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The red clothes fell, and it was not Yamamoto Qiba, but a middle-aged man with a sick face that Luo Cheng didn't recognize.

He directly ignored Luo Cheng's existence, coughed violently a few times with his hand on his chest, and walked towards Tang Xuesheng.

"Keng!" Suddenly, a cold and murderous silver spear was in front of the red-robed man, and Luo Cheng's voice sounded next to him: "Don't get close to her!"

The red-robed man turned his head sickly, as if he hadn't seen Luo Cheng until now, and he coughed violently, his expression was painful, and his body twitched, as if he was terminally ill.

He squinted at Luo Cheng with difficulty, and gasped slightly: "Is that half of the Great Demon Book on her or you?"

Luo Cheng was taken aback and sneered, "Is there a difference?"

The red-robed man bowed his head lightly and said, "There is indeed no difference, you two have to die anyway!" A cluster of dead gray suddenly flashed in his eyes, forcing Luo Cheng's eyes.

Luo Cheng vaguely felt dizzy, and couldn't help but look at the red-robed man's faint eyes, vaguely feeling inappropriate in his heart, but he didn't notice anything abnormal in his body at all.

At the last moment, a blazing light suddenly surged up on his spiritual platform, like a red sun shining brightly, and the wisps of black-gray dead light that had infiltrated his body suddenly had nothing to hide, and turned into nothing under the reflection of the golden sun like morning dew.

His mind immediately took a moment, and he realized that he had almost fallen victim to the other party's plot. Fortunately, the Great Demon Book Peerless "Red Sun Shines on the Town Spirit Technique", which he had been cultivating for a while, sensed the crisis and rose up to savior, otherwise he would have completely lost his mind even if he didn't die at this moment.

"Hmm-" Luo Cheng roared angrily, and the five-hook god flew and the silver spear swept across the waist of the red-robed man.

The red-robed man sighed in a low voice, he didn't expect this young man to be able to dissolve the "Black Yan Demon Pupil" quietly. Although he didn't do his best to have the idea of underestimating the enemy, it should be more than enough to deal with a kid who is stunned.

Seeing that Luo Cheng's silver spear was swept away, his body did not move, and he raised his right hand lightly, and cut it straight like a knife.

"Ding!" The dazzling shadow of the gun couldn't escape the red-robed man's spiritual sense lock, this palm slashed at the barrel of the gun, and the part that hit it was the most uncomfortable place for Luo Cheng.

He pressed his chest to churn with qi and blood, took a deep breath and pressed his arms down, and the blade of the sword flew from sideways to the opposite trend, like a silver arrow shooting straight into the ankle of the red-robed man.

The red-robed man had six successful powers, and when he saw that he failed to shake Luo Cheng's silver spear away, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Since he successfully broke through the realm of forgetfulness more than forty years ago, he cultivated the "Hundred Yin Tongyan Demon Skill" with great strength, and finally caused the flood of seventy-nine kinds of alien fires in his body, which not only greatly damaged his skills, but also worried about his life.

He tried his best to resolve the symptoms, but instead became more and more violent as time went on. In desperation, he had no choice but to commit himself to the Tang Sect, and every three years he relied on the supreme spiritual power infusion of the treasure of the Yinchen Demon Sect "Tianchen Gem" to barely survive in the world.

I had heard that the "Great Demon Classic" recorded a "Six Yang Snow Melting Technique", which can dissolve all the true qi of the alien body, so he repeatedly ventured deep into the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum to find it, but always returned empty-handed.

Now for more than three years, the seventy-nine kinds of different fires in the body have gradually flareed up again, not only the skills are becoming more and more worn out, but also the internal organs are like fire, and the red-robed man has no choice but to enter the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum again to make the last fight.

Right now, only a few zhang away, he was able to obtain the coveted "Great Demon Book", how could there be a reason to give up halfway? At that moment, he forcibly raised his skill to eighty percent, flew up and kicked the flying five-hook god flying silver spear, and then slammed into Luo Cheng's chest with a sideways heavy shoulder.

"Woo-" Luo Cheng's clothes suddenly ignited a cloud of demons, and the whole person flew out like a stone bullet.

The red-robed man snorted in pain, feeling the fierce burning in the dantian and spreading continuously, and hurriedly spit out a mouthful of fiery turbidity, and the magic power operation suppressed the fire qi, and walked towards Tang Xuesheng.

At this time, Tang Xuesheng's promotion to the tribulation had reached the last pass, she seemed to sense the danger, and was subconsciously speeding up the progress of the tribulation, and the dense gathering of thunderclouds continued to pour into her body.

The red-robed man was slightly stunned, secretly glad that he had come in time, if he waited for Tang Xuesheng to successfully survive the tribulation and advance to the realm of forgetfulness, and there was a jasper pillar in his hand, he was afraid that he would not be her opponent.

At this moment, Tang Xuesheng has a shocking magical skill, but he can't be disturbed at all, otherwise his mind will fluctuate and he will go crazy and never recover, which is a good opportunity for him to start.

The red-robed man had no thoughts, and suddenly felt a murderous aura sweeping over his back, and on the spiritual platform, Luo Cheng's whole body robe was scorched black, and the seven orifices were bleeding, and the five hooks were clutched, and the silver spear once again pounced desperately.

He smiled coldly, his heart was full of murderous intent, and he silently used the Hundred Yin Tongyan Demon Skill to infuse the Eight Successes into his left palm and reflexively shoot out.

"Whew-" A cloud of colorful fire was like a rolling wave, engulfing Luo Cheng's figure in an instant.

