it was pitch black inside the mana shield of the Thousand Armies, making it impossible to see what was really going on.

Only the Ding Qianjun had a panicked look on his face, watching the black qi in the shield instantly condense into dozens of pitch-black skulls, and the whimper with a divine sense attack came from this skull. With his mid-stage divine consciousness cultivation, his body was also stiff in this dense attack, and the mana in his body was almost solidified and stopped circulating.

"Yikes!"

With a scream in unison, the dozens of skeletons opened their mouths and instantly merged into the body of the Ding Qianjun.

This thing is an intangible substance, and the mana shield is as if it is nothing, and it is easily integrated into the flesh and blood, and the next moment it appears directly in the Yuan Shen of the Ding Thousand Army, and it is crazy to bite it when it opens its mouth.

If the monk is injured, as long as it is not fatal, he can use the elixir to recover quickly. And as the monk's cultivation deepens, when he reaches the Jindan realm, the physical body can still exist alone, and if it is a coincidence, it is even possible to be reborn. And if the Yuan Shen is damaged, the consequences are extremely serious, even if it is a cultivator, if the Yuan Shen is too badly damaged, it is still difficult to escape death.

"Ahh

Hundreds of zhang away, the pupils of Qingsong and Dan Lao contracted violently, and they looked at the middle-aged man, and their jealous colors flashed.

But at this moment, under the attention of everyone, the appearance of the middle-aged man changed suddenly, and his face changed for a while, and he was actually a young man!

"Wang Xiaofan. ”

"Little mortal!"

"Uncle Wang!"

The Qingyun Sect monk looked at the young man who suddenly revealed the lineup, and couldn't help but exclaim.

However, the pupils of two people contracted violently, and their eyes were full of horror. These two people are the black water and Wang Chong!

"This person is that Qingyun Sect King Xiaofan!"

"It is rumored that this son has only been in the Qingyun Sect for only one year, and it is rumored that he is a third-grade alchemist, and his cultivation is comparable to that of a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, I didn't believe it in my heart, but today it seems that this son is cultivating like this!"

"Half a month ago, the elders of the Stygian Water Sect were not good for the Wang family, Wang Xiaofan led people to kill all the monks of the Stygian Water Sect, obviously he is not a soft-hearted person, and he needs to be careful not to provoke him when he gets along with him in the future. ”

That middle-aged man was transformed by Wang Xiaofan who swallowed the Transformation Pill!

After Wang Xiaofan left the cave that day, he had no choice but to find that he didn't know where the Agni Sect was located, so he had no choice but to swallow the Transformation Pill to change his appearance, and then waited patiently until he went to the Agni Sect to see the many monks who went to the Agni Sect to see the excitement, and then came here with the bald old man, and everything that happened before happened.

"Disciple Wang Xiaofan meets the real person in charge and meets the master!" Xiao Chen saluted the two respectfully, and then hurriedly said: "Please also ask the real person in charge to make a quick move and kill this old ghost of a thousand armies!"

Qing Song's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this, and with his knowledge, he naturally understood that at this moment, the Dingqianjun Yuan God had suffered a heavy blow, and his mana was extremely weak, even an ordinary Qi Refining Stage cultivator could easily kill him, and Wang Xiaofan gave him this opportunity, undoubtedly with the idea of letting him take the opportunity to establish his authority.

Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly showed a bit of appreciation, and the hidden jealousy in his eyes finally slowly dissipated. Glancing at Dan Lao, Qingsong's body flashed, and he arrived at Wang Xiaofan's side.

The former respectfully took two steps back, and saw that there was no discoloration on Qing Song's face, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Please get rid of this person and raise the prestige of my Qingyun Sect!" Wang Xiaofan shouted respectfully.

"Please get rid of this person and raise the prestige of my Qingyun Sect!" The disciples of the Qingyun Sect turned red with excitement, and shouted in unison with all their strength.

Qingsong's old face showed a little excitement, the two sects have been fighting for thousands of years, and today this Flame Sect was finally destroyed in his hands, and in the history of the Qingyun Sect in the future, there must be a strong stroke of his powder!

"Ding Qianjun, you and I have fought each other for a lifetime, but in the end we were defeated in the hands of the old man!"

"Today, I will send you back to the West!"

Qing Song's eyes flashed fiercely, and he reached out and took the magic weapon in his hand, and threw it forward with a wave of his hand.

Burst!

The magic weapon instantly penetrated the black qi and passed through, bringing a rain of blood, and in the sense of everyone's divine sense, the strong aura that originally belonged to Ding Qianjun quickly dissipated, and the breath completely disappeared from the induction.

The dignified Flame Sect, the mid-Jindan monk Ding Qianjun, died!