Chapter 107: Qing Feng Chao

Under the strong profound yin aura, the entire Extreme Ming Palace is still abnormally cold, but the scorching fire released by Yin Wanzhen is burning everywhere along the veins of the Ji Ming grass, and you can see spreading fire snakes everywhere. On the ground, it continues to spread.
　　 Even though Ji Mingcao comes from the far north, it is still the body of vegetation. The vegetation is the natural fuel of the scorching sun. The firewood is endless and the fire is endless. If it hadn't been for the cold suppression of Xuan Yin's spiritual energy, it would have been burnt to ashes long ago.
　　 If there is Wen Ruxue, her profound yin and true qi will circulate all over her body, and the fire can naturally be extinguished. But the primordial spirit of the extremely dark grass has been integrated into Lan Ruoshuang's spirit sword along with the spirit seed. Therefore, this extremely dark palace can only be regarded as a legacy of extremely dark grass. The essence of the sloughed away turned into aura and disappeared, and soon withered. Withered wood is flammable, and this fire is bound to burn more and more.
　　 As for the thousands of Xuanbing Demon Cultivators who practiced in this palace, they have melted into a pool of snow water. But most of their souls were also drawn into the Soul Wound Sword by Wen Ruxue. In that sword, Wen Ruxue would recreate the body of Xuanbing for them, but it didn't hurt.
　　 But Lan Ruoshuang used the four-fold practice of building a foundation to forcibly integrate the Extreme Nethergrass. Although it was barely successful, the meridian Qi Hai was extremely damaged.
　　 This has long been expected by Wen Ruxue. Lan Ruoshuang is the last descendant of the Snow Clan, so naturally she can't surprise this person. It's just that what she encountered this time was a catastrophe, and it was impossible for a person who should be robbed to be unscathed.
　　 Although the fusion damage is huge, as long as the fusion can be completed, Lan Ruoshuang becomes the master of the soul wound sword and is constantly nourished by the soul sword. Over time, these internal injuries can be gradually recovered.
　　 is just in front of her, but she is dying.
　　 Lan Ruoshuang was already in a coma, was carried by Gouzhu all the way, bumped with one foot and one shallow, and quickly woke up.
　　 She opened her eyes slightly, and saw the person carrying him in a white robe and half a thin face, rushing all the way anxiously.
　　 She felt a wave of heat hitting her surroundings again, and smoke was everywhere. When I looked around, there was a sea of ​​fire, and I understood. Although the situation is extremely critical at the moment, the younger brother who picked it up did not abandon himself.
　　 This made her feel a familiar feeling, remembering the scenes of the person climbing on the big silver fir tree a few days ago, and she couldn't help feeling warm.
　　 The Hanshuang Sword was originally a short sword. After fusing the spirit seed, it became the Soul Wound Sword. It was still only one foot three inches long. It was worn on her waist and inserted in the original scabbard. But a warm and moist aura that was different from before came out of the sword, and was similar to the aura of the Yuan Ying Banshee in the Yuanyang Palace, she knew that she had taken the risk this time and the fusion had been completed.
　　 This made her feel relieved, and she crawled on the man's back with peace of mind. He bit Gouzhu's ear with a faint gossamer voice and said, "My brother is pretty good to my sister."
　　 Gouzhu snorted as he ran, and said, "It's better to give me those five spirit seeds quickly."
　　 This reminds Gouzhu one thing. It stands to reason that after Lan Ruoshuang successfully integrates the spirit seed, he will be considered by the Power Transmission Tower as a success, and will be directly transmitted to the third floor.
　　 In fact, Gouzhu can also feel a wave of spiritual power in her body, similar to the kind of spiritual shock transmitted before death. The strange thing is that this wave of fluctuations does not know what unstoppable obstacles have been encountered, and it has been maintained, but it has not been able to transmit her away.
