Facing Yan Ziyan's new fierce attack, the man in white smiled slightly, then suddenly raised his hand, and shot out several magic tricks, and flashed in a flash and disappeared into the surrounding void.

The next moment, in the yellow spiritual realm it released, a group of wheel-sized discs appeared, spinning continuously, constantly weakening the sound waves emitted by the purple-winged bat, but there were still layers of folds on the white-clothed robe with extremely high grade.

After a while, a "hiss" sound came, and countless tiny holes were broken on his robe, and the CDs finally began to collapse one after another.

At the same time, the palace ruins beside the white-clothed Langjun and behind him were trembling under the sound waves, and soon turned into powder, floating like smoke and dust, scattering everywhere.

Seeing this, Yan Ziyan felt a little happy in her eyes, and hurriedly muttered something, and quickly fiddled with the pipa in her hands.

The purple-winged bat's eyes flashed with fierce light, and its wings spread out suddenly, turning into a purple light, rushing towards the white-clothed man.

"Hmph, since you don't want to toast, don't blame me for being ruthless!" The white-clad man looked down at his clothes that were torn to pieces, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes and shouted.

After saying that, he turned his wrist and a flash of inspiration appeared in front of him, and a huge iron fan about six feet long appeared. It was engraved with circles of complex and unexplainable yellow runes, and strong aura of earth-attribute law came from it.

I saw him pinching the magic trick with one hand, and the iron fan in front of him immediately opened with a "clang" sound. On the huge fan, a yellow-haired beast with a roaring roar, leaping out of it as if it was resurrected. A huge mouth opened, and a tornado hurricane wrapped in rolling yellow sand flew out from it.

"Boom boom boom..."

A violent sound came, and the yellow salon swept past, directly smashing the purple-winged bat that had just rushed to the front to smash.

Yan Ziyan, holding a pipa, felt her whole body stagnant and could not avoid it. She was hit hard by the yellow salon and flew backwards, and hit the door of the "Liuhuo Palace" behind with a "bang" and fell in.

"Tsk tsk, you're heavy, don't ruin your face..." The white-clad man screamed "Ouch" and quickly put away the iron fan and rushed forward with a distressed heart.

But before he could arrive in front of the hall, a very slight and dense sound suddenly sounded in his ears, sounding like the sound of countless beetles flying at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Ziyan's scream came from the hall: "No! What is this..."

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure burst out from the hall, and flew into a hundred feet high, and then fell heavily, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Seeing this, the man in white was stunned at first, then his eyes were fixed on him, and he immediately took a breath of cold air.

I saw a large area of ​​dark red insects the size of rice grains, with red flames burning on their bodies, densely crawling with Yan Ziyan's body.

He rolled wildly on the ground with pain on his face, and kept making hoarse moans in his mouth. Under the burning of flames, a layer of light golden mist was shrouded in his body. His originally radiant cheeks began to grow fine lines at a speed visible to the naked eye, and white hair began to appear on his sideburns.

What exactly is this that seems to burn her essence?

You should know that although the cultivator of the Golden Immortal Realm still cannot avoid the arrival of the disaster, his life span is almost endless, and this strange little insect has such a despicable ability?

The white-clothed man's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he felt extremely shocked. When he turned around, he had to escape from here regardless of his fate.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

A huge figure fell from the sky, landing like an iron tower, and a layer of fiery red spiritual realm immediately enveloped the four fields and wrapped him in.

The man in white looked sideways and saw that the man had a strange appearance on his face, his head was full of fire, his nose was like a rhinoceros horn, and two huge golden rings were hung on his two pointed ears. His expression was cold and he seemed to have disdain in his eyes.

This fire-fast alien race is not someone else, it is Chi Rong.

After feeling the powerful aura that Chi Rong deliberately released, the white-clothed Lang Jun's heart suddenly became cold. He was a late Taiyi cultivator.

"A little golden immortal dares to get involved in the fire-year-old fireflies raised by his master. Let me see how long your life span is enough for it to burn?" Chi Rong sneered and said.

"What...what, is there such a thing?"

When the man in white heard the four words "fire year firefly" and couldn't help but froze. Then he suddenly remembered a rumor that had been circulating in the True Immortal Realm for a long time.

The legendary fireflies are a very strange spirit insect. Although they look similar to the fireflies in the ordinary world, they burn their bodies with flames of time containing the power of some strange law of time. When encountering flesh and blood, they can ignite their lifespan, so as to obtain energy to help them reproduce. Wherever they pass, they often disappear and are extremely fierce.

