Wood can make fire, fire into the mountains and forests, and it is still out of control.

Now that the poisonous qi of the earth lungs is used to ignite the spiritual qi of Cangmu, the changes that can be produced and the energy released are simply devastating.

"Although the old man misunderstood your identity, he did not misunderstand your personality. Under the suppression of the Nine Palace Golden Pagoda Shenhui, Gu Zhigong was controlled by the golden armor god like a marionette, and he couldn't help himself in life and death, but there was no trace of fear in his expression, and the trace of sadness implied in his eyes gradually disappeared.

Then the flames swept in, and violent explosions continued to rise outside the barrier formed by the Nine Palaces Golden Pagoda, like a raging fire.

Endless tongues of fire were forged into flames in this narrow space, and terrifying heat poured into the ocean formed by the convergence of divine radiance, and countless gods were melted alive.

However, the energy contained in those fires still cannot be exhausted, and fusion is still occurring.

In the end, patches of light were formed, floating around, unpredictable, dazzling, and people did not dare to look directly.

After the firelight became like this, it was also a lot quieter, no longer violent before, but this silence contained a breath of annihilation, where the light floated, where the gods directly turned into a wisp of green smoke, not even a little ash was left, Guanglu Daoist roared wildly, resisted to the death, there was no drop of blood flowing out of the wound between the foreheads, and even Bai Sensen's skull could be seen. The essence and blood in the body seemed to have been drained, and there was only a layer of withered flesh left on the face, the color of dead ashes, haggard to the extreme, like a dried corpse, only the pure yang true qi was still in a steady supply, flowing into the Nine Palaces Golden Pagoda, and the eyes were also full of madness.

"Okay, old man, let's see how you kill me!" Guanglu Daoist roared and waved his sleeves.

The lonely straight man who was hanging in the void through the golden thread suddenly fell apart, the green blood was thrown in an instant, and the stump and broken body flew in the air, like five horses splitting their bodies.

"Even if the old man dies, he will bring two people to the funeral. Guanglu Daoren's laughter was terrible, like a mandrill ghost, "You can't be arrogant for long, the paper can't hold the fire, and when the matter is revealed, you will wait to be buried with me...... By the way, there is one more thing, you remember, these two poor mountain gods died because of you, and they regarded you as an ally of the righteous path, but unfortunately you, like me, are the devil and always the devil. Laughing, he raised his hand, and wanted to capture Jiashan from the hands of the golden armor god, kill it with his own hands to eliminate his resentment, and even torture it, so that Zhang Qian could see with his own eyes and plant a demon in his Dao heart.

Although he knew that he was not far from death, it would not be difficult for the Nine Palace Golden Pagoda to resist Zhang Qian for a moment.

He didn't believe that Zhang Qian could break through the Nine Palace Golden Pagoda in an instant, and he had time to do these things he wanted to do, all as a consolation at the last moment of his life.

However, before he could reach for his hand, he heard a series of tight, violent breaking sounds.

Like a madman with an axe blade in his bare hand, sweeping through the pile of precious porcelain.

It's like a bamboo, and it's terrifying.

Guanglu people subconsciously turned their heads, only to see that in the chaotic and endless firelight like a barrier, a black corridor suddenly appeared, abandoning the strong light that was diffusing all around, and even the world behind the firelight, as if a skylight suddenly opened in the world of despair, and a burst of ecstasy swelled in his heart, taking this corridor as a glimmer of hope for escape, as if the person who fell into the water grabbed a life-saving straw, but before the joy came to his eyebrows, he suddenly changed color, because the black corridor passed through the firelight, and it was still extending, easily tearing apart the divine light that had become extremely thin due to the erosion of the fire, and arrived in front of him。

A burst of killing intent like a substance rushed to his face, blowing up his withered hair and breaking his roots.

His facial features were distorted, his eyes were oozing blood, and he couldn't see the situation in front of him clearly.

Then I felt a sharp heart-rending pain in my right arm, which was replaced by a feeling of emptiness and lightness.

Guanglu Daoist suddenly turned his head, originally he was only a little away from grabbing Jiashan's throat and controlling his life and death between applause, but there was an inexplicable extra foot blank in the middle.

His whole arm, from the elbow, was cut off alive by a sharp weapon!

Before sacrificing to the gods, the essence blood in the body has already been exhausted, at this time there is no drop of blood to be thrown, only a mist from the fracture to form the wound continues to escape, naturally it is extremely rich pure yang true qi, Guanglu Dao people seem to be scared stupid, the reflection is dull for several beats, after a long time to let out a heart-rending howl, hugging the forearm trembling violently, turned around, subconsciously raised his head, the miserable howl suddenly stopped, his eyes were replaced by pure fear, Zhang Qian's cold ghost-like face was close to him, he could almost smell his breathing, and the killing intent in his pupils was like a steel knife that was deboned, scraping his body inch by inch.

"You're good. Zhang Qianya's lips opened slightly, looking at the stumps scattered around him, he couldn't help but close his eyes and gently spit out three words.

"Zhang Qian, what do you want to do!" Guanglu Daoren's face was pale, he couldn't shed a drop of sweat, his lips were already chapped, stained with a layer of white and greasy dead skin, and the whole person was already like a dead person before he could breathe.

Nowadays, this kind of question seems meaningless, just emotional out-of-control.

In the face of life and death, anyone can feel a deep fear.

What's more, Zhang Qian has made the word death no longer ordinary, just like a ghost locking the soul.

"I've already given you a choice, but if you want to go your own way, it's no wonder that I!" Zhang Qian closed his eyes slightly, and suddenly opened them, and the endless anger accompanied by the extremely cold killing intent spurted wildly at this moment, forming a cold wind like a substance, rolling the head full of green silk high, the sword light and sword shadow filled the void, and countless sword qi swept towards the Guanglu Dao person, the first sword, directly through the chest, the heart and lungs were broken.

In the realm of unobstructed bones, the life of a cultivator is attributed to the pure yang true qi, and as long as there is still one breath left and has not been exhausted, he will not die.

However, the heart and lungs were minced, and the severe pain was unbearable for anyone.

Heart-rending in the truest sense of the word.

The screams shook the universe, as if they were about to burst their throats, making people feel cold when they heard it.

This sword went down, Guanglu Dao people seemed to be sucked away from the last hope, no longer want to resist, the divine light dispersed like smoke and dust, and the gods hidden in it also retreated into the Nine Palaces Golden Pagoda, the huge and majestic golden pagoda was like a kite with a broken string, rolling in the air a few times, shrinking to the size of a palm, and finally like a dilapidated golden tile on the eaves of the palace, it fell towards the valley, and before it fell a distance, it was dragged by an invisible force, suspended in the air, Zhang Qian had no mind at the moment, controlling the blood refining black gold sword qi, as if a skilled executioner was performing the punishment of Ling Chi, the second swordThe third sword stabbed down one after another.

Each sword will pick up a piece of flesh and tear it out, along with the bones and sinew.

In just a moment, the Guanglu Daoist had already become a bloody person.

The sound of hissing and hoarseness gradually increased.

(To be continued)