The wrath of the waning moon, the flames surging. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The fire of Nirvana is like a heavenly river pouring down, igniting the entire valley in an instant, and by the faint mountain wind, it seems that the sea of fire is surging, boundless.

The fire borrowed the wind, the wind borrowed the power of the fire, and the whole sky changed, and the dark red sky was mixed with a touch of touching light purple, which actually made people feel a nightmare from the heart outward.

The flames were monstrous, and the fire in the waning moon mirror did not seem to be exhausted, cleansing all things in the world.

This fire purgatory seems to have become the end of everyone.

The killers under the master of the God Killing Hall screamed continuously, and those who could scream were lucky, because when they were burned by the flames, they more or less understood how they died, and most of them were swallowed up by the sea of fire before they even had time to shout, and turned into flames in an instant.

In an instant, most of the killers under the god-killing hall master were directly burned to death by the flames, and only a few killers were touched by the god-killing hall master's desperate resistance to the light of the fire, so they did not lose their lives.

The God Slayer Hall Master deserved to be a master of the Yuan Infant Stage, even if the fire was so raging, there was no excessive panic in his eyes, and after initially being surprised that the already extremely weak Zi Kite would suddenly make a move, he quickly regained his composure.

But when he saw that he folded his fan and shook it, there was an extremely cold wind within three feet of him, and the wind seemed to blow from the depths of the earth.

It is as strong as the fire of Nirvana, and it actually lingers in the area where the yin wind is generated, as if it is afraid of three points.

"You all lean here, hurry up if you want to live!" "The God Killer Hall Master urged the folding fan in his hand with all his might, and beckoned to the remnants of his killers.

Those killers finally saw a chance to live, and they all squeezed towards the three-foot land as if crazy.

How could there be a few people standing on a three-foot ground? So in order to survive, he even did not hesitate to draw his sword to face each other.

The master of the god-killing hall originally wanted to stop it, but looking at this scene, he knew that it was just futile to stop it, people were most desperate for their lives, and in this situation, there was a glimmer of life, who would give in.

But when I saw you stab me, I slashed you, and finally approached the three-foot land, but after all, it was too late, and I screamed, and was swallowed up by the flames of Nirvana's fire.

However, there were still a few strong subordinates who squeezed in with all their might.

However, most of them are also hung with colors and embarrassed.

The God Slayer Hall Master didn't care about this, in his eyes, these killers were just ants, dead or not, it didn't mean anything to him.

But seeing that he folded his fan and waved it repeatedly, he actually had the momentum to force back the fire of Nirvana, and he couldn't help laughing and said, "The fire of Nirvana is nothing more than that!"

The kite in mid-air, in red clothes, is in full bloom, like a red lotus in the world.

Her voice was distant and ethereal, as if coming from the sky: "You think this is the greatest power of the Nirvana Fire, God Killer Hall Master, today I will let you give Seventeen a burial!"

Although the voice of the kite was ethereal, it could hear endless hatred.

But seeing her red sleeves waving, each wave brought up bursts of waves of fire, and the waves of fire around her sometimes soared into the sky, sometimes hovering and embracing, and it was indescribably amazing.

Zi Kite suddenly folded his hands, his face was pious, and he said with words in his mouth: "The gods of the Ten Thousand Years Tianfeng Clan, bless the clansmen of my Thousand Feather Country, and burn this raging flame to cleanse all the filth in the world!"

As the words fell, there seemed to be a whistling sound from the entire sea of fire, and the flames in the sky suddenly became manic, the heat wave surged, and countless flames pierced into the sky.

And the zite kite waved his red sleeves repeatedly, and the originally recovered complexion was extremely white again. The figure also began to crumble, as if it was a star that would fall at some point.

It turned out that this was the true power of the Nirvana Fire, but if the Nirvana Fire was summoned like this when the Zi Kite was in its heyday, I am afraid it would also cost most of the True Yuan, not to mention that now the Zi Kite was already so weak, she just used this spell, and she already felt that she was about to be unable to hold on.

However, now she has nowhere to retreat, so she has to grit her teeth and persevere.

A terrifying look finally appeared in the eyes of the God Slayer Hall Master, as he finally felt that the flames burning now were no better than Fang Cai.

Although he still urged the folding fan in his hand with all his might, the cold wind that had been sacrificed now had a little heat, and not only that, but the Nirvana flames that surrounded him from all directions continued to compress the safe area that was originally only three feet away, and now this flame was already in front of him.

The intense burning and stinging sensation of the flames made him unbearable, and he screamed, and the men beside him all rolled over and fell, wailing.

Suddenly, he felt a burning in his hand, and when he looked back, he saw that the folding fan in his hand had touched the raging flame at some point, and it was already completely burning.

"Oops—" With a shake of his hand, he shook the folding fan out. The folding fan also seemed to feel the burning taste like a tarsal bone, and seemed to scream, and the whole thing sank into the burning fire, and there was no trace in an instant.

The god killer hall master lacked a magic weapon, and the situation was even worse. All the killers around him have been killed in the fire.

However, he didn't seem to give up and died like this, as if he was swinging his fists, bringing up gusts of fist wind, lifting the dirt on the ground, but he was able to stop the spread of the fire.

