Chapter 11 Battle of Ice and Fire

Stars twinkle!

In an all moment, the white light emitted by the chaotic clock suddenly shook and quickly flipped and stirred up. Suddenly, the black clouds rolled like waves, surging around the chaotic bell, but they did not approach it, just the sound of thunder. In the chaotic clock, the stars on the clock flashed, and a bunch of dazzling white light rose again, like a strong white light, which made everyone dare not look directly. Even Yin Jiao could only squint his eyes slightly and stared at the center of the white light with some fear and horror.

The red light that had stained half of the sky could not help but be shaded by the white light at this moment. However, at this time, the red light emitted by the red flag could reach the flying sword under the white light. Xuan Ming in the center of the white light only heard a blast, and then there was a huge heat that was enough to melt him.

The whole day seems to be burning.

The red light emitted by the flying sword and the red flag has all turned into fire at this moment, and the black clouds that originally revolved around the chaotic clock are also stained with orange and red under the burning of the sky. It seemed to be burned, with bursts of crackling. Then, the fire passed through the black clouds and crossed the white light and went straight to Xuanming.

The high heat made Xuanming, whose temperature has always been extremely low, oozed a little hot sweat from his temples. Except for Xuanming, who had never sweated in the underworld, there was no time to wipe his sweat at this time. He did not look at the fire waves pouring towards him, but stared at the chaotic bell, fingers kept pinching the law.

He did not ask the Eastern Emperor to help, so at this moment, it is still a little difficult to manipulate the chaotic clock, but it is not impossible. Without the Eastern Emperor's deliberate obstruction, although the manipulation is slower, it is still possible.

Although there is only one level difference between the innate spiritual treasure and the innate treasure, they can't compete at all in power. That is already the difference between an ant and a god. But at this moment, the five elements of the flag array are, after all, a group of well-trained people trained by Yuan Shi himself, and Yin Jiao, who holds this array, is not much worse than Xuan Ming. This also brings the gap between Xuanming and the Five-e elements flag.

However, in the end, it only narrowed the distance and caused a little trouble for Xuanming, not to win Xuanming. Just as all the fire surged around Xuanming, until there was no white light, Yin Jiao finally opened a proud smile, and when the fire burned Xuanming, he could return to Kunlun with the chaotic bell scenery.

However, is it as beautiful as he thought?

Although Xuanming is a daffodil, it is right for him to control water with fire. Unfortunately, he only calculated a little, that is, Xuanming is not a simple daffodil, but the only two holy water in the whole world. Don't say that he has a chaotic clock at this moment, or no. This ignition can't do anything wrong with him.

What's more, at this moment, he still has the spiritual power of the Holy Spirit Stone in his body, and the cold to the dark things in the world are the absolute magic weapon to defeat fire. Xuanming naturally thought of this, so his pinched fingers couldn't help slowing down, and simply adjusted the blue spiritual power in Dantian and slowly entered the chaotic clock.

And because of this change, the dazzling light couldn't help but darken, creating an illusion that Xuanming had been subdued by the fire wave.

Then, when the cold air in the chaotic clock reached a peak, the chaotic clock buzzed again, bursting out a more dazzling light, and suddenly suppressed the fire waves. The dark clouds outside the chaotic clock once again revealed their original faces, which was extremely dark. The strong light was dazzling, forcing the people outside the fire to close their eyes slightly. If everyone can open their eyes and have a good look at this moment, they will be able to see that there is a trace of light blue in the white light at this moment. It's just that the light blue is too light to detect.

With the cold white light, it rotated again, like a tornado, spinning towards the flying sword. With a chirra, with a slight cold white light, it has pushed the blazing fire on the flying sword around, forcing the fire to retreat continuously and be extinguished.

Yin Jiao's face turned pale. Although the chaotic clock at this moment is still surrounded by fire waves, he can feel that the sultry heat just now no longer exists, and the rest is the coldness brought by the white light. How can the proud Yin Jiao suffer the repeated defeat to Xuanming? He bit the tip of his tongue and forced out a drop of painstaking effort, shot at the fire wave, and then decided to shout again: "Fire!!"

Echo array, the fire ignited again and rushed to Xuanming in the drop of blood containing infinite spiritual power. The hot pressure made the chaotic clock vibrate again. The bell, with sacred and powerful pressure, rushed to the fire along the increasingly strong white light. In an all second, there was a "cll" sound in the air. Continuously.

