Buzz!

It looks like thunder falling from the sky, its color is magnificent, illuminating the night sky, its light is extremely fierce, and it robs the light of the sea of ​​fire.

The arrow fell and the wind blew, like the sudden drop in the middle of winter. The rain, fog and water vapor burned by the fire instantly condensed by the cold, turning into rolling wind and snow, suppressing the sea of ​​fire.

In an instant, the night sky was bright, the dark clouds dispersed, and the raging fire seemed to have been blown out for a moment.

The terrifying waves spread, sweeping through heavy snow, as if they were about to freeze the burning city.

The power of an arrow made everyone present move and shocked.

"The Four Elephant Arrow of Heaven's Will?"

The dizzy monk was about to die and his expression was shocked. He had never seen such an arrow, but in this arrow, he smelled the extremely strong will of martial arts.

And the expressions of the people behind him changed.

Accompanied by the eagle cry and arrows, the despairing expressions of the people behind him instantly turned into excitement after the disaster.

"The warriors in later generations are so powerful?"

The monk's expression moved.

He was born in the chaotic times of the late Tang Dynasty. At that time, the vassal states were divided and the devil was rampant, but martial arts were not prosperous. He never saw the legendary martial saint in his life.

Seeing the power of this arrow, I was shocked immediately, and I felt that I was probably underestimating the Martial Saint.

This arrow was almost like a magical power, and its power was so powerful that even he could not help but feel great fear.

It has nothing to do with enemies, it is purely an instinctive awe of creatures for the power that can threaten their own existence.

Boom!

First, an arrow fell into the sea of ​​fire, and then endless bursts of energy came. In an instant, the huge city was covered by thunder.

Even Yan Longxing, who was in the sea of ​​fire, was shocked by the dangerous battle against the Taoist ghost.

Saw!

The sword light was like a tide to isolate the sea of ​​fire. The red-colored Yan Longxing struggled to force the ghost to retreat. He suddenly raised his head and saw a golden light coming, and a goshawk spread his wings and sings in the night sky.

A figure fell across the sky and fell into the sea of ​​fire like a meteor.

Rumble!

The surging waves and blood qi rolled in all directions, blowing the smoke and dust and ashes scattered. Their momentum was as powerful as a sacred mountain moving towards it!

The arrow fell and the thunderous burst followed, like the nine heavenly thunder gods descending into the world. Their terrifying momentum made Yan Longxing's heart pound.

What made him even more incredible was that the invisible and invisible Taoist ghost in the sea of ​​fire was as frightened as a living person...

"Prince!"

"The four symbols of heavenly will come, the prince is here with his kiss!"

"Prince!"

...

Yan Longxing was furious, but the masters of the Demon Slaying Department and the Supervision Department were full of fears and excitement for surviving the disaster.

Many of them have never seen the legendary Northwest King, but this did not affect their respect.

Just like the New Army in the Northwest, the Demon-Slaying Department, the Supervision Department and even the many institutions in the Northwest Road all took the Northwest Good Family Son first.

In other words, the more than 20 years of growth of these young masters was the twenty years when Yang Yu became famous all over the world, from a small soldier in the border town to the King of Northwest, the best in the world!

boom!

As the waves of air spread, Yang Yu slowly raised his eyes and swept the crowd of people in the sea of ​​fire, as well as the Taoist ghost who was invisible and invisible, constantly changing positions with the birth and death of fire.

Behind him, Jiang Xiaobai and Wang Liu were covered in dust, excited and nervous, and in awe.

At this moment, they are at the center of the sea of ​​fire, but at this moment, within twenty feet of the radius of twenty feet centered on their prince, there is no flame that can be flammable.

Wherever his blood and energy that had not been completely restrained and as vast as the vast ocean, the terrifying flame that could burn the black iron was extinguishing and cooling!

However, where his arrow fell, the ghost in the fire rose from another flame, as if it was not damaged at all...

This fire...

"Wang Er and others are so embarrassed when they are wearing cow heads and horse-faced stairs. They face a few little ghosts..."

With his eyes withdrawn, Yang Yu shook his head slightly.

The Northwest Sansi was created by him and he devoted some effort. The elites in it not only taught the best martial arts, but also used the secrets to change the fate of the world. Everyone can be said to be gifted.

At this moment, led by Wang Liu and Jiang Xiaobai, dozens of people gathered here. With the help of the Niu-Tao and Horse-Faced Magical Power, even if you cannot take down a few Taoist ghosts, you should be able to move forward and retreat freely.

The cow head and horse face are soul-catching messengers and ghost heads. Any ghost monster will be shorter before, even if it is a Taoist ghost, it will be no exception.

This loss is really ugly...

"Prince..."

Wang Liu and Jiang Xiaobai immediately blushed, and he couldn't speak.

