As if sinking into the abyss, I don't know how many times deep, Rao is Zhaoming is ready to die, but he can't help but be afraid. Even though there was a strange light at this moment, he didn't feel good.

Yaochi's prohibition is unparalleled in the world, but there are really not many people who can surpass it. Even the Immortal King is inevitably affected by it, not to mention that he is a small immortal.

The strange power is wrapped in layers, imprisoning all the power in Zhaoming's body. At the same moment, Zhaoming also felt that his whole body was tied by thousands of barbed ropes, and then he kept tightening it, and he was in severe pain.

In addition, falling into the Bibo Yao Pool, surrounded by water, the fire swallowing demon's instinct to fear water inevitably affected his mind, making Zhaoming's heart tremble, and even his mind became blank, difficult to self-determined.

"Is that going to be the case?

This thought kept flashing through my heart, and I couldn't calm it down.

After a long time, he suddenly felt a burst of flame attack, which made his heart tremble and slowly come back to his senses. Looking ahead, I couldn't help but be stunned.

Deep Yao Pond, it is difficult to see the bottom, as if the void is in the blue sea and waves, a huge red lotus flower hangs in it, ups and downs. The twelve petals are the same as the lotus platforms that flew out of the Yao Pond before, and they are transformed by the thirty-six green lotus.

At first glance, the red lotus flower looked like the twelve-grade blood lotus that was taken away by the Styx Ancestor, but the power it emitted was completely different, one was a bloody killing aura, and the other was a continuous flame aura.

The twelve-grade fire lotus is an innate treasure, and the power of the flame should be turbulent and domineering. But the strange thing is that Zhaoming felt that the flames in front of him didn't seem to be as powerful and terrifying as he imagined.

The body shape was uncontrollable, the flame breath attracted, and Zhaoming fell involuntarily, just on top of the twelve-grade fire lotus.

After settling down, it's like having your feet on the ground. Zhaoming breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but before he finished his breath, he was immediately shocked.

There was a sudden change in front of him, and he returned to the demon garden.

Under the black and oppressive sky, thunder and lightning were everywhere, like a torrential rain. A fox woman held up a huge fireball with both hands. Like the sun.

It's Ah Cao, Zhao Ming burst into tears, he doesn't know why he can see Ah Cao at the moment, but it doesn't matter, as long as he can see her.

was about to rush forward, but he saw a figure standing up to the sky and the earth, laughing in front of him like the master of the world. The palm is like a wasteland, the eyes are like the sun and the moon, and the gestures are between the hands. It could shatter the world.

Zhu Hong, Zhaoming was shocked, that figure like a demon god was not Zhu Hong.

"Ah Cao, don't!" Zhao Ming was shocked, and his mind seemed to be back to that day. I wanted to shout loudly, but I found that I couldn't.

Ah Cao, who was holding the fireball in his hand, rushed towards Zhu Hong, holding the heart of the jade burning. A firm face.

"Humble demon clan, how can you defeat me! What's the use. Zhu Hong laughed and slapped it with one palm. The palm of the palm is full of light, as if covering the whole world.

But seeing the flash of fire, Ah Cao and the fireball in his hand turned into nothingness at the same time, and disappeared completely.

"Ah Cao, Ah Cao......" Zhaoming seemed to have been drained of all his strength. Collapsed to the ground, crying helplessly.

This is an eternal pain in his heart that cannot be calmed. Over the years, he has tried his best not to think about the moment when Ah Cao died, but at this moment, he has experienced this again.

"Ahh Like a wounded beast, it doesn't know where to go.

Quietly, a qiē picture shattered suddenly, and the sky swirled, as if the chaotic mind was shining at this moment. When it was normal, a big mountain as red as blood appeared in front of me, Chigang.

The white skin flutters in front of the mountain, and the crowd surges, all of them have white cloth wrapped around their heads. A figure jumped high, holding a long knife in his hand, and the cold light shone brightly.

"Zhaoming!" a loud roar, it was the Minotaur.

That slash is full of absoluteness. Zhao Ming suddenly returned to that day, the day when he never dared to go to other forces again.

He knows the outcome, and he won't be gambling because he's already lost once and doesn't want to bet a second time.

He raised his hand to resist, but found that he could not move.

"Poof!"

The sound of blood splattering, and the sound of bones and blades shattering in unison. That knife inevitably cut into his shoulder again, and a chill drove straight into the atrium, crushing a qiē, making his heart like ashes from now on, and he didn't dare to have any more extravagant hopes.

The same thought rose in Zhaoming's heart, perhaps, it was the best choice for him not to go to Chigang.

There was a blur in his eyes, and the minotaur's furious appearance shattered again. The debris flew like snow drifting, and suddenly, it was back on the cliff.

The woman who was as beautiful as a pear blossom smiled at herself like a flower, which made people's hearts calm.

"Pear Blossom!" Zhaoming flew over with a look of fascination, trying to pull up the arm that was as white as jade.

At the moment when I was about to encounter it, I saw a fire appear out of thin air, as if a torrential rain was pouring down. All the flames were filled with a familiar aura, and it was none other than the flames of Zhaoming's own.

