Chapter 239 imprisoning the flame
With the exclamation of the crowd, the thin and dry body of Shouyin Zhenren burned with strange dark green flames and rushed to the disaster cloud in front of him, intending to cover the thunderflame under the disaster cloud. The dark green green bone fire burned all over the whole body of the silver man, burning his whole body vitality. After the body was damaged, the Sanxian was a hard and condensed body with the spirit and its own Zhenyuan. After several times of tempering, such a body was a little stronger than the body of the Mahayana monk, but it had no effect when it touched such a vicious flame. If it were other monks, the yuan god would have separated from the body to avoid the poisonous underworld fire, but the body of the silver real soul was condensed into one. Under such burning, even his soul mana burned together, which was extremely tragic.
The angry real person beside him looked miserable through the dark green flame. He had already seen the intention of this master's uncle. He was attached to it by this ancient poisonous fire. It was simply impossible to escape. If the real person who guarded the silver kept his mind and suppressed the flame on his body at this moment, with the strength of the seven disasters of scattered immortals, it was not impossible to suppress the flame. However, with such a delay, even the mountain treasure book will be destroyed under the thunder and fire. Therefore, this silver guard would rather let the green ghost fire burn the soul all over his body to stop the thunder flame desperately. As long as this treasure book is not lost, then Miaochengzong will have the hope of prosperity. Even if he can't get through the eighth disaster and disappears, he will seize this glimmer of hope for the sect.
The faces of the people who were blocked by the horrible flames changed greatly. They didn't expect that this seemingly obscene uncle was so strong. He would rather risk his own death to seize the hope of the Zongmen's Zhongxing and ask himself, how many people can do this? The longer you live, the more you cherish your feathers. What do you want from monks like you? Isn't it just an immortal and free world? With the accumulation of the cultivation of this real person guarding silver, there is nothing to be afraid of below the nine disasters. This unrivaled scattered immortal was also a legendary figure in those years. He got more adventures than everyone present in his life. Therefore, even if the body was damaged and turned to the cultivation of scattered immortals, the accumulated Zhenyuan was extremely strong, and the previous horrible disasters were relaxed. If there is no difference pool, it is enough to live more than 2,000 years to spend two heavenly disasters, accumulate vitality, in order to get through the ultimate disaster, and have to peep at the golden fairy fruit position.
However, at this moment, he gave up his hope of going through the disaster in exchange for the opportunity of Zongmen's rejuvenation. In the face of such a tragic scene, Mo Qiangfeng roared and rushed forward. He has been lonely and strong all his life. How can he watch his uncle suffer all the hardships and be indifferent? Even if it's all destroyed, it's better than standing here and staring. At that time, Wuyin also scolded angrily, intending to save the real person of Shouyin. The old and cunning boundless man hesitated and sacrificed a treasure tripod and rushed forward. Although I cherish feathers very much, how can I let go of such scenes?
Just when the three people saw and touched the horrible flame, a blue light of sword light more than a hundred feet stopped the three people, and the sword light shook them back. Fortunately, the Lishan Hall is extremely spacious, otherwise this powerful sword light will definitely make a hole in the hall.
"Brother, are you crazy?" Mo Congfeng, who was blocked by the Qingyuan sword formula, looked surprised. The two tiger eyes were full of unbelievable colors and stared at the angry real person. He never thought that it was his brother who stopped him at this critical moment. Could it be that he would watch the flame burn his uncle alive?
The light flashed in the boundless eyes behind Mo Congfeng, put a hand on Mo Congfeng's shoulder, appeased him who was eager to try, and his face was full of thought. Don't disturb your uncle!" Wu Nuzhen turned his face gloomyly and looked at the fireman in the flames, and his heart was full of helplessness. This blue bone fire is extremely poisonous. The eroded soul tarp bone can't burn anything. Even if it touches a star, it is difficult to escape. It is really one of the strange fires that are difficult to deal with. He didn't want to rush forward like his younger brother, and he didn't want to watch his uncle fall so helplessly, but he had no choice. This was his own choice.
