Brilliant colored light forms a gorgeous rainbow bridge.

The sixteen kinds of spirit soldiers who dragged out the light tail all the way quickly converged at the end of the Hongqiao.

The next moment, all the spirit soldiers gathered in the air turned back, and all rushed towards the earth.

"Be careful!"

Stretching out his hand to vigorously push away Yougen beside him, Liu Heng jumped up against the swooping Hongqiao.

He held the halberd in mid-air with both hands, and swung the halberd horizontally towards the attacking spirit soldiers.

"Bang!"

The red flames that wrapped the entire halberd body dispersed, and the scorching fire yuan rushed across the brilliant rainbow bridge.

The white jade spear and iron mace that had been slashed by the red flame broke away from the rainbow light and fell to the ground.

The huge force counterattacked and held the halberd arms, Liu Heng's figure was slightly paused, and he wanted to withdraw the halberd in front of him.

Hongqiao separated into fifteen rays of light and shadow in front of him.

Fourteen kinds of talisman spirit soldiers in the fifteen lights and shadows bypassed Liu Heng and slashed from all directions towards Yougen, who had just been pushed aside by Liu Heng and had not yet stabilized his standing posture.

Suddenly, the sound in his ears was like the chirping of thousands of birds, and Yougen, who was surrounded by golden mangs, raised his head slightly, and his body was wrapped in brilliant colored light.

"Boom!"

On the inch-inch Kai armor, the liquid protective vitality that emitted golden mangs was immediately released, and a thick protective body light wall was formed around the root.

The spirit soldiers who dragged the light and shadow all struck on the golden wall of light.

The crimson fire element, the indigo wind element, the azure water element, the gray earth element, and the ink fierce thunder element surrounded the blade of the spirit soldier, and the stabbing cracked the solid body protection qi wall.

Break the surface with a point.

Following the tearing gap in the qi wall, fourteen spirit soldiers broke into the wall of light.

"Poof!"

Even without the blessing of vitality, under the inertia of extremely fast diving, fifteen spirit soldiers were enough to kill the flesh of mortals.

Rooted is not mortal.

Although his cultivation time is not long.

However, relying on the unique cultivation method, hoarding in his dantian, the amount of vitality around him like a grain of sand and gold is already worth decades of penance by a highly qualified person.

When life and death were at stake, Yougen tilted his head and took the lead in avoiding the two iron hooks that slashed at the top of his skull.

At the same time, all the vitality in his dantian frantically poured into the three gold grains, and countless rivers of smoke erupted from the golden sand.

The spirit soldier that pierced through the wall of light, and its sharp blade easily pierced through the armor on Arigen's body.

Fifteen blades pierced into the skin of the root, and the blades of the spirit soldiers penetrated five inches deep into the flesh of the root, and they all stopped.

"Drink!"

There was a sharp pain around his body where he was hit by the spirit blade, and Yougen, who was crooked in his neck, frowned in pain, and felt an irrepressible heat coming from the dantian.

The body is like a fire hole, and all the viscera, soft intestines, bones and blood vessels seem to be soaked in the molten slurry of fire.

Yougen shouted angrily, and the liquid-like protective aura suddenly exploded from his body.

The fifteen spirit soldiers that had already pierced into his body were all bounced away by the golden rays, and the golden light was like a burst of scorching sun, reflecting through the dark night.

Liu Heng had just turned around in mid-air, but there were countless golden rays rushing towards him.

Liu Heng was suddenly shocked, and all the vitality that had been gathered on the ancient halberd in his hand was scattered, and he took the lead in shaping it into a red flame wall in front of him.

The wall of flames was pierced with golden rays.

The red flame was extinguished in the light.

Liu Heng, who came back to his senses, quickly mobilized the little vitality left in his body to surround his body, and fought hard.

"Bang!"

In the muffled sound, Liu Heng was blasted to the ground by the exploding Yuanguang, and the wounds that had been closed around him suddenly burst open, and the cracked silver armor was immediately stained with blood.

