At the foot of Bilan Mountain, the huge square has been bombed into tatters, and the ground is cracked.

Dozens of figures, sitting in the sky, injected their own primordial power into a red light flashing furnace in the center.

On the periphery are hundreds of guarded figures.

There was silence all around.

The blazing firepower, from the Ding furnace, reflected a dazzling red light, the heat wave was rolling out, and everyone was sweating like rain, even if it was a master of the late Yuan Infant such as Qianding, Fang Jue, and Tian Weezi, they also began to release a talisman air shield to resist the heat, not to mention other people's.

In the Great Ding, Ye Bai looked relaxed, holding the Thunder Spirit Stone in his hand, absorbing the Thunder Yuan Qi, and in the sea of consciousness, the two Yuan Gods were also frantically absorbing the Yuan Shen Mist.

His gaze kept falling on the Ding Furnace space outside the purple bead.

That boundless flame was constantly changing color, although Ye Bai couldn't feel the heat wave, but through the violent distortion of space, it was conceivable that if he didn't have the protection of the purple beads, he would definitely not last too long, and he would be burned into ashes.

"That guy called the evil pole, if you are outside the Ding Furnace, you shouldn't be able to peek into the space inside the Ding Furnace, aren't you afraid of burning my Yuan Shen along with your body?"

Ye Bai's eyes showed a deep groan.

After a while, thinking of the tentative general attacks that Zeng Daoyi and the others had barely posed a big threat to him before, Ye Bai immediately realized that the other party was clearly taking the opportunity to probe his physical strength.

"These old guys, sure enough, are more cunning than the other. ”

Ye Bai scolded, although he was a little quick, but compared to those old foxes in Qianding, it was obviously far behind.

After a few breaths, Ye Bai expelled the distracting thoughts from his mind. Focus on recovery.

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And in the space outside the Ding Furnace, it was already so hot that it was so upset that it was almost impossible to maintain the clarity of the Lingtai, and even the mana in the body was also affected by the external Yuan Shen fire, and it began to be restless.

It's the season of spring. Although Bilan Mountain was beaten and destroyed, there was still no shortage of remnants of spiritual grass and spiritual trees nearby.

It was once full of life, but now it was as if it had reached the end of its life, the branches twisted and twitched, the green withered as death, and some had even burned with a strange smell.

The ground under everyone also quickly dried up and cracked at an incredible speed. The temperature was so hot that it felt like the sun had fallen to the earth.

"Brother Evil Pole, the fire should be almost there!"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant, this person's face was already quite pale, sweat was like rain, and even the talisman qi shield outside his body flickered and dimmed, as if it would be broken at any time.

This person's name is Huang Zhen, and he is the sect leader of a small sect called the Longyuan Sect in the Burial God Sea. Sit behind the evil pole.

Hearing Huang Zhen's words, many monks set their eyes on the evil pole. This is still the case outside the Ding furnace, let alone inside the Ding furnace.

"What's the hurry? The old man has his own measure!"

The black mask on the face of the evil pole had a strange metallic sheen, and his gaze was gloomy and calm, as if he was indeed confident.

Other monks, the magic weapon of the wind, fire and flood furnace. I didn't know anything, and I didn't even have contact with Lingbao, so naturally I couldn't refute it, so I had to let him go.

The minutes ticked by.

The eyes of the evil pole slipped through the sneer.

In fact. Based on his estimation of the strength of Ye Bai's physical body, if nothing else, the time of one cup of tea was enough for him to burn Ye Bailian's physical body with the Yuan Shen into ashes. But this old man, just in case, specially said the time of a cup of tea.

For the secret of advanced separation from the dust in Ye Bai's mind, this old man was not interested at all, because someone had already told him.

Seeing that the time for two teas is about to arrive!

The evil pole's heart moved!

The wind, fire, and flood furnace suddenly shook violently again, and the humming sound was loud, and the heat wave that came out was surging wildly!

Bang bang!

In an instant, there were four mid-Yuan Infant cultivators with the lowest cultivation, and the talisman qi shield outside their bodies exploded!

The four of them screamed, their bodies suddenly burned, and they fell backwards.

The other monks were also uncomfortable, and the surging vitality in their bodies directly caused the corners of their mouths to bleed, but they didn't dare to give up halfway and withdraw the power of the primordial spirit, so they could only support it hard.

"Evil pole, what's going on?"

Qianding's face was gloomy, and he shouted angrily.