"No!"

Zhaoming was shocked, he remembered the day when the White Pear Cliff was burned, and the longing romance had not yet appeared, and it was burned by the fire. He tried all his strength to control the flames that fell like a torrential rain, but found that he couldn't do it at all.

The manzana pear blossom is ignited......

All the pear trees were set on fire......

The entire cliff was set on fire......

At the same time, the smiling woman was also ignited, like a beautiful butterfly dancing in the flames, burned to the ground.

The power that cannot be controlled, the stronger it is, the more terrifying it is. It's not just the enemy or an irrelevant person who hurts, but also the things you cherish and care about.

"No!"

Zhaoming roared, and immediately felt a tightness in his chest, a sore throat, the flames in front of him disappeared completely, and he returned to the Yao Pond, lying on the twelve-rank fire lotus that was free from the firelight.

The discomfort was caused by the water of Yao Chi being inhaled into his throat, and although the flames of the fire lotus were not directly lethal, they made Zhaoming's heart flutter.

The qiē just now is naturally an illusion, but that kind of illusion is so real that Zhaoming can't believe it, and until this moment, he still can't tell whether it was a dream or a dream at the moment.

The death of Ah Cao, the angry stab of the Minotaur and the burning of the White Pear Cliff seem to have become an indescribable pain in his heart. I didn't know what I was affected by, but I entered the illusion without warning.

In a panic, I suddenly felt a trance, and it seemed that something was about to appear in front of me.

Frightened in his heart, an instinctive carp stiffened and bounced off the twelve-grade fire lotus. Separated from the fire lotus, this is restored to normal. Looking down again, I found that the place where I was lying just now had gathered a lot of flames and left the light.

It was these flames that shocked Zhaoming's heart and finally found the clue. These flames don't seem to do any harm to the body, but perhaps because of this, they have a great effect on the mind.

Trapped in the Yao Pond, unable to control his body, he slowly fell towards the twelve-rank fire lotus. As he was about to fall on the lotus platform, the power of the imprisoning power weakened, and Zhao Ming stretched out a hand to gently brush the flames that were free.

There was a sudden trance in front of him, and under the black oppressive sky, a lightning storm raged, and a large number of witch clans slaughtered in the demon garden, and blood flowed all over the ground. Countless demons are weeping and shouting, hoping that a savior will appear to change their bleak fate.

"Stop!" Zhao Ming roared angrily, forgetting that this was an illusion, and rushed over regardless of it.

"Boom, boom!"

The landslide and tsunami shook the earth, and the loud sound was like thunder that could not be stopped. The Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth turned into a wave of qi, like an insurmountable wall of sighs blocking Zhaoming, and he could not enter an inch.

"Stop!"

Zhaoming continued to roar, but it was useless, and he could only watch the demon clan of the demon clan being slaughtered.

"Ahh

His eyes were cracked, his teeth were shattered, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

"Hahaha!"

A burst of wild laughter came, turning into a sea of blood and rising into the sky, instantly flooding the entire demon garden. A round of sun appeared in the sky, red as blood, making the whole world look like the end of the world.

A huge figure sat in the void, opening its mouth like a huge whirlpool devouring a living being.

Whether it was a witch or a demon, whether it was a living or a corpse, even the wailing soul was swallowed by that figure.

The sea of blood is turbulent, and the sky and the earth are faceless. The evil Buddha of blood, the six terrifying souls.

Zhaoming took a deep breath, unable to determine who that huge figure was not Shura. It's just that Rao is brotherly affection, and even he can't be sure whether the figure in front of him is Shura himself, or the Blood Evil Buddha he cultivated, or if his mind was taken away and the deity turned into the true body of this Blood Evil Buddha.

"Hahaha!"

The Blood Evil Buddha looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, his body continued to expand and expand, and after a while, it finally reached its limit, and it was like a bubble popping apart, turning into countless flesh and blood splashing in all directions.

"Shura!"

Zhaoming is full of liver and gall, this is his younger brother, no matter what he becomes, he is also his younger brother, how can he die like this.

"Ahh

With a wild roar, I felt a tightness in my chest, and all the qiē shattered, and I returned to reality again.

Yao Chi, fire lotus, a qiē as before, leaving the flame wrapped around his hand, making him in a trance.

Sure enough, it was the problem of this flame, and Zhaoming finally determined. Sure enough, as I guessed, although this flame could not hurt the body, it could affect the mind.

Looking closely, I saw that the flame patterns were entangled, all of them merged into the fire lotus, but there were only faint traces on the surface of the fire lotus. Obviously, the flames on the surface of the fire lotus are only aftermath, but they can already be affected by themselves.

Karmic fire, Zhaoming suddenly thought of a flame that Emperor Jun had told him, a flame that existed in legends.

This kind of flame may not be as domineering and powerful as the Sun True Fire, but it has the ability that the Sun True Fire cannot match: it affects the mind, and even affects the cultivation through the state of mind.

The opportunity was rare, and he pressed one hand on the fire lotus, and Zhaoming's heart moved, and he began to collect it. (To be continued......)