"Humph, what are you doing here? Are you here to return the Taoist scriptures?" The strong figure's eyes were like daggers, staring at Ye Fan and Zhang Wenchang.
"You bastard, you killed Pangbo!"
"I am Pangbo now, I am fine now." A terrible aura emanated.
At this time, Pang Bo was like a wild beast from ancient times, and his sense of oppression was too strong.
"Let's kill him together!"
Ye Fan shot a golden sword from the center of his eyebrows. Zhang Wenchang also shot a golden sword from the center of his eyebrows. The big black dog had a crack on his forehead, a third vertical eye appeared, and a black god shot out.
Light.
Two gold and one black, three divine swords pointed at the man and slashed him over.
King Qinglian sat cross-legged on the altar, motionless. A divine light flashed from between his brows and shot out, striking the golden sword and black light.
Just like the collision of two iron hammers, it is obviously a spiritual attack, but it is like a collision of divine weapons.
The brilliance is bright, and the sparks are flying everywhere, making a tinkling sound.
"Impossible, he is as strong as a dragon, how could he look like he is about to live long?" The big black dog was furious, feeling that he had been cheated.
"You came here to die. If I kill you, your death will be in vain." King Qinglian's eyes are like daggers, his black hair is dancing wildly, and his whole body is shining with precious light.
"Monster, get out of Pang Bo's body!" Zhang Wenchang shouted.
Ye Fan acted as if he was risking his life, and punched out all his consciousness. A golden sun rushed out from between his eyebrows and rushed towards the altar.
King Qinglian glanced at the center of his eyebrows, and a crescent moon flew out. It was so bright that it shook the void and disappeared into the sun.
Ye Fan's face turned pale and his body was trembling. Although he was not injured, he felt uncomfortable. His consciousness was at a disadvantage and he struggled to hold on.
A long black knife shot out of the big black dog's eyes, the black light shot into the sky, and he took the opportunity to strike at the Qinglian King.
The center of Qinglian King's eyebrows also shot out a crescent moon, shining with silver light and indestructible, fighting together with the black long knife.
Every collision made the big black dog tremble and roar loudly. It was obvious that he was at a disadvantage, and suffered a small loss with every collision.
Zhang Wenchang did not release his spiritual consciousness. He saw the opportunity and directly sacrificed the Lihuo Divine Furnace.
The stove was as translucent as crystal, turning into a dazzling colorful light and rushing out.
He quickly grew in size, flashing with colorful divine light. In the blink of an eye, he became as big as a small mountain and pressed towards that figure.
King Qinglian snorted coldly, suddenly stretched out a big hand, slapped the Lihuo Divine Furnace flat with a bang, and flew it away.
Zhang Wenchang controlled the Lihuo God Furnace to fly back and pressed down on the top of Qinglian King's head again.
He activated the Lihuo God Furnace, and the bright furnace cover made a clanging sound. After it was opened, the red flames like magma flowed out like a tide, rushing towards the altar, and the flames were overwhelming.
This is the flame controlled by Zhang Wenchang with the secret method of Hengyu Sutra. If an ordinary practitioner of the Four Extremes Secret Realm is contaminated even a little bit, he will be burned to death.
At this time, Zhang Wenchang didn't care about Pang Bo's body. He released flames to burn, consuming the Qinglian King's divine power and consciousness.
I saw a piercing divine light coming from King Qinglian's eyes, two silver dragons flew out from his eyes, and I heard him shout: The Demon Emperor's Nine Cuts will destroy the form!
Wherever these two silver dragons passed, the void seemed to collapse, and large areas of red flames like magma were extinguished.
This is the supreme secret technique created by Qing Emperor. Zhang Wenchang also knows this trick, but he does not have the skills to do it. After all, this old monster once practiced to the realm of great power, and his research in this area is much higher than Zhang Wenchang.
Zhang Wenchang didn't stop, he continued to make handprints one by one.
The Lihuo God Furnace shook violently, became gleaming with golden light, and reached a height of hundreds of meters, with flames soaring into the sky.
Rumble.
The stove returned to its original shape, and it emitted a sound like a tsunami, making the ears of everyone present ringing.
At this time, its cover shimmered with brilliance and became as transparent as colorful glass, and the blazing fire inside became more intense.
With a click, the five-colored divine light flashed, and the stove lid opened again, and a blazing fire immediately swept towards the Qinglian King.
This terrifying temperature caused the rivers and waterfalls in this small world to evaporate cleanly in an instant, causing the mist to form into a tornado that swept across all directions.
There is an eerie scorching heat that makes people feel as if they are about to burn.
The furnace is like a mountain, burning human souls and bones, refining human flesh and blood, and burning everything.
The altar under King Qinglian exploded with a bang and disappeared into ashes. He could only sit cross-legged in the void.
The Qinglian King suddenly sat cross-legged and flew up, as fast as lightning, rushing towards the Lihuo Divine Furnace, and suddenly slapped it with a big hand.
Dangdangdang.
The terrifying big handprint hit the Lihuo God's furnace, and the sound it made was like being cut by a sharp sword, hurting people's ears.
Invisible sound waves emitted, which was shocking. Fortunately, Zhang Wenchang, Ye Fan and the big black dog were not mortal. Although their ears hurt, they were not injured.
This unparalleled sound-killing technique is ineffective against two people and one dog.
King Qinglian was also a little frightened. The handprints he took were also the secret techniques in the Qinglian Sutra. No one knew better than him how terrifying these handprints were. However, at this time, he had to be surprised. This was like plasticine.
No matter how hard I hit the stove, it didn’t break.
The flames were like waterfalls, falling from the furnace and sweeping towards the Qinglian King. The red divine light dyed this small world red.
At this time, the clothes on King Qinglian had begun to spontaneously ignite without fire, and were turned into ashes under the terrifying flame attack.
Zhang Wenchang looked at the naked King Qinglian. Although he knew that he was Pang Bo's body, he still felt it was eye-catching.
The terrifying flames burned all the hair on his body clean, and it was really eye-catching to see a big naked bird swinging around.
The endless fire is boiling, and the whole small world is a raging flame.
The young king rushed over, waving his green palms, beating the stove like a wheel.
The piercing sound resounded throughout this small world, and the stove was lit, and the fire was soaring into the sky, and the fire was radiating. The terrifying power showed how powerful Pang Bo's body was now.
Dangdangdang.
The green lotus blossoms under the feet of the Qinglian King were as fast as the wind and as fast as lightning. They slapped countless palms around the 100-meter-high furnace, making the furnace clank.
His big cyan slap made a loud sound, leaving deep palm prints one after another on it, and even the lines of his fingers were clearly imprinted on it.
But this furnace, no matter how he attacked or deformed after being beaten, he would not break it.
Even the palm prints on it disappeared soon after being exposed to the firelight.