　　 Between the world and the earth, there seems to be another strange enchantment formation, which caused a fault in the space, causing the power of transmission to have nowhere to go, so it was stuck here.
　　 Maybe this big silver cedar tree itself has such obstacles. Hooking pig had no time to think about it. As long as he could leave the tree and return to the world below the second level to merge the spirit seed, he should be able to leave smoothly.
　　 rushed for a full quarter of an hour, and everyone finally left the Palace of the Underworld. Looking back, although the wind and snow were still the same, the Extreme Mind Palace had become a fire building in this wind and snow.
　　 Du Wenji's original plan was only to set up an array around the Palace of Hades, and he firmly believed that no one could break through the array. He just needs to wait outside the Palace of the Underworld, and everything will be fine if the cat does not escape.
　　 But he has a rough personality, not as deep-minded as Yin Wanji, and he doesn't leak anything. And he has a quick temper. Waiting outside for only a quarter of an hour, my heart was like ten thousand ants crawling, and all kinds of thoughts floated up.
　　 What if Yin Wanzhen’s plan fails and he dies on the top of the Palace of the Underworld?
　　 If this person succeeds first, what tricks would he use to escape?
　　 It is an old thing that he was favored by the Xingtang elders more than 20 years ago. Although he has long been a true disciple, he has been unable to consolidate his pill for a long time.
　　 One step is slow, and every step is slow. All the treasures of heaven and earth that Xingtang's lineage has been given to Gu Wentian now. The whole line is looking forward to Wentian Taoist becoming a Purple Mansion as soon as possible, and then becoming a Purple Mansion Master.
　　 And he, for the past twenty years in the Jade Palace, he has just been eating and waiting to die. Now that he is nearly sixty years old, if he doesn't form a pill, he will never hope to form a pill in his life. Had it not been for the master to give him this opportunity, he would have already given up this idea of ​​cultivating the Tao.
　　 For him, this is the last fight on this path of cultivation. If it can be done, Master is happy, and he still has a chance to consolidate alchemy. If you can't, you can only live in the cave for another 30 years, and then sit down and leave.
　　 Plus he is another impatient person. Let him wait, he will never sit still. So he simply took the four Zhenzuo disciples and went straight into the Yuanyang Palace, only to ran into Yin Wanzhen and robbed the fairy lotus who was pretending to kill.
　　 Of course he didn't bother to find another chance to ambush. Anyway, it's five to one, and it's the same in this hall or outside.
　　 I tried to persuade him, but Yin Wanzhen didn't buy it. Although they are in the same line of Xingtang, everyone has their own plans. How can they give in? Du Wenji then said with a strange smile:
　　 "Nephew Yin, don't forget that there is the Suolong Formation outside here. You and I are both Jiu Zhong, and there is a fatal injury when you start your hands. This Immortal Formation will not be able to save you."
　　 Yin Wanzhen's eyes flashed and seemed to be entangled. He said, "You can give you something. But I'm afraid that I will turn my face when I give it to you, and I will not mention my affairs when I go back. Wouldn't I be in vain?
　　 "You come over and sign a profound blood contract with me. If you go back to the master and show me your merits, I will give it to you."
　　 Du Wenji smiled and strode over. As long as Yin Wanzhen gives him something, what is there to sign a contract? As long as the things are delivered from him, what's the point of giving Yin Wanzhen an unsatisfactory credit?
　　 Yin Wanzhen spread his palm and said, "Here is the mysterious blood contract."
　　 Du Wenji took a closer look, and found that Yin Wanzhen had no mysterious blood in the palm of his hand, only a dark green bead, in which a red streamer wandered.
　　 "Fireball?" He was shocked. Being in the same line of Xingtang, it is impossible for him not to know how powerful this thing is. Originally, this thing had to be released within ten feet, and it was easy to avoid it when the distance was far away. But he approached without knowing it, and he couldn't think that Yin Wanzhen would be a dead hand when he came out. At this time, he was only three steps away from the opponent.