It's just that this is only an expedient method after all, and after a little longer, even if the fire of Nirvana doesn't burn him to death, he himself will die because his true qi is exhausted and the oil runs out.

Seeing that the God Killer Hall Master was about to be buried in the sea of fire, he was trying his best to hold the fire of Nirvana in mid-air, but suddenly his body trembled violently, and it seemed that he was still running out of oil.

Suddenly, the kite couldn't hold on any longer, and with a "poof-" sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out and spilled from mid-air.

The whole body fell from mid-air like a kite with a broken string.

The waning moon mirror also suddenly disappeared with purple light, and the pouring flames suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Fortunately, the yellow-robed woman who had already retreated at the entrance of the cave was quick with her eyes and hands, and she didn't care about the injuries in her body, so she forcibly pressed the deranged true qi in her body and flew towards the falling Zi Kite.

In an instant, he came to Zi Kite's side, stretched out his hand to catch her, and floated at the entrance of the cave.

With this forcible lift, the woman in yellow clothes suddenly felt that the true qi in her body was surging, and she was almost unstable on her feet. Busy with his knees closed, his luck recovered.

The little monk Xuanyu beside him inadvertently saw the yellow-robed woman's pranayama, but found that there was a faint dark purple airflow between the yellow-robed woman's palms.

I couldn't help but feel a stir in my heart. This kind of internal breath color, by no means the main gate, coupled with the means of fighting with others, is all the moves of the east family and the west family, and has never revealed half of her own cultivation.

Could it be that she did this on purpose to cover up her non-decent identity.

The little monk Xuanyu suddenly thought that the people in the Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Hall called her Holy Aunt.

After this speculation, Xuan Yu was even more confused about the identity of the woman in the yellow robe, but suddenly thought about it, and couldn't help but secretly say, Xuan Yu, Xuan Yu, when did you become pedantic?

The woman in the yellow dress breathed for a while, glanced at Xuan Yu, and saw that his expression was as usual, and the two looked at Zi Yu again.

But seeing that although Zi Kite was awake at this time, his eyes were already gray and decayed, and he was even more angry. The face is like ashes.

Xuanyu frowned, and said with a dozen jokes: "Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate." ”

Without waiting for the woman in the yellow dress to speak, she sat down cross-legged, waved her hands, and a righteous and majestic aura emanated from her palm and went straight into the body of the kite.

The more Xuan Yu is lucky, the more frowning his brows are, and the current condition of Zi Kite is only one breath, and the veins in his body are seven or eight out of ten, and his true qi is running wildly.

In addition to this, there was an extremely cold aura that raged in her body.

Although this icy aura was almost undetectable, it was a fatal wound for the kite.

At this moment, there was a cruel smile in front of the entrance of the cave: "If you are injured, you have to forcibly summon the fire of Nirvana, you are looking for death." Now look at what else you have, obediently hand over the waning moon mirror, and I will let you die happily. ”

The master of the Godslayer Hall was standing in front of the cave, but at this time, he had long lost his previous momentum, the scorched black and burning marks on his body were obvious, his hair was scattered, and his face was also blue and black, and he was embarrassed.

Although the kite couldn't speak, it heard it clearly, and her hands vigorously protected the waning moon mirror in her arms. There was a determination to die on his face.

The little monk Xuanyu was urging the inner breath to heal her injuries, and there was no way to fight with the master of the Godslayer Hall, and the woman in yellow clothes saw this, and said coldly: "Today, even if you fight for your life, you will kill this thief!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Lin Yizhi next to him, but saw that Lin Yizhi was still unconscious, but the strange thing was that the shocking wounds on his original body had healed at some point. At this moment, Lin Yizhi seemed to be asleep, except that he was unconscious, his breathing became much calmer.

The woman in yellow clothes said to Xuanyu: "Now you are the only one in terms of combat power, don't make a move until you have to, leave that bastard to me to deal with." ”

Xuan Yu nodded, and the yellow-clothed woman moved slightly, and walked to the entrance of the cave. Chong Killing God Hall Master said coldly: "You Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Hall is really going to be wiped out, your God King, aren't you afraid that my father will use the power of the whole sect to destroy you?"

The God Killer Hall Master sneered: "Not to mention whether you have such strength again, you really have it, and I don't believe that your father will fight with us because of you alone!"

When the woman in the yellow dress heard this, she couldn't help but look dark, and secretly thought that like her father, she might really only have his hegemony in her heart, and she was just a ......

Thinking of this, my heart was like ice, and I slowly raised the acacia buckle in my hand.

The acacia buckle was already dim, and it seemed to feel the master's state of mind, and it was actually tinkling, and the powder was victorious.

The woman in the yellow dress wants to urge the lovesick buckle to fight for her life.

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter in the air, and then above the sky, someone sang: "Ranger Qingqiu Kong has a good name, how can he repay his grievances directly? Turbid wine whispered the ruthless sword, a monk today, and a free immortal tomorrow!"

The woman in yellow clothes and the master of the god-killing hall were stunned for a moment.

The master of the god-killing hall shouted, "Who pretends to be a god and makes a ghost!"

There was another laugh in midair.

"It's not a god or a ghost, I'm called Guan, De, Wide!"