: 815. Chemical sand

"Tingting! Come back! Don't go!"
Yang Qing sees Fang Ting walking toward the poisonous fire. He is going to get up, but he sees Zhou Yun from behind and Zhao Huan, and his body is hard to stop.
"Calm, I want to calm down, calm down to save Tingting!" Yang Qing clenched his teeth and began to spur a magical method that he had never tried to understand.
He practiced the creation of the four gods after the opening of the book, and the four elephants changed.
It’s just this magical power. There are still quite a few places in Yang Qing that have never been fully understood. It’s a broken door that is incomplete and unsuccessful. Yang Qing’s smattering is even damaging, and he’s even hurting himself. Practice yourself to perfect the magical spells.
But this kind of tempering has never been done overnight, let alone the urgency of life and death.
But now Yang Qing has no choice. He is staring at Fang Ting, who has turned into a poisonous ghost, and stepping into the sea of ​​fire. He gnawed his teeth and said: "Hey!"
The sun that guards the sun around him and the real water of the Taiyin are more concentrated and cohesive, and the sun is constantly burning into the water of the Taiyin. The two magical forces that are completely opposite each other begin to merge, and then the mysterious changes occur.
Into the Taiyin true water center of the sun, the water and fire disappeared together, gradually turned into a vacuum, and the force of the vacuum was projected outward. Wherever it was, the true and fierce virulence of the earth began to collapse.
The four elephants change yin and yang, the change of Shaoyang into the air, the yang in the yin, and the empty temperament.
But soon, more poisonous fires poured over the sky, and the monks in the realm of the Yuanshen stepped into the squad. After all, it was not only Yang Qing who was in the late Jin Dan that could be broken.
Under the bombardment of the Red Earth, Yang Qing snorted. The power of the vacuum created by the yin of the yin suddenly became unstable. Unsustainable, the sun is really hot and the water is too messy.
Yang Qing only felt dizzy when he was bursting. That was the result of his reflexion by his magical powers.
His yin and yang in the four elephants changed, Shaoyang was relatively mild, and there was such a big counterattack. If the sun was extinguished or the sun was too dark, I was afraid that I had been seriously injured and even died directly.
But Yang Qing can't take care of it at this moment. He struggled to look at the sea of ​​fire and watched the figure that was gradually swallowed by the sea of ​​fire. His heart was like a knife: "I want to succeed. I must succeed!"
One after another, the spells are displayed, success, failure, failure, and success, but they continue to attack the red earth.
And Yang Qing’s body began to falter, and his Jindan began to vibrate evenly, and the gloss disappeared and became dim.
However, the spirit of the purple youth has never been clear, supporting him to keep working hard.
But it is because of this soberness that it is even more painful. Because he can only watch his beloved person being swallowed up by poisonous fire.
"Tingting..."
Yang Qing’s voice is like a lonely wolf on the verge of desperation, full of despair.
Fang Ting's poisonous ghost body is getting smaller and smaller and more and more broken. The green light and the white floc disappeared in the end.
Finally, Yang Qing’s mana forcibly broke through the poisonous fire and finally grabbed Fang Ting back. However, there is only one remaining soul, like a blue smoke. The appearance of a girl is faintly visible in the smoke.
She looked at Yang Qing slightly, and she saw the gentle and gentle purple youth. At this moment, the face was anxious, and there was a mark on the cheek.
Fang Ting's eyes were slightly condensed, his lips were open, but he couldn't make any sound: "Yang Shixiong, I have too much blood on my body. This is the result of me... deserved, don't... because I am... I can see you... you are... I am satisfied..."
"Senior brother, you must protect... well... yourself..."
Her spirit gradually dissipated, and she could barely keep her eyes on Yang Qing, but her eyes began to diverge.
The picture of the scene that has been broken in my mind is flying fast. When I first visited the Yunshui Cave, the boy who was bigger than himself and curiously looked at himself.
Fold two green grasshoppers, you are one of me, you don't need to say anything more, just sit back and back together and you can spend a whole day happily.
He went to the ranks of the crusades, and he was still alive, and the surprise reunited.
For a moment, I finally broke the last big couple, the young boys and girls...
Fang Ting looked at Yang Qing, and in front of a purple dress, the youth who looked desperate and stern, gradually became a memory, the sun, the face of a gentle smile, reaching out to the white teenager...
Yang Qing looked at Fang Ting and saw that the girl seemed to want to make a gesture of reaching out to him, but it was impossible to succeed.
Fang Yin, who nourishes all things, will protect Fang Ting. Yang Qing’s mana is constantly being injected into the blue smoke, but seeing the blue smoke still dissipating little by little.
"Tingting, don't... don't... don't die..."
Yang Qing’s voice is full of sorrow, like Du Fu’s blood.
"Boom!" All of the voids surrounded by poisonous fires up and down, left and right, suddenly opened.
The golden flames burst into flames, breaking through the poisonous fires, screaming and screaming, smashing the poisonous fires, further expanding the broken gaps, and then, as if the mudslides flowed into the black and yellow rivers, Yang Qing and Zhou Clouds and Zhao Huan are surrounded to help them resist the invasion of poisonous fire.
A young man in white appeared in the crack, and it was Kang Nanhua. When he saw the foreground of the eye, his body shook a little, his eyes suddenly faded: "Don't I still be late?"
Zhou Yun and Zhao Huan looked at each other with a complicated look. They knew that Conan Hua was not late. Under normal circumstances, they could support Kang Nanhua’s arrival, Fang Ting’s affairs, more because of her own wishes.
Kang Nanhua came to Yang Qing's side, and he saw Yang Qing, who was always gentle and peaceful. At this moment, he looked horrified and held a blue smoke wrapped in the water of Taiyin. He kept squatting, as if he was in a desperate situation, he was mourning: "Ting Ting! Don't die, don't die!"
