The icy celestial power disappeared like a tide, and countless monks struggled to stand upright with their kneeling bodies blank.

The same is true of Long Batian, he got up and looked at the pale and confused Yuanying Monks, and said to himself, "Why did I kneel on the ground, what happened just now?"

He shook his head a few times, raised his eyes to look at the scarlet clouds in the sky, and exclaimed: "Heaven punishes the burning world, life and death are reversed, this is heaven's curse, it is heaven's curse!"

Long Batian's expression was excited, his face was a little flushed, and many Yuanying monks beside him looked at Long Batian who was dancing with strange eyes, which made his old face stiffen, smiled awkwardly, and whispered to himself.

"Why did I suddenly say the words Heavenly Punishment and Burning the World, Life and Death Reversal, as if engraved in my memory, what is going on?".

Raising his eyes and secretly glancing at the Yuanying monks who were all bowing their heads and silent, their faces were thoughtful, the Dragon Tyrant genius continued: "Everyone, do you know what is Heavenly Punishment and Burning the World, Life and Death Reverse Cultivation, and what is Heavenly Punishment?"

A monk from the Bright Radiant Heaven Sect said with a puzzled expression: "Although I don't understand what my predecessors said about heavenly punishment and burning the world, and reversing life and death, but this meaning is like in my heart.

Long Batian glanced at Lin Fan, who had a straight body under the clouds, and said with a complicated gaze: "There are cultivators who disobey the will of heaven, and the heavens send a catastrophe to punish them, this is different from the heavenly tribulation when the monks of my generation advance, after all, the heavenly calamity is nine deaths and one life, and the heavens still leave a glimmer of life and my generation of monks, but the heavenly punishment is the same as the heavenly punishment, it is simply ten deaths and no life, although Lin Fan pointed to the heavens and angrily reprimanded, attracting such cause and effect, but who among the ten thousand cultivators has this Dao heart, heaven's curse, heaven's curse, can die under this catastrophe, it is also admirable, Lin Fan is really heavenly!"

The scarlet clouds kept rolling, and when a thunderbolt pierced the sky like a fiery serpent, the chaotic clouds turned into a delicate flame.

The flame hangs high in the sky like a blooming flower, and the layers of flames slowly open like petals, revealing a colorful butterfly in the center of the flower.

The butterfly dances like a spirit in the heart of a flaming flower, and its light wings flap to bring up countless starry sparks.

The sparks fluttered between the wings of the colorful butterflies, and there was a long river of stars in the sky.

Beautiful, stunning, countless monks looked obsessed, and their eyes were full of endless yearning fanaticism.

Lin Fan's eyes were reflected in the sparks, his straight body was tense as if he was facing a great enemy, although the sparks falling from the sky were beautiful, but under that beautiful appearance, there was a fury that made Lin Fan jealous.

Even if even a trace of the high temperature contained in that little spark fell on his body, it could turn Lin Fan into fly ashes.

This made Lin Fan's face solemn, and he would never dare to be careless, but Wu Qianshu's face was ecstatic, and he looked at Lin Fan and sneered: "This fire can burn the sky and boil the sea, and you Lin Fan will die under this catastrophe!"

"Hahaha!" he laughed wildly, as if the next moment he could see Lin Fan turn into a cloud of flying ashes and disappear in front of his eyes.

Lin Fan frowned slightly, looked at the proud Wu Qianshu and sneered: "You were happy too early, didn't you find out that you were also within the scope of this spark?"

Lin Fan's words made Wu Qianshu's laughter stop abruptly, his face stiffened, and he raised his head to find that he was also within the range of the sparks.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! I am still passing through the catastrophe of the Yuan Infant, why did God lock me in, this must be something wrong!".

Wu Qianshu's face was pale, and his expression was terrified: "Heaven punishes the burning world, life and death are reversed, this must be you Lin Fan secretly yin me, it must be that you dare not fight with me, and deliberately insult the sky to have this calamity, it must be you, it must be you who are deliberately like this!"

"No, I'm going to leave here, this is your heavenly punishment, why should I be implicated?"