Stepping on the wall of the crack pit with both feet, Liu Heng, who was frightened, stared at Yougen with wide eyes.

The golden mangs disappeared suddenly.

The golden light disappeared into the body, and every inch of skin in the whole body was soaked with blood.

"Wow!"

Under Liu Heng's gaze, Yougen opened his mouth and spurted out a large pool of blood from that mouth.

One of them sat down on the ground, curled up and wilted.

His mouth was still open, but he didn't even have the strength to breathe.

Sixteen kinds of spirit soldiers were inserted into the soil, arranged randomly inside and outside the shallow pit, Liu Heng held the halberd in his hand, and walked cautiously towards Yougen.

Yougen raised his head with difficulty, and stared at his bloodshot eyes on his blood-stained face.

Yougen glanced at Liu Heng.

Looking at each other, Liu Heng slowly moved his legs, and walked in front of Yougen with a vigilant face.

"Buzz~!"

There was a deafening sound echoing around him again, and Liu Heng, who had just walked in front of Yougen's body, and his face began to slow down, was slightly stunned, and his face became solemn again.

He quickly turned around, and the strength in his hands holding the halberd was a little stronger.

The spirit soldiers inserted into the surrounding soil continued to tremble, and countless phantoms scattered around the spirit soldiers.

The vitality in his body was almost exhausted, Liu Heng frowned, and his face began to turn pale.

"Poof! poof......"

In the midst of seventeen whispers, the vitality rioted around the Fu soldiers.

The spirit soldiers cracked in the turbulent vitality.

Looking around, Liu Heng, who had an embarrassed face, quickly moved to Yougen's side, he grabbed Yougen's shoulder with his right hand, and was about to speed up and drive away.

Liu Heng saw that the spiritual weapons surrounded by Huo Yuan around the two of them were burned to ashes, the spiritual weapons surrounded by Feng Yuan were torn to pieces, the spiritual weapons surrounded by Earth Yuan were transformed into soil chips, and the spiritual weapons surrounded by Lei Yuan were vaporized into silver water stains.

With his eyes wide, Liu Heng swallowed the saliva in his mouth, and when the seventeen spirit soldiers were all wiped out, he was silent for a moment before he came back to his senses.

Liu Heng first glanced down at Yougen, but was depressed to find that Yougen had closed his eyes, he had fainted and fell asleep, completely silent.

Then, Liu Heng turned his head and looked at the edge of the pit, and he saw the back of a person who was crawling and rolling away.

Pang Ming, who was holding the blade of the knife with one hand and flicking his other hand at will, was full of panic and fear on his face.

Pang Ming ran into the camp and quickly ran into the strange passage between the tents.

Seeing his distant back disappear into his eyes, Liu Heng, who was covered with injuries and wanted to escape, widened his eyes and was speechless for a while.

In Caoyun County, in the spire attic.

Xingrui placed his dagger in front of his finger and slashed it into the air in front of him.

"Woo~!"

The blade of the short sword cut a long silver mark, and a strong wind blew through the hall, blowing open the originally closed temple door.

In the sandalwood box on the offering table, the fire light shrouded in white ash swept through the entire yellow incense, including the thin wooden pole under the deodorant.

"Senior brother. ”

Removing the mark from his hand, Xingrui opened his mouth and let out a soft sigh.

"In. ”

Zhang Yong stood outside the temple gate, his straight body like a strong ancient pine.

His face was stiff and expressionless, just facing the hall with his hands clenched into fists.

"Three sticks of incense. ”

"Good. ”

Zhang Yong reached into his sleeve and took out three yellow incense sticks that were one foot long, and he flicked the incense stick with one hand, and a bright fire ignited from the incense head.

Tucking the dagger into his sleeve, Xingrui looked down at his palm holding the hilt.

Looking at the hoarfrost oozing out of his palm, Xingrui's face also turned as white as frost.

"Sure enough, is it fate?"