The earth cracked, the flames erupted, and in the cracks, the flames were like magma, turbulent with the air currents of the heavenly battles

Thousands of corpses were burned in the sea of fire, and in such a scene, most of the corpses fled in a hurry, and only a few still haunted Ge Ping.

These remaining corpses were also dressed in silver armor, and even though the flames were burning on their bodies, they were still not afraid to move forward and attack Ge Ping.

For a while, Ge Ping was also much more relaxed, these flames were yin-causing fires, and naturally they did not have much impact on Ge Ping. He often jumped from one end of the crack to the other to avoid the corpses, and his body was interspersed with flames.

While retreating, Ge usually looked at the cold wind of the battle in the high heavens, and his eyes had indescribable emotions. Was it worship, shock, or fear? He didn't know, but he understood that the cold wind was definitely a blessing in disguise because his right arm was eroded by the extreme yin qi.

But Ge Ping didn't know that if he wanted to be blessed in this disaster, not everyone could have such luck, if it weren't for the Netherworld Flower in Leng Feng's body, I am afraid that his unconscious right arm would really have to be wasted. There is also the fact that Ge Ping can't detect what kind of pain the cold wind is going through.

The sound of the 'ping pong' weapons in the high sky was endless, and the cold wind swept away, and when Ge Ping was no longer in trouble, he recalled the other fifteen swords.

Fifteen rays of light rose from near Ge Ping, shooting straight at the silver-armored corpse.

For a while, the cold wind's fierce combo made it impossible for the silver armored corpse to parry, and it disrupted the order of his marksmanship.

For the marksmanship of the silver armor corpse, Leng Feng also knows more or less. This kind of marksmanship must be combined with indomitable moves, so as to play faster, more skillful, and wonderful, once the opponent parries one of the styles, he has to play this set of marksmanship from the beginning, in order to control the offensive again.

Therefore, the cold wind must not give the silver armor corpse a chance to fight back, he forced his breath to breathe, and vented all the pain in his right arm on the violent attack.

For the immortal style, Leng Feng had not learned it, and the reason why he was able to suppress the silver armor corpse was entirely because the silver armor corpse was afraid of his fire cloud arm, so that the silver armor corpse did not dare to let go.

Fifteen swords flew quickly, all stabbing towards the silver armor corpse, and the sword shadows and sword rays in the sky made the originally dim sky extremely bright. Faced with such a situation, the corpse of the silver armor can only parry.

This attack lasted for half an hour, and although the silver armor corpse looked invincible, the attack of the cold wind was not enough to achieve a lethal effect. Gradually, the power of the cold wind attack weakened, and it was no longer possible to bear the pain in his right arm

On the other hand, the energy of the silver armor corpse seemed to be exhausted, and despite the flames burning on its body and the broken bones in many places, its combat power has been quite stable.

It stands to reason that the flame of Cold Wind's right arm is the same as the flame of the Fire Cloud Curse, but why can't this corpse be burned out? Is it because the corpse is in a half-alive and half-dead state, or is it related to the silver armor he wears.

The endless pain spread to every sense of the cold wind, causing him to feel as if he had received a huge electric shock all over his body. The pain almost cut off his thoughts, and he was fighting subconsciously.

Finally, at that moment, he could no longer bear such a backlash. When he launched an attack on the corpse of the silver armor, his whole body suddenly froze in mid-air, as if petrified.

The sixteen swords all burrowed into the soul body on their own, and the seal floating behind them also sealed the right arm again, and the flames on his body were all extinguished in an instant.

What it was like to be undead, but to suffer more pain than death, and when he couldn't bear it anymore, he chose to be free, like a petrified body falling from the sky, falling into the cracks of the earth, the raging fire

"Cold wind!" Ge Ping roared, flying quickly towards the crack that the cold wind had fallen into. At this moment, he realized the importance of the cold wind in his heart, and as a lonely gravedigger, he undoubtedly wanted to witness the prosperity of their kind of immortal cultivators.

When Ge Ping flew, he was only hung on the safety of the cold wind, so that this day and this place began to tear slowly, and he didn't pay attention to it

The void cracked open like paper, reorganized, and so on, and without warning

Compared to this dark place, every part of the mountains and rivers in the mortal realm seems so vibrant.

And this seemingly beautiful world hides something that people can't see but is terrifying: the human heart.

Under the bright sunshine, the mountains are undulating, towering majestically, the white clouds surround it, and the cranes walk in the mist. The sound of a hundred birds is the most beautiful melody in heaven and earth, and with the roar of the waves, it makes the listener feel at ease.

At the foot of a green mountain, a boulevard of Shipu passes through a stone gate and winds its way to the top of the mountain. Not far from the stone gate, a stone tablet as high as three zhang is engraved with the words 'Evergreen School', and its handwriting is vigorous and powerful.

Beside the stone gate, there were two young men, sickly and listless. One of them stood against the stone gate, with his hands on his chest, and the other sat in the grass next to the stone gate, with a weed in his mouth.

"This time, many immortals went to find the traces of the Blood Sect, but they didn't expect to be involved in a small sect like ours. The man who leaned against the stone gate said.

"Most of the people in the faction have left, I see, these days are not so free, let's watch the door honestly!" The two of them have been here for a few days and nights, and they will inevitably complain in their hearts.

"Hey, this Zhuge Uncle Ancestor is also true, the Wuwei Sect is no longer afraid, if you have to make such a fuss and make the whole faction panic, you will be guarding and guarding all day long. The man sitting on the grass grabbed two handfuls of weeds with all his might.

"Shhhh

"You speak quietly, don't let Uncle Zhuge know, otherwise you will have to be punished. After the man finished speaking, he couldn't help but look at the position at the top of the mountain vigilantly.

The man sitting on the grass snorted disdainfully, lowered his head, and kept pulling the weeds on the ground.

When the two were bored, they could only talk about some topics of interest to pass the time, and just as the two of them were chatting about the romantic deeds of a certain night, in the dense forest not far away, a wisp of white mist slowly drifted towards the two of them.

The person who leaned on the stone gate was the first to find out, only to see that he looked stunned, and then did not unlock the eyebrow

"It's strange how the fog in the mountains came so early this year. ”

The other also looked back at the dense forest, he didn't care, and said

"Whatever, where did you just go, you go on. ”

The person leaning on the stone gate didn't speak, staring at the floating white mist, and after a while, his eyes were stunned, and he said

"No, this fog is so thick, it's unusual. ”

"What's the problem, will you?" the man sitting on the grass stood up, and when he looked back at the back, he was clearly shocked. The white mist blocked the two of them from looking at the dense forest, and almost the entire dense forest was shrouded in white mist.