119 Baoguang Flame

Ye Jianling smiled and said, "I fought with people and was beaten down. I don't know where this is?"

The boy snorted coldly: "This is Kusongling. I am the great saint of burning the sky. These three hundred miles of Heming Mountain are all my territory. Who cares whether you have been beaten down or not? In short, you have offended me. Why don't kowtow and apologize quickly. Otherwise, I will release the immortal fire and burn you into a pile of black ash!"

"The Great Sage of Burning Heaven." Ye Jianling pondered for a moment. He saw that there was a faint demon spirit on the boy's body, but there was no trace of demons on his body. Obviously, he was also a demon who had become a golden elixir. As for what it was, he could not see what it was. He came down from above and accidentally broke into a goblin's cave, which coincidentally.

The burning saint saw that Ye Jianling did not answer his words, but was slightly stunned there and was angry: "How dare you not pay attention to me!" As soon as his wrist raised, the sword in his hand turned into a dragon more than three feet long, with teeth and claws, and flew to Ye Jianling with a fierce flame.

Ye Jianling flew out of his hand with a soul-grabbing stick, and his tip accurately banged a little on the fire dragon head, blowing up tens of thousands of sparks, full of brilliant holes and shining. Ye Jianling quickly approached the burning saint in the fireworks, put his hands together, and a cold wave gushed out from the bottom of his sleeves, wrapping the boy in it.

The Great Sage stretched out his hand and grabbed it out of thin air, and there was another fire dragon sword in his palm, which was distracted by Ye Jianling.

Ye Jianling did not flash, and was directly stabbed into his chest. His body was twisted like a water wave. Suddenly, it broke into hundreds of water thunderbolts, hitting the burning emperor like hail. The burning sky saint hurriedly retreated with his sword. At the same time, he opened his mouth and spewed out a mass of fire and snapped at the water god thunder.

The Burning Heavenly Sage was pushed by the violent impact force. Although he was not injured, he was also gray.

Ye Jianling reached out and grabbed the soul-grabbing staff flying back and looked at the other party with a smile. He had seen what adventure the burning emperor should have, and directly condensed into a golden elixir to become a demon fairy. The previous level experienced too quickly. For the combination of water and fire, gold and wood, Xiao Zhoutian felt himself, and Zhoutian felt the world, and The day after tomorrow, these realms are not solidly experienced, and even far worse than Xiaofengxian. Only the fighting experience is much better than Xiaofengxian. With Ye Jianling's current strength, he can easily subdue him.

The Burning Heavenly Sage was burned by the anger of his smile, and even his ears and neck were red with anger. He shouted, holding a fire dragon sword in each hand to fight closely with Ye Jianling. The two swords danced together and brought up a hot wave. Ye Jianling was always wrapped in a black cold air and poked to the right with a soul-grabbing rod in the flame.

The three skeletons on the soul-grabbing staff were extremely powerful, crying or laughing. With the wave of the enemy, they made all kinds of secret magic sounds. The burning emperor's soul was confused and his mind was shaken. Especially every time the stick passed dangerously in front of his face, which made his heart beat, and even the golden elixir was almost taken out of his stomach. !

He shook his arms and released his swords. After that, he grabbed them with both hands and gave birth to two swords. The two swords circled in his hand. The fire rolled and the heat wave flew, as if two people attacked like Ye Jianling at the same time. After a while, he sent out the two swords in his hand again and still grabbed them out of thin air, and unexpectedly there was another pair. When the sword came, Ye Jianling fought with him for less than a quarter of an hour. He actually caught 48 swords, and there was a tendency to continue to catch them.

Ye Jianling was surrounded by so many fire swords, with flames and sharp blades on all sides. He hurriedly took out the black water fan and fanned out the black water cold wave.

The black cold air surged thin, and the dragon swords fell into the cold wave and burst one after another, making a loud sound of "bang bang", which made the sparks and cold. The burning emperor was sprayed all over his face by the cold wave, directly frozen in a huge freezer, and made a posture of lifting his sword obliquely. His face was full of anger. There was only one fire dragon sword left. He grabbed it in his hand and his anger was completely gone, like a piece of iron.

Ye Jianling didn't really want to have a grudge against the other party. He just felt that the child was interesting, so he couldn't help teasing him. At this time, he had subdued him and was about to explain and persuade him. He was even going to take out two bottles of green elixir to make a gift to make friends with him. Unexpectedly, the burning saint was not easy, and his expression was distorted in the ice, as if While holding his breath, a wisp of fire suddenly escaped from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

The ice that Ye Jianling fanned out with black water can be extraordinary water. It is a Guishui elite extracted from the four major black water cold wave of heaven and earth. As long as idle characters are sealed in, they can't come out without special means. Even if outsiders want to save them, they are helpless. This ice sword is hard to hurt and can't be burned. After being exposed to the sun for a few years, it will never melt a trace, and even the people who are close to it will be frozen by the cold light.

However, the flames gushing out of the seven orifices of the Burning Great Sage were unusual, wisp by wisp, if spiritually penetrated into the ice, as if running into the wood. Before long, the whole freezer was filled with fire and became a huge light red crystal, and the light was a hundred times brighter than ordinary flames, shining brightly in the room.