His desire to control is extremely strong, when he was the master of the Jedi Palace, he was a monk in the palace who said nothing outside of his control, but since the soul clan went south, he could no longer find that feeling, and now this Yuanying Alliance, which unites the mountain, makes him feel even more headaches, especially this mysterious evil pole.

The others also looked at the evil pole.

A look of confusion flashed in the deep eyes of the evil pole, and his voice was a little flustered: "The old man doesn't know, that kid won't really explode himself, right?" Or he was dying and struggling, and he used that magic weapon against the sky to attack again. ”

Everyone's faces suddenly looked ugly, if Ye Bai really blew himself up, wouldn't everyone be busy in vain, and this matter obviously can't be blamed on the head of the evil pole, because he has already said hello.

"You can't refine it anymore, open the furnace!"

In Qianding's heart, he had a strange bad feeling, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't find a clue, as long as he attributed the reason to Ye Bai, after drinking it, he took the lead in recovering his Yuan Shen power.

Wusheng, Tianweezi, Fang Jue, Tie Zongheng and others, after a slight groan, each withdrew his Yuan Shen power, stood up together, and looked at the evil pole with a somewhat cold expression.

The evil pole nodded and said: "Since you insist, the old man will no longer refine, and immediately open the furnace, that kid's body should have been burned at least eighty percent, and there are only a few bones left!"

The words fell, and the evil pole retracted his primordial spirit and stood up.

"Everyone, get ready!"

When all the cultivators heard this, their pupils condensed, and they all looked at the furnace mouth, their eyes full of fierce colors, and as soon as Ye Bai's primordial spirit came out, they immediately launched to capture it!

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The evil pole stretched out his middle finger and flicked it slightly, flicking a mana into the surface of the wind and fire furnace!

Airplanes!

After a strange hum, the mouth of the furnace seemed to be boiling, and a vast gray mist poured out of it.

The eyes of the cultivators were like electricity, penetrating through the mist.

There has been no movement for a long time, and I can't see any green primordial gods flying out!

Could it be that Ye Bai's original spirit really blew himself up?

The faces of the cultivators became more and more gloomy, and the faces of the people were even more fierce and ready to burst out and kill people.

And the eyes of the evil pole are slipped through the color of ecstasy!

Right now!

A little purple light shot out from the ding, flickering brightly and darkly, like a star in the sky.

Everyone looked carefully, it was actually a purple bead, and the breath of this bead was extremely strange, and they couldn't tell what grade of magic weapon it belonged to.

The evil pole looked slightly stunned, and the joy in his eyes increased, could it be that this magic weapon was the legendary magic weapon that killed the ghost remnant yang? Otherwise, how could it not be refined by the spirit treasure?

It's quiet all around!

Everyone's eyes fell on Zizhu, many people were greedy in their eyes, and they had already given birth to the same mind as the evil pole in their hearts, since they no longer had the secret of advancing to the dust, if they could get this powerful magic weapon to kill the ghost remnant sun, it would also be a great opportunity!

Whoosh –

The sound rang out continuously, and almost at the moment when the purple bead came out of the wind and fire furnace, the seven figures took the lead in rushing over!

Lone Star, Hundred Generations, No Life, No Leakage, Fang Jue, Iron Vertical and Horizontal, Qianding, Seven People Shoot Together!

While one hand was shooting at Zizhu, the attack in the other hand had already blasted towards the others.

Bang bang bang, bang bang, the sound of explosions, finally resounded again.

This time, it was not the cultivators who joined forces to deal with Ye Bai, but to compete for the purple bead!

The purple bead seemed to have spirituality, like lightning, escaping between the crowds, extremely fast, but skillfully hooking everyone to fight at the same time, they were not caught.

"It must be this magic weapon, in addition to the magic weapon on top of the spirit treasure, what magic weapon is there, can it not be refined by the spirit treasure, and have the treasure spirit to dodge on its own?"

The other monks were also moved, but in the face of those powerful sect masters, they were still a little hesitant and did not dare to make a move.

But the purple bead, after a few flickering, flew in their direction!

Everyone was stunned, and the opportunity was sent to the door, where could they still endure it, after snatching the beads, they ran away immediately, and they didn't want any sect disciples!

A scuffle has finally broken out!

At the foot of Bilan Mountain, it seemed to explode, and all kinds of magic weapons and spells were chaotic together.

Except for the early Yuan Infant monk, who thought that even if he could grab it, he would not be able to keep it, most of the other monks joined in.

Is the Mountain Alliance falling apart? (To be continued......