"Do not!"
Huo Juechen, who turned into a fire dragon, roared frantically, with his right hand sticking out like a dragon's claw, grabbing Ye Fan hard, trying to drag him back.
However, he tried his best and only caught a corner of his clothes.
"Wow!"
At the next moment, Ye Fan took the God Burial Sword into the black flame, disappearing into the sight of the two masters.
"Oh shit!"
Huo Juechen sat slumped on the ground, his fists slammed on the ground, and he was so angry.
"Why didn't you catch him!"
Yan Jingfeng rushed over and asked loudly.
"Bastard! The king is acting, do I need to explain to you?"
Huo Juechen said breathlessly, and immediately turned his head to look at the sixth layer of inferno, his eyes could not hide the color of horror.
He never expected that there would be such a terrifying flame on the lower plane Fire Spirit Star.
The breath that was revealed just made the scalp numb, the hair horrified, and instinctively wanted to retreat.
Yan Jingfeng next to her also showed an unprecedented dignified color on her face, staring straight at the dark flames, as if approaching an enemy.
In order to seize the burial sword before, the two dared to enter the depths of the star.
But now, they stayed at the entrance of the sixth layer of Hell and stopped.
The pressure brought by the dark flames is even more terrifying than the big golden flames in the sun.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, Huo Juechen took a step forward, summoned his courage, and slowly stretched out his index finger of his right hand, heading towards the sixth layer of Hell.
"Zizzi!"
When his fingertips just touched the black flame, there was a harsh sound, and the flesh and blood melted instantly.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
The Scarlet King Huo Juechen, a cultivator of the Ninth Rank of God Transformation, uttered a scream of exhaustion at this moment, and then continued to roll limply, without the slightest demeanor of a strong person.
Looking intently, his right index finger not only melted the flesh and blood, a solid black energy, but also constantly seeped into his blood, meridians, bone marrow...
Even on the Tianshu star, Huo Juechen had never seen such a terrifying flame, like a bone gangrene running around in his body, desperate to live, and wished to faint immediately.
Seeing this scene, Yan Jingfeng's face changed drastically, never expecting this dark flame to be so evil.
The next moment, Yan Jingfeng slowly drew out his evil sword, and carefully [August One Chinese Network www.zwdu8.me] poked out his wings forward.
"Zizzi!"
Another piercing sound of metal rubbing sounded.
Yan Jingfeng hurriedly withdrew the evil knife, but saw that the tip of the knife was missing, which was also corroded by the pitch black flame.
"What kind of flame is this? How can it be so terrifying?!"
At this time, Huo Juechen reluctantly suppressed the black energy that had invaded his body, struggled to get up from the ground, and muttered, "That kid isn't dead, right?"
Hearing this, Yan Jingfeng beside him sank to the bottom of his heart. He knew that with his current strength, he would definitely not be able to enter the sixth layer of hell.
I'm afraid that only the true immortal of crossing the catastrophe can enter it to find out.
Obviously, the burial sword is in it and is within easy reach, but this distance of a few meters is separated by an insurmountable gap.
"Hey... brat, are you still alive?" Huo Juechen yelled.
At the next moment, Ye Fan’s voice came from the sixth layer of inferno:
"Grandpa, I'm alive and well, you two turtle grandchildren, who dare not come in, then wait outside for Sansheng III!"
...
The language is not amazing and endless!
Hearing these words, Huo Juechen and Yan Jingfeng were furious and trembled in anger.
As their identities, have they ever suffered such humiliation?
The Scarlet King Huo Juechen was originally the monarch of a country, dominating hundreds of millions of people and dominating the world. Whoever sees him is not very respectful.
And Yan Jingfeng is a peerless murderer, even the secret book of the Daxia royal family dared to steal, and his reputation is so frightening that it is enough to make people fearful.
But after the anger, they were happy again.
Since Ye Fan is not dead, it is possible to send the God Burial Knife out, so they don't need to take personal risks and enter this terrifying sixth-layer inferno.
Suddenly, Huo Juechen squeezed out a hypocritical smirk, resorted to a soft policy, and said loudly:
"Boy, as long as you are willing to hand over the burial sword, this king promises you a bright future and endless glory and wealth! The beauties on the red stars, choose whatever you want, and this king will also Pass it all to you!"