Just when the red-robed man thought that the young man was going to die, a thousand feet of silver suddenly burst out from the depths of the thick clouds, and the sky was like a sun.

The fire cloud "swooped", Huo Ran cracked a gap, Luo Cheng palmed the five-hook god flying bright silver spear full of flames rushed out, "wow" spit out a mouthful of red blood, and it actually burned into a ball of flame in the air.

He staggered to his figure, pointed his gun at the red-robed man and said, "No matter who you are, don't go near her!"

The red-robed man looked at Luo Cheng, who was like a fireball, and felt that this situation was ridiculous, but he couldn't laugh at all. The thunderclouds behind her were sharply closed, and it was actually the image of Tang Xuesheng's success, and she should wake up soon.

He shook his head and said, "Nosy!" A beam of fiery dragon-like demonic flames burst out from his sleeves and pressed directly at Luo Cheng.

"Hum-" The five-hook god flew and the silver spear rotated like a wheel, and the silver brilliance shimmered like a bright moon, hanging high and shining all over the ground. In the center of the silver wheel, a strange whirlpool emerged, and the surging demonic flames poured into it like mud cows and disappeared without a trace.

"Six Moon Rings, it's a pity that your cultivation is too poor, it's just a mantis arm blocking the car!" The red-robed man sneered, strode forward and punched straight into the center of the whirlpool.

"Boom!" A colorful burst of fireworks burst out, and Luo Cheng's blood spurted out wildly, falling straight and unable to move more than ten zhang away.

The red-robed man exhaled a long breath of turbidity, calmed down the raging dantian fire, and was about to turn around, but incredibly saw Luo Cheng, who only had a small half of his life left, standing up again with his hands on the ground, his bloody hands clenched the silver spear and walked towards him step by step, spewing out a cloud of blazing blood mist from his mouth, and yelled: "Get out!"

The red-robed man shook his head and said, "The old man has been in obscurity for decades, and he has actually become soft-hearted. If you want to die, die!"

He raised his foot and stomped on the ground, and a row of black-gray fire waves several feet high were generated out of thin air, surging towards Luo Cheng.

Luo Cheng even had a problem standing at this time, he couldn't see the scene clearly in front of him with a blood-red color, and he felt in a daze that the opponent's killing move had attacked again, so he wanted to sacrifice his life to sacrifice the Yuan Shen and the red-robed man to fight to the death.

Of course, he knew very well that even then he would not be able to defeat the other party, at most it would only be a little delay. But that's all he can do.

Since you don't have a choice, let's his uncle!

At the moment of life and death, he vaguely heard a majestic whistling sound in the wilderness from far and near. Above his head, a sword like a great river of the Yangtze River was mighty and majestic, wave after wave, and seven waves in a row bombarded the waves of fire.

"Bang!" The waves of fire were scattered by the sword, and clusters of flames and fireballs flew up like stars.

A burly black-faced man descended from the sky, holding a swarthy bladeless heavy sword in front of Luo Cheng, and said with a slight smile: "Master Hong, it's not very authentic for you to do this." ”

"Chizunxia?!" The red-robed man was Hong Jingtian, the Tubo national teacher forty years ago, and people couldn't help but be secretly shocked when he recognized it at a glance. If Chizun Xia was the only one here, he wouldn't have cared much. But there is still a tribulation in front of him, and Tang Xuesheng, who has successfully cultivated to a great advancement, and can already sit on an equal footing with himself, things are tricky.

After a little hesitation, Tang Xueshang Huo Ran opened her eyes, her wrist shook in the wind and unfolded the jasper pillar that reached the sky, and shouted: "Hong Xiyang, there is a kind of you don't escape!"

Hong Jingtian sneered: "Tang Xuesheng, you just escaped by relying on a little white face. Today, the old man will not accompany me, you and I will have a period later!"

Just when everyone thought that he was about to leave, Hong Jingtian's figure suddenly turned into a red beam of fire, faster than the lightning across the void and rushed towards Luo Cheng.

Chizunxia and Tang Xueshang shouted in unison: "Be careful!"

Luo Cheng only felt that his throat was tight, and he had been choked by Hong Jingtian, so he heard him laugh and said, "Tang Xuesheng, is it important for you to have half a volume of the Great Demon Book now, or is this kid's life more important?"

Tang Xueshang was furious, but she didn't dare to act rashly, and said coldly: "Do you think that everything will be fine if you get the "Great Demon Book"?"

Hong Jingtian smiled and said: "At least the old man no longer has to look up to others and be a slave ...... the Tang family."

His voice suddenly became hoarse, his body shook violently, and his face showed a look of shock and anger: "What are you doing?!"

At first, Tang Xuesheng thought that Hong Jingtian was having a strange attack, but soon she found that the old demon's whole body was full of light and mist, and it was like mercury pouring into the latter's body through the claws that grasped Luo Cheng's neck.

"Six Yang Melting Snow Technique!" In an instant, Tang Xueshang came to her senses, and a sneer appeared on her pretty face: "Didn't you go to great lengths to cultivate this divine skill to dispel the poison of the dantian fire?"

Hong Jingtian let out a frightened and angry roar, trying to shake off Luo Cheng, but his hand was stuck to the other party's neck like glue, and the Hundred Yin Tongyan Demon Skill that had been cultivated all his life was bursting out endlessly, but he also felt that the symptoms of the abnormal fire in the dantian were also greatly weakened, and he really didn't know whether to cry or laugh?