"Yang Qing, Yang Qing!" Kang Nanhua brows tightly, said Shen Sheng: "She will not die!"
Yang Qing stayed for a moment, Huo Di looked up and looked at Kang Nanhua, Kang Nanhua's hands flattened forward and spread out, four crystal clear sand pots. Form a triangular cone in the air, shrouded the faint blue smoke that is about to dissipate.
Kang Nanhua’s Yuan Ying’s birth. As a teenager, his Yuan Ying floated in the air and stretched out an arm. The other hand squats like a knife!
Zhao Huan exclaimed: "Mr. Kang..."
Kang Nanhua’s Yuan Ying face does not change color, but the overall brilliance is dimmed a lot. The Yuan Ying broken arm turns into a brilliance and is integrated into the sand shovel.
Then, one of the remaining hands of Kang Nanhua’s Yuan Ying pinched the triangular cone and the vertebral body suddenly turned into a small sand shovel.
The smoke, as if it had become a small bug in amber, was condensed in the sand. Like a tiny line that is invisible.
"Her soul is incomplete and insulted, and I am so badly wounded. I can only keep her last breath. But as long as I keep it, I will have hope." Kang Nanhua said slowly.
Yang Qing is like a fool, and he fell to the ground. The eyes of the weeping blood kept watching the palm of the palm.
Kang Nanhua sighed. In fact, Yang Qing is as clear as he is. The faint soul is almost completely smashed.
There is still hope, but this hopes that even the emperors who have established the two worlds of the dead and the dead in the past will be dismissed.
But Yang Qing is still crazy about holding the sand pot.
Between heaven and earth, a moment of silence. Only the flames are beating, the hurricane is blowing, the sound of the river flowing.
It seems like a long time passed. It seems that it is only a moment, Kang Nanhua faintly heard. There seems to be a sound that has barely been heard at first. But it is getting bigger and bigger, and at the end it is like a thunder.
"Zhang Lie..."
"Zhang Lie..."
"Zhang Lie..."
"Zhang Lie!"
"Zhang Lie!"
"Zhang Lie!"
"Zhang Lie!!"
"Zhang Lie!!"
"Zhang-lie!!!"
Yang Qing suddenly raised his head, two eyes, a pure gold, a green, in a blink of an eye, the golden eyelids turned into pure white, and the green eyes turned into pure black, a pair of eyes, like the yin and yang poles!
The golden Dan, who was dull in his body, suddenly vibrated. Inside Jindan, the sun’s real fire and the Taiyin true water force re-condensed, but still seemed weak.
But in the next moment, the sun is really ignited into pure yang, the Taiyin true hydration is pure yin, the yin and yang are handed over to the Thai, and they are merged together to metamorphose, and Yang Qing’s already dried up mana is rapidly recovering.
And his Jin Dan, from the original golden and green yin and yang, is transformed into a blend of black and white.
Yang Qing looks at Kang Nanhua: "Mr. Kang, Zhang Lie, where?"
Kang Nanhua glanced at him and took him and Zhou Yun from and Zhao Huan to rush out from the red earth, and broke through the void to fly to the distant hills.
"Before there, but now I am not sure whether his injury has recovered."
When Kang Nanhua took Yang Qing and others back to the hill where Zhang Lie was only living, there was no one left.
Yang Qingfang glanced at the hill with no expression: "Go first to find the four divisions." When it comes to vacancies, it will fly to the area where Yue Hongyan is located.
While flying, Zhao Huan looked at Yang Qing and hesitated and said: "Five Masters, according to Mr. Kang, at this moment he should have restored the Yuanshen repair, that is, you and Master and Mr. Kang joined forces. Maybe not defeat, but if you want to kill Zhang Lie..."
Yang Qing said indifferently: "I understand what you mean, but as the three brothers said, he and the old man called Si Kong You are not jealous. This time, I deliberately want to kill us and Si Kong You, Sikong is not dead, he will not leave easily. Si Kong You is a monk in the Yuan Dynasty. It is not easy for Zhang Lie to join forces with the three divisions to kill him. It is impossible not to pay the price."
"As long as he reveals flaws, it is our chance. This time, let him run. With this thief and rat, he will find it difficult to find him." Yang Qing’s eyes are cold and silent: "So today, I must Find him and bury him here, even with my own flesh and bones!"
When they appeared in the place where Yue Hongyan and Yin Yang were in trouble, the other party soon found them. After looking at each other, they immediately prepared to escape.
But the streamer flashed, a purple youth had appeared in front of them, his face was strange, the pupils of both eyes, one black and one white, two blood marks under his eyes, like a savage scar.
"Do you know, Zhang Lie, where?" Yang Qing whispered softly, but the tone was soft and gentle, but there was a horrible feeling of chilling.
Nine elementary infants and monks sacrificed the flags together, formed a battle, and the chaotic dead air turned, creating a twisted and weird rattan, wrapped around Yang Qing.
Yang Qing's palms stretched forward, and the sun was shining and the Taiyin true water appeared together. The sun really turned into a golden sea of ​​fire, while the Taiyin true water turned into a green water, falling from the sky and injecting into the center of the golden fire.
The next moment, the center of the golden fire, the rumble of the rumble, as if there are infinite disasters from the birth, to destroy the people.
A glimpse of the dark stream broke out from the center of the sea of ​​fire that blended into the Taiyin true water, and fell on those rattans. The cane was suddenly broken into powder.
The four elephants change yin and yang, the change of Shaoyin into the robbery, the yin of the yang, the ruin of the glory.
Yang Qing stepped on the rattan that had been turned into slag, and stepped forward in the void, and the sound rang again.
"Zhang Lie, where?" (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!