　　 Yin Wanzhen chuckled, shaking his palm, and threw this thing over.
　　 Flame Fire Ball is the seed condensed from the blazing fire fern on his sword. This thing usually absorbs the sun aura from the sword on the sword, and it has only condensed this one for more than 20 years. Facing a major enemy at the moment, no matter how precious it is, I must bear it.
　　The distance is too close, Du Wenji is inevitable, and with a lift of his left hand, he lifts the protective body Zhenqi to cover half of his body.
　　 From the outside, this bead has no breath at all, and the speed is not fast. Obviously, it can't penetrate his protective body. But what I didn't expect was that as soon as the Yanhuo Zhu hit the real qi that blocked its place, it burst and turned into a fire. The fire was so fierce that it ignited his body guard.
　　 The fire passed straight through, and instantly surrounded half of his body.
　　 Du Wenji only felt that half of his body was hot, especially the left arm blocking the front. The fire didn't seem to invade from the outside, but sprayed from the flesh of the forearm, and the whole forearm had completely lost the feeling.
　　 "Blue tide sword, wind gathering technique!"
　　 He also realized that this raging fire was not a body protector that could be stopped. Fortunately, he reacted fairly quickly. While his left hand was blocking the fire, the Qingchao sword in his right hand was already out of its sheath. Together with the wind gathering technique, a gust of wind swiftly rose up with the heart, blowing back the fierce fire beside him.
　　 The flames went upside down, but Yin Wanzhen was no longer in place.
　　 Du Wenji's half-length robe was black and very embarrassed. But most of the bones and muscles were not damaged. Only the left forearm has turned into a piece of red coke from the inside to the outside. Under the violent wind, flames are still spewing out of the flesh and it is spreading.
Although his mind was rough, he was not an indecisive person. He immediately roared, raised the sword in his hand, and chopped off this scrapped arm~EbookFREE.me~ and then transported the Aoki Zhenqi in his body to stop the blood .
　　 True disciples like him, although there is hardly a chance to go further, there is always no shortage of money in the cave. After a broken arm, you can spend money to buy a good alien or spirit beast arm, refining it for several years, and then you can avoid disability.
　　 Yin Wanzhen didn't idle at all after dodge, a red light flashed, the sword in his hand was like a gust of wind, and it went straight to the neck of a Zhenzuo disciple under Du Wenji.
　　 In the past two decades, he has done all kinds of "dirty work" exclusively for Gu Wentian. He has failed to condense the pill, but his experience with the enemy is extremely rich. And the mood is firm, even if you encounter a major enemy, there is no chaos.
　　 Although Du Wenji is half a waste person, his cultivation is not wasteful. The strength of his four Jinsuo disciples is not weak, either sevenfold or eightfold. With five enemies and one, it was indeed an enemy he had never encountered in his life.
　　 He wanted to kill Du Wenji by surprise, and then find four Zhenzuo disciples to defeat them one by one. Unexpectedly, Du Wenji escaped from the dead, only abandoning his arm. At this time, he could only result in a real disciple as soon as possible to frighten his opponent.
　　 The sword in the hands of the disciple Zhenzuo made a block, and it turned out to be a green blue tide sword. The two swords intersected, each of them shook, and a dragon chant was emitted. The Qing Chao Sword and the Yan Yang Sword had similar auras, and they only took a step back.
　　 "Our five swords make Qingfeng surge, and see how he resists it!" Du Wenji raised the green spirit sword in his hand, chanting the tactics in his mouth, and the Qingmu Zhenqi in his body surged, and a hurricane burst out from the sword.
　　 The four Zhenzuo disciples also spread out at the same time, each shining their swords, and the spirit swords in their hands are exactly the same in shape and form, all of which are blue tide swords.
　　Five swords return to one, the blue front tide surges, whizzing up, like a river tide, containing countless sword lights, sweeping by, the world changes color!