On the fly ash like powder, a colorful flame floated quietly, and if someone observed it carefully at this time, it would fly into the center of the colorful flame, and a small purple flame was swinging tenaciously.

"Lin Fan died under this fire, then this Origin Fire will belong to me, Long Batian!"

Looking around, the Yuanying Cultivator looked around, Long Batian's breath leaked out, and the coercion of the Void Breaking Realm set off a sky-covering wind in the Immortal Ladder.

The raging coercion made the faces of many Yuanying monks change greatly, and one by one their figures swayed and retreated dozens of feet away, before they could stop their trembling bodies.

"Who is not convinced?".

Long Batian raised his eyebrows, and said with disdain: "Not to talk about the alliance with the Flying Immortal Sword Sect, even if you and others rise up and attack it, why should I be afraid of Long Batian, hehe! A group of ants dare to compete with me?"

There was a hint of madness in Feng Wuxi's eyes, he roared angrily, and a terrifying sword qi burst in his eyes, and two sword qi like a breeze shot at Long Batian's chest.

The terrible sword roar tore through the space, and the solid space was cut out of two pitch-black cracks, and the shadowless and invisible sword qi was like a poisonous snake, clinging to the ground and suddenly rising high when it reached the front of Long Batian's body, and slashed down fiercely.

"Lin Fan is a disciple of my Flying Immortal Sword Sect, although he has fallen, the things left behind also belong to my Sword Sect, anyone who dares to touch it will be my Sword Sect's mortal enemy!"

Long Batian ignored the sword qi that cut off his chest, and said with disdain on his cheeks: "What kind of face does a sect that can't protect its disciples say shameful words, this fire is going to be decided by my Long Batian!"

The ripples in front of him moved slightly, and the body wrapped in the green shirt seemed to be standing in a mirror, and the tall body became ethereal.

The light around Long Batian's body was distorted, and the whole person seemed to be out of this world.

The terrifying sword qi slashed at Long Batian's chest, disappearing silently like bubbles in water, which made Feng Wuji's furious cheeks pale for a while.

"The realm of breaking the void can make people put themselves in the void and transform between reality and nothingness, is this the mastery of the monk of breaking the void?"

Dozens of Yuanying monks had ugly faces and whispered to each other.

The ripples in front of Long Batian swayed, he stepped out, and his illusory body reappeared in front of everyone.

Looking around, looking at the faces of the Yuanying Monk Tie Qing, he smiled with satisfaction: "It seems that no one has any objections, then I will take this colorful flame as a whole."

He waved his sleeves and stretched out a palm, and the five fingers between his palms were like hooks, and he suddenly grabbed the seven-colored flame on the ground.

The colorful flames were reflected in the erect eyes of Long Batian, and the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and it was expected that this flame would be in harmony, and this was the happiest time in his life, even when he first cultivated with the beautiful female dragon, it was never as comfortable as this time.

He could feel the resentful gaze of those Yuanying monks, those gazes were like a sword piercing the heart against his back, but so what, the cultivation world is all about strength, who made them not as strong as themselves?

The more he thought about it, the more beautiful it became, and a few beautiful bubbles bubbled up in his heart, and the fire of origin was in front of him, and he began to dream of the scene when he broke through to the Harmony Path.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the colorful flames, Lin Fan turned into a handful of ashes, and a small blood-colored toad suddenly appeared.

Its small, flattened eyes had a hint of sarcasm, and its large mouth that could tear the back of its head suddenly opened, and a long black tongue flashed through its mouth.

Long Batian's smiling cheeks stiffened, and a terrifying crisis rose in his heart, he screamed, his outstretched palm suddenly retracted, and his steps took a few steps back.

"This clam hasn't disappeared, so won't Lin Fan still haven't fallen?"

Long Batian's face was shocked, and many Yuanying monks exclaimed, countless eyes stared at the blood clam without turning their eyes, and the tip of the tongue of the blood clam appeared outside the mouth, and I don't know when an extra drop of golden blood appeared.

Its eyes narrowed slightly, and the blood on the tip of its tongue rolled into its mouth, and its slightly cracked clam mouth actually carried a smile of enjoyment.

The breath of blood devoured by the blood clam was furious, and the trace of pure dragon qi emanated from it, which made the eyes of many Yuanying monks solemn, and they looked at the retracted palm of the dragon tyrant.

Long Batian stretched out his arm that grabbed the colorful flames, and there was an extra line of Yin Hong's blood at the root of his wrist, his fingers opened, and his arm turned.

After a few breaths, there was a soft "pop", and the palm that was still opening slipped off the wrist.

There was a loud "boom", and the moment the severed palm hit the ground, it turned into a dragon claw several zhang long, bouncing violently on the ground.

At this time, at the place where Long Batian broke his wrist, golden blood spurted out like rain, scattered in the flying ashes that Lin Fan had turned into.

Long Batian let out a muffled snort at this time, and his erected eyes were full of horror, what the hell was this clam that could ignore his arrogant physique and cut off his palm without a sound.

He is a dragon clan, and his physical defense is incomparable in the world, even if he lets the Yuanying monk chop with a supreme weapon, he also has the confidence not to be hurt.