"Forget it."

At this moment, Yang Yu was not interested in holding him accountable. As soon as he finished speaking, people had already passed by and fell in front of the monk.

Wherever they passed, the flames were extinguished, and Wang and Liu hurriedly followed, because as Yang Yu left, the extinguished flames ignited again.

"roar!"

As Yang Yu left, shrill ghost howls came out from the sea of ​​fire. Eight invisible and invisible evil ghosts, accompanied by the sky of fire, rushed towards Yan Longxing again.

The latter almost bit his teeth, but he had to bite the bullet and fight hard.

"you……"

Looking at the young swordsman who was stepping through the flames, the monk's expression was moved, but before he could speak, the people behind him had already grabbed the front and saluted them with excitement and shame.

"Prince, my subordinates are incompetent..."

Huh ~

Before the turbulent blood had subsided, Yang Yu stopped in front of the temple and waved his hand casually to everyone to serve him, his eyes falling on the old monk in ragged clothes:

"The Episodes Monk?"

He came late and was separated by a illusion. He did not hear the conversations of several people before, but he experienced a lot of illusion. After a change of thought, he had already guessed the rough idea.

He has always been respectful to such a person.

"Amitabha."

The old monk put his hands together and stopped falling down. He stood up and bowed for a while, with awe and regret in his eyes:

"It turned out that it was Kuixing who was in front of him. The monk was polite and polite..."

“The master is polite.”

Yang Yu returned the gift, but did not exchange too much greetings:

"Master, this fire arises because of you, and it is your duty to come to put out the fire."

In the abandoned city, the fire rose again.

This is the fire of magical powers, which can be destroyed by extraordinary laws. Under that arrow, he already knew that if he wanted to destroy this fire, he would still have to fall at the source.

"What the donor said is true. This fire arose because of the monk, and it should be destroyed by the monk. However, this fire can only be destroyed once. If the monk cannot destroy the eight demons, it will inevitably lead to a disaster in the future..."

The old monk sighed slightly:

"The donor came from the outside world, and I think it can be seen that the illusion here has a tendency to overlap with the outside world..."

He really has a way to put out fire...

Hearing this, the people who were almost burned to death couldn't help but feel angry, but Yang Yu was in front of him, so he had to wait.

"It seems that the master cannot trust Yang."

Yu Yang could hear the meaning.

"No monks believe that they are not trusted by the donor. It is because these eight demons have some characteristics of Taoist fruit. Even if they have superb martial arts, they will be difficult to completely kill..."

The old monk was very calm:

"As the donor becomes the Martial Saint, he will have no hope. He has the Kuixing rank, but he has not become Kuixing in the end. Monk I..."

"That's what's the saying again..."

He raised his hand and interrupted the epileptic monk's words. Yang Yu looked cold and solemn:

"What if Yang insists on you put out the fire?"

"Amitabha……"

The invisible energy collided before the temple, and ripples appeared in the void, and the chill that rose in an instant made everyone feel creepy.

Jiang Xiazi, who was hiding beside him, couldn't help but jump. This person's aura was much stronger than a few years ago...

"The capital of the great emperor, the capital of the great emperor!"

Feeling the biting chill, Jiang Xiazi's heart thumped and he couldn't help but speak:

"King Yang, I want to destroy this fire, but I have some solutions!"

Um?!

When he spoke, the Demon-Slaying Si and others were shocked, and the epileptic monk couldn't help but turn around in surprise.

But when the Taoist, who had a slightly gloomy face, slapped the ashes on his body, stood up calmly, without saying a word:

"The reason why this fire is inflamed and cannot be extinguished is that Buddhas and demons are intertwined, and the two fires of magical powers are burning each other,

But its root is the Buddha fire that was sacrificed when the Arhat died. The easiest way to extinguish this fire is..."

Facing Yang Yu's eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate everything, Jiang Xiazi's heart beat like thunder and felt great danger.

But he still gritted his teeth and said the second half:

"Kill the Arhat!"

"Kill the Arhat."

Yu Yang refused to comment, just looked at the epileptic monk.

"This donor is very knowledgeable..."

The monk nodded:

"Yes, the root of this fire lies in the monk. If the monk dies, this fire will be extinguished, but once this fire is extinguished, the eight demons will be escaped..."

boom!

While the few people were talking, a shocking roar broke out from the sea of ​​fire, and a divine edge penetrated through the sea of ​​fire, leaving deep traces in the ruins.

"There is no trustworthy under the Yushan Gate!"

In the midst of the air, Yan Longxing was covered in blood, and was shocked and angry in the embarrassment. He seemed to have heard the conversation between several people:

"Jiang Xiazi, since you know the method of extinguishing fire, how dare you hide it from me?"

