The gate of the dark iron opened violently, and the raging heat wave came to the face. Several big men who were carrying the duel were a little unbearable, and under the rolling heat wave, Yu Yu did not dare to move forward.

Somehow, Lian Du didn't feel the smoky wind, and when he saw the big men hesitating, he teased: "Why are you afraid first?"

Pan Hong saw that Lian Duel faced the flames of the full hall, but his face did not change, which immediately deepened his doubts that he could restrain the flame demon technique.

In the hall of Tongtian, there is no cave. There is a hundred-foot giant tripod in the hall, it is eye-catching, the giant tripod is round and below, the four-legged tripod stands, the belly of the tripod is surrounded by the strange relief carving, towering and clear, showing the meaning of the sky.

Above the belly of Ding, a blazing flame hung in the sky, and it was this brilliant fireball that immersed the Temple of Babel in a sea of fire.

At a glance, there are no patterns in the main hall that can be connected with the Nine Tombs of the Gods, but through the spherical flames above the Tongtian Ding, a large black curtain can be seen hanging on the stone wall. The light of the fire is faint and the black curtain is swaying, which is insignificant, but once the eyes of Lianduel fall, it is difficult to move the gaze in the slightest!

On a large black curtain, there is a bloody dove that flutters its wings and soars, and is flexible and compelling! The bloody down feathers covered in it are like being reborn from the fire, which is shocking!

The dark smoke and embers, like the flying snow of the Hanging River Grand Canyon, remain in the mind of Lian Duel for eternity, flying endlessly!

The memories were surging rapidly, Lianduel's eyes were blank, and the fire that rushed to the sky, and the dove that wept blood in the remnants of the black curtain, thumped the deepest memories out of the shell......

Pan Hongping retreated around, and said in a thick voice: "Put him down, you all retreat!"

The disciples answered, and unloaded the duel from their shoulders, and the duel stood like a stake, and the black pupils were churning with a frenzy of blood!

Lian Duel's ears were sharp, and Panhong's voice came quietly: "Disciple Panhong, come to see you!"

Lian Dumu looked at it blankly, and saw Panhong kneeling on one knee, clasping his hands into a fist, and bowing respectfully in the direction of Juding.

Panhong waited for a moment, but did not hear any response, Panhong waited with bated breath again and again, and in the Tongtian Palace, it was so quiet that the needle could be heard.

Panhong was not in a hurry or impatient, and reiterated: "Disciple Panhong, come to see you!"

"Ahh

Lian Duel looked around, and the Tongtian Hall was empty except for himself and Panhong and himself, but that sigh was really heard by Lian Duel!

Panhong buried his head even lower, and said humbly: "The disciple took the liberty to disturb him, but he really had something important to report to the Demon Venerable. ”

In response to Panhong, there was another lament, and the sigh turned into a painful sigh: "It hurts—"

Panhong Huo Ran got up and said vigorously: "Demon Venerable, why are you ......?"

The ethereal voice was silent again, and Panhong listened to the voice that was both real and illusory, breathless, "It hurts—it hurts—"

Panhong was confused in his heart, and thought with mixed joy: "The last time I visited the Demon Venerable, the Demon Venerable was still safe, could it be that the Demon Venerable is really on the verge of disappearing?"

Lian Duel was confused, wondering who this strange cry came from, and finally, above the giant ding, on the steaming flames, I saw a cloud-like black shadow.

The black shadow was more like a cloud of soul mist, almost blending with the firelight, this floating form made Lian Duan suddenly think of the old man of the Holy Ancestor in the Xuanbing Sky Giant Rock, and the black mist in front of him was obviously even more deep and terrifying.

The black shadow rolled rapidly, like an inkstone splashing ink, and the moaning sound became more and more painful, and he said urgently: "Panhong, is there any news of the reincarnation pearl?"

Lian Du raised his head suddenly, this soul mist that I don't know what it was, I can still say that I can reincarnate the pearl, it is really incredible.

Pan Hong said in a humble voice: "Back to the Demon God, there is no news yet, but the disciple is speeding up the search." ”

Of course, Panhong didn't know that the other half of the reincarnation pearl was far away in the sky, close to the back of the duel!

Black Mist sighed: "Hurry up, I'm afraid it's going to be too late!"

"How could it be too late?" said Pan Hong, surprised.

"If you can't find my flame body and primordial spirit, you won't be able to sustain it for long if you only rely on my remnant element!" said the black shadow sharply.

Pan Hong frowned, and the knuckles of his hand holding the Soul Sword gurgled, "Demon Venerable, once you are destroyed, the Yan Demon Clan will also fall short!"

The soul mist replied slowly: "Why don't you hurry up and find the reincarnation bead! Find a wonderful way to restrain the altar of the living, otherwise I will not have the power to return to heaven!"

Panhong pointed to the duel, and bowed his head and said: "This kid, he, he seems to be able to restrain the Flame Demon Sleeve!"

The shadow froze, "Oh, this kid looks unremarkable, it's really unexpected! Have you found out why?"

Panhong said in a low voice: "This... Not yet, the disciple wants to refine him as soon as possible to prevent future troubles. ”

There was a long sound, the door of the hall was pushed open with all his might, and the firelight reflected the face of Pan Guiruo, and the girl straightened her chest and said hard: "Dad, I don't allow you to kill him!"

Unexpectedly, Pan Guiruo actually went to the Tongtian Palace, and was presumptuous under the eyes of the Demon Venerable, Pan Hong roared angrily: "Get out!"

"Pan Guiruo!" Pan Hong shouted, and at the same time, the sword of the god of regents flew out of its sheath, and the tip of the sword was close to the duel!

Pan Guiruo took a step forward, blocking in front of Lian Duel, and in an instant, the sword blade hovered in front of Pan Guiruo's throat, Pan Guiruo's jade fingers trembled slightly, his eyes were closed, but he didn't move.

At the feet of the Demon Venerable, there is really no room for chaos, Panhong's spicy and treacherous eyes, over Panzhuo, staring at the duel to the end, behind Panhong, the blood dove black curtain rolled wildly!

At this moment, through Pan Guiruo, he couldn't even see Panhong's complete appearance, but only saw Panhong's black eyes under his black eyebrows!

The black curtain of the blood vulture flew up, and Panhong's eyes suddenly pulled the duel back to the Grand Canyon ten years ago, and the dust of annihilation, even if the bones were broken, they would be dusted again!

The shadows, fights, and shouts of the Grand Canyon battle...... The parents, uncles, and mothers of the patron and his party...... was finally slaughtered by the black-robed masked man who was ambushed in the abyss of the Grand Canyon and killed impressively!

The black-robed masked man who stepped on the iron shoes and found nowhere to find them, and Panhong's eyes were frozen and overlapped at this moment, and the memories that had been sealed for ten years were tense at this moment!

Lian Duel's mind is like a thunderbolt, his eyes are like an immortal fire, enemies see each other, how can it not be forced by fate, the masked man who destroyed my sect ten years ago turned out to be you!

Even if you don't care about anything, even if you are defenseless, even if you are like a beast, you have to return to the most primitive tearing and gnawing, you have to take the arrogance of moths to the fire and die with the fire!

Looking at Lian Duel's blood-red eyes and rushing wildly, Panhong stood firm and did not move, I don't know how this young man suddenly went crazy!

The moment the duel pounced on Panhong, an iron fist of Kong Wu suddenly choked the throat of the duel, and with just a little force, the neck of the duel would be broken in Panhong's hands!

In an instant, Panhong's eyelids slammed open, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he splashed his face!

Lian Duel looked down and saw that the soul sword had already penetrated Panhong's chest!