But now the scene in front of him made him not frightened, this little toad can actually hurt his own body, if the long tongue just now slashed at his wrist from time to time, but his own eyebrows, then where can he survive at this time.

Fortunately, Long Batian's physical body was strong, he picked up the broken dragon claw, connected it to the broken wrist, and a body of qi and blood gathered in the fracture, and after a few breaths, the palm that turned into a dragon claw returned to its original state, but a scarlet blood line came out at the fracture.

He will never be able to use this hand to fight people in a short time.

A breeze blew, and Lin Fan's ashes stained with dragon blood actually danced with the breeze, and an ancient dragon chant resounded in the void in the immortal ladder.

Long Batian and the others hurriedly retreated, away from the ashes fluttering in the wind, a hint of gloomy feeling made them instinctively retreat further.

"What's going on at this time, Lin Fan's breath has long since disappeared, where did that dragon roar come from, is that I am old and in a trance?"

"This dragon chant definitely exists, listening to its voice is definitely not today's pseudo-dragon, the dragon chant is ancient and vicissitudes, and the breath is unmatched, it should be an ancient real dragon!"

"It's rare that there is an ancient true dragon who wants to break through the void and descend to this realm, and it's rare that my dragon clan is a sign of great prosperity!"

Long Batian changed his frightened face, his cheeks showed a look of ecstasy, and his erected eyes looked at the sky.

"Boom"

In the blue sky with a loud thunderous sound, there was an extra scarlet meteorite.

The meteorite was huge, burning violently in the sky, and the sky-high flames stained the entire canopy with blood.

The entire sky over Sirius was shrouded in scarlet blood, and the meteorite that broke through the sky slowly grew larger in the eyes of countless cultivators.

The high-speed friction burning caused the meteorite, which was a hundred and ten kilometers in diameter, to pierce the sky through a pitch-black hole, and in fact, the bloodthirsty killing emitted caused a scarlet blood rain to fall from the sky.

Where the blood rain shrouded, the grass and trees withered, the earth collapsed, and countless mortals melted their flesh and bones in this blood rain, and the heavens and the earth were shrouded in death.

"Demon ...... The demons are coming!".

A terrible howl sounded in the Immortal Mountain, and all the sects scattered across the Sunset Continent opened the mountain protection array.

A shimmering shroud of light shrouded the mountain gate, and it was isolated from the rain of blood from the sky.

At this time, Feng Wuxian rushed in front of Long Batian, and roared with blood-red eyes: "Didn't you say that the demon clan only took back the suppressed ancient demons?

Long Batian was stunned for a moment, and his face was cold and pushed Feng Wuxian away.

"It's just that some mortals have died, what's wrong, if your human ancestor has suppressed it for ten thousand years, it should be okay to let these demons breathe a bad breath, and the great array of your Immortal Mountain has been opened, aren't a few of your disciples dead?"

"You ......".

Feng Wuxian staggered, raising the sky and roaring: "Since the ancients, the demons have not been opposed! I actually believe the lies in their mouths!".

"No, I'm going to send away the seeds of the Sword Gate, and there will be a day when the Sword Gate will be revived in the future!"

In just a few breaths, Feng Wuxian regained a trace of clarity, he looked at the disciples in the immortal ladder with complicated faces and sighed: "The demon clan is coming, it is clear that they want to slaughter my human race, you are waiting for my sword sect hope, you should bear the rules of my sword sect to revitalize!"

"Stop!".

Feng Wuxi's face suddenly changed greatly, and his body turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared.

In the step of the immortal ladder, Ji Wuwu's face was pale, the sword across her neck was gently pulled, and she whispered in her mouth: "If you don't look back, why don't you forget, since you have no fate, why do you need to swear, today's everything, like water without a trace, tomorrow and night, you are no longer strange."

Just as she was dying with a sword, Feng Wuxian suddenly appeared on her body, and the sword in her hand fell with one palm.

"How can you be so reckless, Lin Fan's blood clam law has not disappeared, which means that he has not really fallen, when he recovers, he will fall into his heart because of you, and the path of the avenue will be cut off, is this the result you want?"

Feng Wuwu's words made the desperate Ji Wuwu's eyes light up, and Yin Hong's blood dripped from his white neck.

Blood stained her snow-white robe, but she didn't care, just looked at the wind with a hopeful gaze.

"What you said is true, Lin Fan still has time to recover!"

Feng Wuxian nodded solemnly and said, "Now that the demon clan has descended, you and many disciples have left together, and he will be able to see each other one day?"

"I ......"

Feng Wuxian saw that Ji Wuwu was going to say something, and immediately interrupted her words.

"Go, go, or you'll drag him down!".

After speaking, a golden token in Feng Wuji's hand flew into the air, and countless sword pavilions in Immortal Mountain flew out of the air, and a strong suction force sucked the disciples in the immortal ladder into the pavilion, turning into a dazzling light that broke through the void and disappeared in a flash.

At the moment when Ji Wuwu was sucked into the Sword Pavilion, she slashed at a bundle of long hair and handed it to Feng Wuxi.

"Tell Lin Fan that if he doesn't give up in this life, I will live and die!"