Chapter Thirty-Nine: Refining into Ashes

The two of them spoke their own words almost at the same time, and a cold killing intent spread with the calm after the words.

"What did you say?"

It's not that Lu Yang didn't hear what he said before, but it was too ancient and abrupt, and the situation didn't fit, which made him unbelievable, he really couldn't think of Zhang Qian's qualifications to argue with him, especially when he left the West Corridor and lost the support of the formation prohibition, even if he didn't use the Hellfire Dan Furnace, he could easily crush him to death, and he was inevitably a little funny in his anger, and looked at Zhang Qian with interest, as if he wanted to see through the ridiculous thoughts in his heart.

It's just that the latter's expression is always the same, calm and indifferent.

Zhang Qian didn't answer his question, and he didn't care about his mood at the moment, his right hand was slightly raised and pinched a simple fire gathering technique, and suddenly the chaotic fire qi on the ruins surged like a tide towards the steps a few zhang away, whistling like the wind.

Everyone present was aware of it, and the aura of heaven and earth around this body began to change violently, and they couldn't help but be a little surprised.

No one expected that Zhang Qian, who seemed to be in a weak position, would preemptively provoke the killing machine.

And as soon as he made a move, it was so ferocious, a fire gathering trick mobilized the fire qi in a radius of half a mile, and even the sun on the dog days fell on the body and lost its warmth, as if it was shrouded in a layer of cool haze, and where everyone's eyes converged, it presented a sharp contrast with the feeling on the body, only to see that the air around the step was plated with a layer of sunset-like afterglow, as if there was a blazing flame flowing incessantly.

The two disciples who were carrying the chariots suddenly felt the temperature change around them, but the hot air was like a tide filling their chests, and they were unable to let out a scream, and the Taoist robes on their bodies had turned into ashes, and then their skin began to curl up and fall off like burned straw paper.

The flesh and blood were roasted at high temperatures, and they became extremely terrifying, like a dried hare, which continued to carbonize and crack.

The whole process may sound slow, but in fact it is only in a moment.

Before Na Luyang could react, the flesh and blood of the two disciples fell off, and the white bones and internal organs were exposed.

"Good thief!"

When Lu Yang saw the tragic situation of the two, he came back from his surprise, and his heart exploded with anger.

A layer of glass-like brilliance appeared around the step, blocking out all the high temperatures that were permeating the surroundings, but it was this Lu Yang who arranged a barrier on the step, and it was running at this time, wanting to buy a moment of time. He didn't expect Zhang Qian to make the first move, and the strength he showed at this time was slightly beyond his budget, so it was inevitable that he would not be able to cope well, but he was not panicked, because these were still insignificant.

"The pearl of rice also shines. ”

A disdainful smile appeared at the corner of Lu Yang's mouth, and he gently put one hand on the Dan furnace, and then also pinched a fire gathering technique.

The fire qi around Bu Yuan began to surge towards him, the corners of his eyes rose slightly, a little playful, and said with a smile in his heart: "The ability of the Flame Hell Gathering Fire Array to gather the Qi of the Fire Separation is extremely strong, you perform the fire gathering technique in front of me, isn't it the class gate to get the axe, you condense these fire separation qi I only need to enter the formation and run a circle, it will be separated from your divine consciousness, no longer under your control, how can you hurt me, but for my use." ”

However, this thought lasted for a short moment before he realized something abnormal.

The breath of separation from the fire that surged around him was not as gentle as he expected, but extremely indifferent.

The bursts of flames surrounded the glass-like light shield, brewing endless killing opportunities, which had nothing to do with his divine sense, and he suddenly felt cold all over his body, feeling as if he was curled up on a fluttering sampan, surrounded by the endless Stygian Sea, he was terrified, and the hand on the Dan furnace began to tremble involuntarily, and then he gradually found that a strange color appeared in the flames, like the devil's tongue.

A fear of death flooded his heart, and Lu Yang was almost stupid and did not react.

Then the bright red tongue of blood was densely born, and in an instant, a distorted cloud of fire was formed, and the two disciples carrying the chariot were caught in it, and they couldn't see the burning at all, so they turned into a pile of white ashes, and then scattered into fine dust with the stirring tongue of fire. Then, the step fell to the ground hard, Lu Yang fell from the soft collapse, his head collided with the Dan furnace, and the blood flowed sideways, embarrassed, but he was a little sober.

But for him, it is meaningless, just to be able to feel the pain and panic before death more clearly and clearly.

I only heard a crisp click, and the glass light mask shattered.

The blood-like cloud of fire instantly swallowed up the people and things in it, as if weathered, only to see the ashes disperse in the tongue of fire, and after a while, the fire cloud gradually dissipated, and all that was left was a pool of iron juice melted by rivets, and a black Dan furnace.

In front of the gate of the West Corridor, there is already a ruin, and there are ruins and broken walls after the fire everywhere.

The breath of separation from the fire began to dissipate with the mountain wind, and a hot warm current echoed on the cliff lawn, making those sweaty spectators feel more and more difficult to deal with, their bodies are like pins, but their hearts are like a cold winter, Xu Zhao and others originally planned to help when the situation suddenly changed, but they never expected Zhang Qian's attack to be so ferocious, like a devastating wither, before they understood, that Lu Yang was refined into ashes by a cloud of fire, and there were no bones left.

"This ...... It can't be ......"

Xu Zhao's face was like earth, and he looked at Zhang Qian, who was more than ten feet away, as if he had seen a ghost.

With Lu Yang's strength, and with the help of the Flame Hell Gathering Fire Array above the Hell Fire Furnace, the strength is so strong that it can be called terrifying.

However, in the light of the face, he died tragically in front of him.

He was not the only one in such a mood, the seven deacons present all looked like this, their faces were full of fear and disbelief, and as time passed minute by minute, the reality in front of them had made everyone have to accept this cruel and absurd result, Lu Yang's death was just the beginning, and how to survive next was the most important thing, but everything he saw with his own eyes had made several people lose the confidence and courage to resist.

Desperate is naturally unrealistic, it is just a move to die, but now begging for mercy inevitably seems pale and powerless.

Several people's hearts were on fire, and they were almost collapsed by this invisible pressure.

"Senior brothers, do you have anything to do?" Zhang Qian dusted off his sleeves, brushed off the unnecessary dust on his body, and then walked down the steps in front of the palace gate with idle steps, looking at the nervous and pitiful inner deacons under the archway of the mountain gate, and asked casually.

Those few people dared to answer, they just shook their heads desperately.

"Then don't you want to go, are you waiting to go with Lu Yang?" Zhang Qian raised his eyebrows slightly, and his killing intent loomed.

Several people suddenly weakened their legs, and hurriedly confessed, not caring about their face and image, they lifted their robes like ducks, and scattered in a hurry.

These people have been in cahoots with Lu Yang back and forth, and it is not an exaggeration to kill him thousands of times, but Zhang Qian is too lazy to do it, a group of ant-like characters, there is no difference between death and immortality, if you kill to vent your anger, it seems that you are small, it is better to keep it, and there will be other uses in the future.

Several deacons scattered wildly, but only Xu Zhao was in place, his face was bitter.