Looking at the battlefield from afar, it was like a hell, with a burning fire, with enough firepower to destroy and burn everything in the world, crackling and burning around the flying sword. In the center, there were bursts of white light, like ice and fog, and waves of chaotic bells gushed out and rolled into the fire. The strong temperature difference brought by the fusion of ice and fire made the clouds in the distance dark, thundering and thundering.

Then, every time the chaotic bell rings, the fire can shrink significantly, and the fire will drop a lot in an instant. The cold wind also slowly dispersed from the white light, drifted in mid-air, and then slowly attached to the flying sword, layer by layer, until the moment when the flying sword was completely wrapped, the fire was extinguished!

In the end, there were only sporadic points left in the raging fire. Xuanming stood with his hands on his hands and looked at Yin Jiao with a white face hidden in the white light. The fire did not cause him any damage in the end. On the contrary, the cold white light made Yin Jiao and others tremble. The ice mist attached to the flying sword made the owner of the sword freeze his face blue. A trace of cold, through the connection between the flying sword and the master, penetrated into the meridians of the Qingyi religious people, and the bitter coldness made them just want to abandon the sword and escape.

The bell still sounded, as if it was echoing the bell, and as if it were driven by the bell. The hearts of the people, the heartbeat under the bell, also beat with the sound of the bell, and the uncontrollable uncomfortableness of the heart made a group of religious people who were used to wind and rain turn pale again. The bell gradually slowed down, and the interval between the heartbeats was constantly stretched and became a long beating, making their white faces oozing with a little cold sweat.

It was as if life had been mastered. They looked into Xuan Ming's eyes and again brought horror and awe. The heartbeat continued to beat with the bell. The black clouds in the sky gradually stopped due to the extinguishing of the fire, and the earth gradually became silent, leaving only the bell sound, like from ancient times, knocking into people's hearts.

Xuanming, surrounded by the white light emitted by the chaotic bell, is also like the Holy Spirit from ancient times, standing with his hands behind his back, infinitely magnified in everyone's eyes.

Dozens of Qingyi religious people have lost their fighting spirit under the torture of cold, and coupled with the oppression of the chaotic bell, they have lost their fighting power. At this time, the pressure from Xuanming's body made them soften their heels again. At this time, they didn't even have the courage to look at Xuanming.

Yin Jiao naturally knows their changes. Originally, he was a little annoyed when he lost to Xuanming. At this time, when he saw them, his anger was even more soaring. He looked at Xuanming's eyes slightly because of the strong light. At this time, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a strong murderous intention appeared again. He raised his hand to make a mark again and shouted, "Thick soil!"

"Thick soil!!"

Yin Jiao's voice fell, and dozens of Qingyi religious people also began to shout together. Summoned by the master, the flying sword competed and trembled desperately. The sword light shot everywhere. The ice attached to the flying sword could not stand the force and could only crackle down like rain.

Then, the original silver bright color of the flying sword suddenly changed and became yellow-brown, and then a pile of earthy mountains emerged from the array and rushed to Xuanming, with the momentum of burying Xuanming alive.

However, Xuanming smiled brightly and mockedly at the oncoming mud mountain. Then he remained motionless and let large piles of soil bury him until the yellow-brown soil piled up on him to form a high mountain.

Seeing this, Yin Jiao also smiled proudly and crazily. He pointed to the silent mountain in front of him, looked at the chaotic bell that was still floating in the air, but no longer glowed, and smiled proudly, "Xuan Ming, aren't you very powerful? Aren't you afraid of fire? What about now? If you are not afraid of fire, I will give you some soil and bury you alive! Hahaha!!"

He laughed proudly, and then looked at the chaotic clock, with a touch of greed and light in his eyes. As he walked to the chaotic clock, he smiled sarcastically at Xuan Ming and said, "You don't deserve the chaotic clock at all. This chaotic clock should be mine, mine!! Hahaha!!"

"Real?" In the mountains, a gloomy sarcastic laughter suddenly emerged, which made Yin Jiao's footsteps stagnate. Before he could react, he shouted again and said, "Go!"

As soon as the word "go" fell, Yin Jiao only felt that the mountain, which had no sign of life, suddenly burst out a powerful spiritual power, suddenly exploded and rushed to himself. His face turned white, but he had no time to think about anything and couldn't help retreating. However, the spiritual power with the power of destruction made him unavoidable. No matter where he retreated, the powerful destructive power always followed him and made him unavoidable.

When he saw what the powerful thing forced him to hide was, his face turned pale in an instant.

That's a pile of yellow-brown mud.