Wu Qianshu looked at Lin Fan, who was laughing at him, and said resentfully: "The Heavenly Tribulation only appears in the Immortal Ladder, today I, Wu Qianshu, withdraw from this ladder, if you don't die, you will fight in the future!"

He flicked his sleeves and shouted, "Flying Immortals!"

Before entering the Immortal Ladder, Ancestor Feng Wuxian once said that if you want to exit this ladder, you only need to shout a flying immortal.

In the step on the immortal ladder, Wu Qianshu looked at Lin Fan with cold eyes, waiting for him to exit the immortal ladder.

One breath, two breaths, and even three breaths, there was no reaction when he stepped on the immortal ladder, and the deadly starfire in the sky was only a few feet away from him.

"Flying Immortals, Flying Immortals, Flying Immortals!".

Wu Qianshu's face was hideous at this time, no matter how he shouted Flying Immortal, the immortal ladder under his feet did not react.

The catastrophe is at the head, the will of heaven is difficult to disobey, even stepping on the immortal ladder is irreversible, looking back, Wu Qianshu stared at Lin Fan with bloodshot pupils.

"If you want me to die, I'll kill you under the sword first, and I have no regrets in this life!"

Wu Qianshu stretched out his white palm, and a wisp of scarlet smoke rose in his palm, instantly turning into a scarlet blood sword, the sword light exploded, and the heavens and the earth would emit a terrible sword roar.

A sword qi that could not be discerned by the naked eye pierced Lin Fan directly, this sword qi made it impossible to dodge, and there was absolutely no possibility of dodging.

Lin Fan raised the sky and shouted, "My sword cultivator is not afraid of a battle, battle! battle!

Raising the Yuan Magnetic Sky Breaking Sword in his hand, the purple flame that Lin Fan suppressed in his body suddenly exploded.

A few feet of flame ignited on the round sword body, starfire fluttered in the sky, Lin Fan's long hair flew, and the peak body of Jin Dan let out a dragon groan.

"Kill with a breeze!"

Thousands of sword shadows merged in the air, and the Yuan Magnetic Sky Breaking Sword was like a soaring dragon and the sharp sword struck by Wu Qianshu slammed together.

There was a thunderclap on the ground, and the Yuan Magnetic Breaking Sky Sword, a huge ripple shook at the place where the sword peaks collided, and the ripples rippled and the air burst and flew out.

"Bang, bang!"

The two of them swayed, their swords against each other, their ankles sunk deep into the ancient stone steps, smoke and dust rising high like pillars of air, and two cold gazes met in the air.

Wu Qianshu's face was only a little pale, but a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Lin Fan's mouth.

The blood Yin Hong was like a spark in the sky, although the opponent was a powerful and incomparable Yuanying Cultivator, but Lin Fan did not give an inch.

Countless monks who were watching were silent, and the blow was a draw.

At this time, at one o'clock, two o'clock, countless sparks fell, enveloping the two of them to death, and under the terrifying sparks, the sword qi was rising.

The sword shadow was like smoke and mist, and the sword qi broke through the sky, and the starfire that fell on the two of them exploded violently, incinerating the two into two humanoid flames.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng!".

The sound of dense sword blades clashing sounded in the long river of sparks, and the sword qi that shot through the sky like flying rainbows pierced the sky.

Sacrifice life and forget death, just for a battle, even if a trace of flesh and blood is annihilated in the spark.

Tears kept dripping from Feng Wuxi's eyes, these two people were the light of my sword gate regardless of victory or defeat, but unfortunately each of them fell into this immortal ladder, which was the regret of his life.

In the flames, the flesh and blood fell off like a human skin alive, and the two shadows were intertwined, and Wu Qianshu stretched out his palm that exposed the white bones and slammed it into Lin Fan's chest.

Lin Fan's burning robe suddenly sunk downward, and the sound of bones breaking in his chest was endless.

A mouthful of reverse blood burst out of Lin Fan's mouth, turning into a vapor in the endless flames.

Wu Qianshu's cheeks were distorted, and from time to time scorched flesh fell off, and he howled miserably: "Lin Fan, I will behead you before I die!"