However, because its life span is very short, it is often only a month to live. If no creature is burned by it, it will not be able to reproduce continuously, and eventually it will be extinct, so it is not circulated in the world.

However, it is said that some monks who are proficient in the way of controlling insects can freeze them with time secret treasures or special restrictions for a long time, and then open the secret treasures or restrictions when needed to release them.

It is obvious that there was such a ban in the Liuhuo Palace. It was his fight with Yan Ziyan that broke the ban and released this thing.

The man in white was sweating coldly on his back. Just as he was thinking about how to get out, he saw the alien man turn his eyes and stare at him.

He knew something was wrong and did not dare to hesitate at all. He pinched the magic trick with both hands, and a yellow light lit up all over his body. A yellow vortex suddenly appeared under his feet. He swung in with one rotation and his figure disappeared.

However, after a few breaths, a yellow halo on the ground hundreds of feet away lit up again. The figure of the white-clothed Langjun was tightly pinched by a big hand that extended from the red spiritual realm and pulled out from the ground.

"Haha, since you are here, don't think about leaving." Chi Rong chuckled and raised his hand to press it hard on the ground.

The big hand of flame grabbed the white-clothed man and pressed him to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Chi Rong slowly took out a piccolo with dark red all over from his arms, with dark spots all over it, looking like an old fire blowing tube.

However, when Chi Rong pressed the hole on it and played the flute, a series of ancient and desolate sounds came out of it.

As the sound rang out, the "buzzing" sound in the Liuhuo Palace Hall became louder and louder. Thousands of fireflies were awakened from the frozen state, and they all flapped their wings and flew out, pounced towards the white-clothed man.

For a moment, the screams resounded through the sky again.

Chi Rong did not go to see the white-clad man and Yan Ziyan again, but walked towards the other side of the square.

There, a statue of an alien race that is still preserved intact and has no traces of damage on its body.

His hands and feet are as big as palm-leaf fans, his head is as bright as flames, his upper body is naked, and his skin is engraved with strange patterns.

"I am a disciple who is a good idea to come here to collect fireflies in the fire. Please don't blame me... Those who trespassed into my Fire Palace have been killed." Chi Rong walked to the statue, gave him a solemn greeting, and murmured.

...

More than ten days later.

In the sky above a certain forest in the ruins of the Zhenyan Gate, a blue figure was driving a jasper speed vehicle and flew past the sky. His face was pale and ordinary. It was Han Li, who changed his appearance and regarded himself as Li Jiangliu.

Over the years, he continued to move forward along the back of the huge pond. He only found some damaged relics along the way, and did not encounter any danger again, nor did he encounter any treasures again. He came here peacefully.

Above the speed, he looked into the distance, his brow suddenly frowned, and his magic trick changed, controlling the speed to land on the ground.

After landing, Han Li put away the speed vehicle and walked out along the path paved with bluestone in the forest. Soon after, he arrived at a huge suspended arch bridge.

The main body of the arch bridge is a wood-stone structure, more than 30 meters wide, with bluestone steps and flat lanes on it. There is a gray-white stone lion on each side of the bridge head, which is used as a spiritual object guarding the arch bridge.

Han Li walked up and raised his hand to stroke one of the stone lions that were much taller than him, confirming that it was just an ordinary guardian stone beast with no spiritual power fluctuations on his body.

His eyes slightly closed, and after hesitating for a moment, he slowly climbed the stone steps and walked towards the bridge step by step.

When he walked quickly to the center of the arch bridge, his steps suddenly stopped and he stopped moving forward.

Because the bridge deck broke here, and further forward there was a space crack that was thousands of feet long. It was pitch black inside without any light, and only strong space fluctuations continued to be heard.

In addition, the half-arch bridge seemed to be swallowed up by the cracks in this space.

In addition to this huge space crack, there are countless dense small cracks scattered around. Although it did not completely block Han Li's way, he did not dare to cross through it rashly.

Han Li's eyes slightly condensed, staring at the black space in the crack, but found that there was nothing inside and there was no sight at all. After a little longer observation, he even felt a sense of fear that he would be swallowed by it.

He slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at both sides of the bridge. He saw that the areas on both sides that stretched thousands of feet were almost the same as here. Whether it was towering ancient trees or pavilions, they were neatly cut off half.

They either stood tenaciously like this half of the arch bridge, or they had collapsed and became in ruins.
Chapter completed!