If the few brothers behind him fall here, Miaocheng Zong can't say Zhongxing. Maybe it will be overturned immediately. Without the suppression of the heads of these peaks, won't those eager clans go back to the sky? Even with the suppression of the back mountains, it is difficult to resist. The iron-blue-faced angry real man looked at the figure in the dark green yin test flame, and almost broke the teeth in his mouth. This is really calculating and a good method. In order to prevent the mountain scripture from falling into the hands of outsiders, all means were used.
"The skill of Xiao Sijiu Xumi is really a good way..." The words like jumping beans flew out of the teeth of the angry real person and fell to the ground with a sound. Obviously, they were extremely angry. If it hadn't been for the fact that Uncle Zu was afraid of the resentment in the prohibition of the treasure book to escape, he would have left a handle for Tianzong, laid out this five-eed split boundary array, and blocked the space here. I'm afraid that the elders in the back mountain would have known it for a long time and helped him. However, at this moment, I can only watch my uncle struggle in the vicious flame and helpless. Only the boundless man beside him uses his own magic weapon to slightly absorb some wisps of blue bone fire, trying to weaken the power of the poisonous fire, but compared with this raging flame, it is just a cup of water.
Seeing that it is difficult for his own tripod to absorb so many flames, Wu Yizi couldn't help sighing in his heart. If he had known why he had to persistently refine this gluttony tripod, to connect it with his own heart and slowly improve the quality, and let his brother Mo Zhenfeng refine a magic elixir stove for himself, although not It can be used at will like this gluttony tripod, but at least it will not be helpless at the moment.
At that time, a bunch of people looked at the terrible flame in front of them with a helpless face. No one noticed that a figure in the corner of the hall shook his head and occupied it. The strong wind just now was really powerful, and even Gan Ping, who had already been in the state of liquidization, couldn't stand it. If it hadn't been for the strong muscles and bones, other disciples would have been broken. Shaking his dizzy head, Gan Ping was attracted by the raging fire in front of him. Looking at the ugly expressions of the teachers and the thin figure in the flame, Gan Ping immediately understood.
There was no time to think about it. He turned his hand and slapped him on the forehead. A light flashed from the top of his head. The big Xumi spiritual light flew out and flew straight to the Qingming bone fire in front of him. Gan Ping had already recognized the vicious flame, but since this spiritual light can even suppress such a strange fire as silence, he thought about the Qingming bone fire. Not to say. Perhaps this is called one thing and one thing. The green underworld bone fire is extremely poisonous. Even the master of Mo Lianfeng's level did not dare to come forward. However, as soon as this big beard came out, the time was a little dark.
The angry real person looked at the strange oil lamp rotating above the hall in surprise. The blue light was constantly falling from the leaf-shaped lampstand above. The Qingming Bone, which was shrouded in the light, dimmed the time, and finally slowly contracted, with the control of Ganping. The rotation of the spiritual light cup shrank into a ball. It peeled off from the body of Shouyin Zhenren, turned into a dark flame the size of a finger, and slowly floated to the oil lamp in mid-air.
Everyone stared at everything in front of them, and their eyes were straight. What kind of treasure is this? Even the vicious flame that is difficult to touch under the Mahayana gold body is easily collected, which is really too shocking. The firelight dissipated, revealing the thin and dry silver guard inside. After the flame burning, the long gown that had been stained with greasy for many years had changed, revealing the original silvery texture, and a mysterious pattern behind it flashed on it. This made Gan Ping stagger and almost splashed the green ghost bone fire that had been collected again.
Is my uncle really a scattered immortal? The robe on his body was obviously a unique magic weapon. Unexpectedly, it was so bad that it was difficult for Gan Ping to connect the silver shining vestment in front of him with the previous carpet. The green underworld bone fire dissipated, and the real man Shouyin was immediately refreshed, and he didn't care about investigating why the lazy flame suddenly dissipated. A small jade sword flashed in the palm of the real man Shouyin and cut off the disaster cloud on the treasure book.
Mo Zhenfeng beside him was dazzled by the treasure, and it turned out to be a unique treasure. It seems that this silver guard is worthy of being a scattered immortal. He is so rich that any magic weapon is a unique magic weapon. At this time, Shouyin Zhenren was already slightly jealous. On this treasure book, the skill of Xiao Sijiu Xumi was performed, and even a small piece of disaster cloud was sealed in it. He didn't know how Tianzong did it. Could it be that Tianzong also had a Sanxian with similar strength?