"Cut! I'll believe it if you say it!"
Ye Fan's voice came from the sixth layer of inferno prison again.
"I am willing to swear to Dao Xin and never break my promise, otherwise the sky will be thunderous and my soul will fall into Yama!" Huo Juechen swore.
"You just agreed, isn't there an old thing next to me? He will kill me when that happens, and if you just stand by, I am dead in vain!" Ye Fan said coldly.
Huo Juechen looked a little embarrassed when he heard this, and said in his heart: This little guy is really a ghost!
The next moment, he winked at Yan Jingfeng again.
Yan Jingfeng immediately understood, and said loudly: "Little brother, even if you are in the golden flames of the sun, I am afraid that you won't be able to hold on for long! If you throw out the burial sword and get the treasure, we will naturally leave. , Will never hurt your hair!"
Although he said so, Yan Jingfeng had a wishful thinking in his heart.
"Hehe...boy, I really won't hurt you a single hair, but after you come out, I will cut off your head directly to relieve the hatred!"
After a few seconds, Ye Fan, who was in the sixth-layer inferno prison, said again: "It's not impossible to ask me to throw the burial sword! But you must show enough sincerity first!"
"What sincerity?" Yan Jingfeng asked.
"The one with the knife, you lie on the ground and learn how to bark!" Ye Fan suddenly said.
...
As soon as this statement came out, it was like a nine-day thunder that exploded in the field.
"what?!"
Yan Jingfeng exclaimed, he couldn't believe his ears, and thought he had auditory hallucinations.
After a brief consternation, he came back to his senses, thunderous, his chest undulating with anger, and there seemed to be a monstrous flame surging in it.
"Boy, you are looking for death! Really I'm afraid you won't make it?!"
Yan Jingfeng's momentum skyrocketed, like an angry demon god, enough to sweep the ten directions and suppress the three realms.
However, his momentum fluctuations seemed to anger the pitch black flames in the sixth inferno.
"Boom boom boom!"
That black flame suddenly soared, as if it turned into an evil dragon in Jiuyou Hell, sweeping in all directions.
The sea spirit sacred flame in the original fifth layer of inferno was instantly swallowed by the black flames.
Seeing this scene, the two masters were both frightened and frightened, and their stature retreated a hundred meters, which was able to escape the black flames.
Yan Jingfeng seemed to be poured cold water on his head, and his anger disappeared, his forehead was cold and sweaty, as if he was walking before a ghost door.
"Brother Yan, I can only wrong you now." Huo Juechen used his inner strength to quietly use the magical power of sound transmission.
"What do you mean? Do you want me to..."
Yan Jingfeng gritted his teeth, his fists creaked.
In his capacity, he had never learned how to bark a dog. If it were spread to Tianshu Star, it would be a life-long stain.
"The overall situation is the most important! In order to get the burial sword, this little grievance, what is it?"
Huo Juechen pretended to be serious and thoughtful, but he was smiling in his heart.
In the past, in order to the burial sword, the two of them played dimly and couldn't talk to each other. Now it is really refreshing to see the opponent barking the dog.
Yan Jingfeng stood on the spot with a gloomy expression, as if fighting between heaven and man.
"Brother Yan, we have no other way except this! The big deal, I promise you, that kid will throw out the burial sword later, let you breathe!" Huo Juechen said.
"Well..." Yan Jingfeng nodded helplessly.
In order to bury the sword, even if he abandons his dignity, he will not hesitate.
The next moment, his knees softened, he lay down on the ground and lowered his arrogant head, like a bereaved dog.
"Wow! Wow! Wow..."
After yelling for a few times, he yelled in the direction of the sixth layer of Hell, "Boy, is it enough!"
"Okay! I saw your sincerity! Now, it's the Red King's turn!" Ye Fan said.
"what?"
Now it was Huo Juechen's turn to be dumbfounded. He never expected this to happen, and his face was suddenly more ugly than eating shit.
Without waiting for his reaction, Ye Fan continued: "Hey... King Chi, you slap yourself a hundred times to express your sincerity! Although I can't see it, you must not think about fishing in troubled waters, and the person with the knife will supervise you! "