The burning Monkey King suddenly roared, and the whole freezer immediately turned into a trace of water mist. He felt that he was insulted by the sky. He sprayed fire in his mouth and pinched his hands to control the flame into a huge crane to burn Ye Jianling.

Ye Jianling saw the power of the fairy fire and quickly waved his wand, released the three poisonous magic flames, installed them in the air, and exploded into a large red cloud of magic fire, facing the fire spit out by the burning emperor.

Bother flames are ordinary fires. They are twisted together, and the space seems to begin to twist and melt.

When the Burning Heavenly Sage saw that he could block his divine fire, he was also shocked. Only then did he know that this man was unfathomable and difficult to resist. He hurriedly carried the elixir, sprayed three bursts of anger, and then turned his feet into a firelight and flew into another room.

Ye Jianling broke the divine fire in front of him. Seeing him escape, he hurriedly chased after him. As soon as he arrived at the door, a large flame suddenly rolled out in front of him and rushed to his face. He hurriedly retreated, waved the black water fan, releasing the black water cold wave to offset it, but he was also shocked by the powerful fire and retreated back to the center of the stone room.

I don't know how many doors there are in this stone room. The previous passages have been closed, and they have been transferred to four directions. The other eight were opened and gushed out of the fire at the same time. Although the fire is not as good as the divine fire spewed out of the mouth of the burning emperor, it is not small. It flows like magma, and the fire clouds and fire fell on the top of the head. Rain, the flames below burned wildly upwards.

Ye Jianling broke through the sea of heavy fire with a black water fan, opened the road of fire, and broke into the door where the burning saint escaped with a soul-grabbing stick. He saw a bowl of red beads floating in the door. The beads rolled and spewed out a flame, which was painted on the surrounding stone walls. After the formation, it immediately turned into a torrent of hot waves and sprayed into the stone chamber.

Ye Jianling's current strength is not enough to completely control the black water fan and can't destroy the root of the fire. It is expected that only by breaking the fire bead can he go out. He will shake the soul rod, spewed out the magic fire on it, and burn it to the fire beads.

Suddenly, a childish shout was heard, and a man emerged from the fire beads. It was the previous burning great saint who flew two swords to fight. Ye Jianling flew out of the magic line with a soul-grabbing stick, ingested the forehead and eyebrows of the burning emperor. The burning emperor screamed and scattered into a mass of fire.

Ye Jianling waved to the fire beads. For several times in a row, the cold wave of black water spewed out, and the fire on the beads quickly dispersed. Ye Jianling reached out and grabbed it in his hand.

Then, he went to other portals, took off the eight jewels one by one, held them in his hand, and said to himself, "These beads are good things. They are warm in their hands. In the future, they will not be afraid of cold in winter, but they can breathe fire, are difficult to control, and easy to burn clothes. It's better to destroy them."

" Stop it!" The fire flashed in front of him, and the burning saint appeared out of thin air, "Don't destroy my jewels!"

Ye Jianling smiled and said, "This bead is now in my hand, and that's mine." He picked up the black water fan and pointed it at the bead. "Do you think I have enough power to fan this bead hundreds of times? Will it..."

"It exploded!" The burning emperor's face was full of panic, "You return the beads to me, and I will let you out, or I will launch the cosmic flame of the sun and burn you and your friend to death." Speaking of this, he suddenly patted his forehead and said, "Yes, your friend is still in another stone room. I'm going to catch him. I'll return my jewels and your friend. If you destroy my beads, I'll kill him!"

"That man is just a Taoist friend I met on the road, but he is not a friend. He is a Yuheng faction. I am a member of the Central Plains, but I have no friendship. I just rescued him from the evil monk of Qinglian Palace. He is already benevolent and righteous. How can he be controlled by others? You go and kill him now. I destroyed these beads here. Let's do it together. What do you think?

The burning emperor blinked his eyes: "Is that man from the Yuheng faction? How could he be killed by the people of Qinglian Palace?

Ye Jianling was stunned and randomly thought that he was a local monster. He was familiar with the seven major factions, so he explained, "This is unknown, but I heard the Qinglian monk say that the Taoist priest of the Yuheng faction colluded with the demon religion."

"Magic Religion?" The Burning Heavenly Sage looked at the magic wand in Ye Jianling's hand, "Are you also a demonist?"

Ye Jianling couldn't say anything about his attitude. It was difficult to answer, but shook the soul-grabbing staff and hummed arrogantly.

When the Burning Heavenly Sage saw his "contacit", his face showed a surprised look: "You must be a master of magic religion with such a fierce and domineering magic weapon! If you can break my big sun treasure, you must be the predecessor of the magic religion. He turned his big eyes three times in a row and smiled cunningly, "Since the predecessor is a member of the demon religion, he must be at war with the seven ghost schools. I don't know if he can do me a favor. A few years ago, the boy got a transformed thousand-year-old snow ginseng. If he can accept it, he can add a lot of magic power out of thin air. If the senior helps the boy do it, the boy is willing to send the snow ginseng to his predecessor!"