Yan Longxing was almost vomiting blood when he heard the conversation of several people. He was always afraid of Jiang Xiazi, but he didn't expect that he would be put on one.

At this moment, he was extremely angry, but he couldn't get rid of himself. Even though the magic sword and magic weapon were sharp, he could not completely defeat these eight Taoist ghosts.

Instead, it was attacked by flames, and all the limbs were hot. For a moment, it would completely spontaneously burn without others taking action...

But his roar naturally did not attract anyone's attention.

"These eight demons are invisible and invisible, and they are almost invincible. If they escape..."

"The master was worried that Yang could not capture these eight demons and escape from the trap, and even poisoned the world..."

The sentence was interrupted again, but the epileptic monk was not annoyed and nodded slightly. Just as he was about to speak, Yang Yu had already turned around and stepped on his feet.

boom!

As soon as he stepped on his feet, a huge roar exploded, and the huge square seemed to be flipped over.

After the roar, the qi and blood, which were as surging as the ocean, had already risen up with Yang Yu's foot in the sky.

"That master, why not take a look..."

Buzz!

As the words echoed, Yang Yu's figure disappeared from everyone's sight, and only a golden light could be seen penetrated the sea of ​​fire.

"roar!"

It seemed that he had noticed the threat, and the roars that were not like human voices turned into a sea of ​​fire came from the city,

The fire, which was already extremely fierce, suddenly surged several times.

boom!

Caught off guard, Yan Longxing heard a "click" sound, and the protective magic weapon was burned through the flames!

"not good!"

Yan Longxing's eyes were so angry that he was emitting a fierce light, but he was caught on fire without even dodging.

Accompanied by the fierce wail, it instantly turned into a ball of fire.

"Jiang Xiazi!"

The extremely shrill wailing was drowned in an instant by the sound of the bursting of fire.

As if he had noticed the danger, eight ghost shadows wandering in the sea of ​​fire appeared and roared wildly in the fire.

"careful!"

Even the monk did not notice the sudden rise of Yang Yu. He immediately took a step forward, split his hands together, and used a palm fan and a wine gourd as a guide to cause a storm to suppress the fire.

At the same time, he let out a thunderous shout to remind Yang Yu:

"The supernatural powers of these eight demons are..."

The epileptic monk's reaction was extremely fast, but it was still a moment slower than the riot in the sea of ​​fire.

Boom!

Accompanied by the explosion like falling thunder, Yang Yu opened and closed his fists, and the extremely surging qi and blood mixed with true qi urged the celestial fist to launch.

Compared with the great master, the amount of true energy and true energy is only a trivial point. The Martial Saint is really beyond the limit and the foundation for overcoming the master of magical powers is the will of the Martial Saint.

The will of the Martial Saint is also called the essence of the boxing intention!

From virtualization to reality!

The essence of boxing can break through the illusion and come to the world, and bless it with martial arts, so that you can truly have the ability to compete with Taoist arts and supernatural powers.

At this moment, Yang Yu's will blessed, and the blood and energy turned into a cold current and scattered under the opening and closing of the Heavenly Fist.

It can be seen from the naked eye that a large area of ​​fire was frozen and extinguished.

Although the flame rose again in just a few moments, Yang Yu only needed these few moments.

boom!

Take one step forward, cross half of the city, and suppress the sea of ​​fire!

At this moment, the warning of the epileptic monk had just arrived, but it stopped suddenly. This living Buddha on earth, who had been more than a thousand years ago, could not help but feel shocked when he saw this scene.

"Luck? It's wrong, it's fate! Fate fluctuations, Kuixing's magical powers?!"

In an instant, the epileptic monk seemed a little dazed.

His expression moved. He looked away at him, but he saw that in the deserted city, a large area of ​​white air was rolling and spreading as the collision of wind and frost and flames.

In the white air, a phantom came out of the illusion under an indescribable and unknown aura!

At first, it was only three feet tall, like a human and a monkey, but in an instant, it expanded violently under the interweaving of seven purple streamers!

In an instant, it turned into a height of ten feet two feet, barefoot, red robe, holding a sword in his palm, and a shadow of ghosts and gods hanging on his waist!

"Kuixing?!"

A look of surprise flashed by, and the monk was stunned:

"You have already achieved the position of Kuixing?! No, you, you are..."

roar!

The moment the shadow of ghosts and gods appeared, the sea of ​​fire seemed to be greatly frightened, and suddenly stopped.

The eight ghosts passing through the fire seemed to see the most terrifying existence of time, and stayed in place.

"This is……"

In the hurricane and fire, Yang Yu leaned forward, and in the clouds and mist, the shadow of Kuixing with barefoot hair also leaned forward,

The power of the gods was thriving, and the huge foot stepped down:
Chapter completed!