Looking from a distance, Gu Qing at this time was like a god controlling water and fire, which shocked Wu Chi. He did not expect that this guy who only had the second level of soul refining had such a powerful method, let alone that this guy had
Two kinds of immortality. He murmured: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. Could it be that he has other powerful magical weapons on his body?" At this point, the greed in his eyes replaced the fear.
Hanyan Dragon saw Gu Qing, who was like the god of water and fire, and his huge body stagnated. Then he roared angrily, and no longer worried about Hanyan's weakness, he opened his dragon's mouth and sprayed it out.
The cold flames came out, and the water waves stirred. The void trembled faintly, and the cold breath came straight down.
The defensive cover composed of red jade swords kept making shattering sounds, and cracks appeared one after another, densely covered like turtle cracks.
Gu Qing suddenly raised his head, his black eyes now filled with blue water on the left and flames on the right.
His body was shaking violently, his face was pale, and he looked extremely weak.
He took a deep breath, stared at the cold flames that appeared again, roared angrily, and said: "Fen Fist, destroy it!"
A word shouted out, like the sound of Jiuyou, made the world and the earth change color in shock, and the water ripples seemed to pause slightly.
The raised hands approached quickly, and in half a breath, the two index fingers collided with each other.
The repulsive sound of water and fire resounding, and white smoke appeared and swept straight into the void.
In the void, half a foot away from the index fingers of both hands, a giant fist of white smoke condensed.
I saw that this white smoke fist seemed to be more solid than the one Gu Qing made by mistake the first time.
The breath of destruction spread out, knocking back the water waves falling in the void.
The wind rises and the situation changes.
The Hanyan Dragon in the void was stunned, its eyes filled with fear. Even the dragon's body forgot to swing, and instead curled up automatically.
Wu Chi in the distance was shocked and shouted secretly. For some reason, he remembered the destruction in the forest of fire. Without any hesitation, he turned around and ran away.
boom,
At this moment, a loud noise spread across the pond.
The sound shocked the heaven and earth, and the surrounding areas were shaken.
I saw the white smoke fist in the void rising into the sky with a loud rumbling sound.
As soon as it rushed out a few feet, it exploded with a bang.
Hanyan Dragon had no time to react, and the entire dragon body was shrouded in white smoke, and then fell down with a bang.
Cracks appeared on the dragon's body, and red blood flowed out. The arrogant creature was severely injured by this blow and fell into a coma.
The ponds are shattered and the grasslands are burned.
Wu Chi, who was running, only felt a destructive force coming from behind him, and then fell to the ground, unconscious.
Looking at the Hanyan Dragon that collapsed suddenly, Gu Qing felt a little relieved.
His body was trembling violently, and his eyelids were heavy. The everlasting blue-red light shield in the lower dantian was also trembling slightly at this time, and the law of fire protected within it was beating violently, as if it was about to break out of the lower dantian.
Only the golden ants were still turning slowly, emitting streams of warm aura, nourishing the severely injured body.
The storm of destruction rages, turning green grass into ashes and killing all living things.
The pond where Fang Hanyan Dragon lived has long since disappeared, and the water mist all over the sky has disappeared, leaving only a huge pit.
I saw that this huge pit was a mile wide and five feet deep. The strong aura of destruction was centered on the huge pit and was spreading to all sides.
In a matter of seconds, half of the entire vast grassland was destroyed.
The powerful force generated by the Burning Fist did not stop, but continued to spread slowly. When it extended for several feet again, it finally dissipated.
The body of Hanyan Dragon was broken and lying quietly in the huge pit.
Blood flowed from the dragon's body, and the smell of blood filled the air.
The aura of destruction lingered in the giant pit, like a natural enemy of blood, swallowing up the blood flowing from the dragon's body.
Cold flames floated in the remaining dragon body, faintly visible. A cold breath spread out, dispersing the destructive breath in the giant pit.
Gu Qing was lying flat on the edge of the huge pit. Although his face was pale, his breath was unusually balanced.
The red robe was already in pieces, revealing his strong skin.
Although his robe was in pieces, his body was not broken and bleeding like the Han Yan Dragon.
The breeze blew and caressed the grassland.
For a time, grass ashes flew in all directions and filled the sky.
There was no light in the sky, and it became darker and darker. Dark clouds gathered on the sky, covering the land of destruction in a matter of seconds.
Rumble,
Thunder broke out and huge raindrops fell from the sky.
The grass ash gradually dispersed, and the moist smell filled the air.
Drops of raindrops fell on Gu Qing's body, and the broken red robe turned into red mud, flowing down the body to the ground, and finally flowed into the huge pit in front of him.
The golden ants were slowly turning in the lower Dantian, and the warm breath spread, constantly nourishing Gu Qing's injured body.
On the side of the grassland that has not been destroyed, the sun is still bright in the sky and is slowly falling towards the west.
Time passed little by little, and the heavy rain continued. When the bright sun on the other side finally fell, the rain on the destroyed side of the sky began to lighten up.
Suddenly, Gu Qing's fingers moved slightly.
The red jade sword lying quietly beside him seemed to sense his breath, and it made a low sword sound, and weak flame breath spread out from the sword body.
The flame started and burned slowly.
The weak law of fire sealed on the sword body flickered, strengthening the emanating flames.
The flame burned, as if it possessed spirituality, and headed towards Gu Qing's slightly moving fingers.
call,
With a soft sound, Gu Qing's fingertips ignited with flames.
The flame ignited and instantly filled the entire right side of the body.
Gu Qing suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.
The rainwater flowed down his body, and his red robe was covered with red soil, flowing down his body.
With his naked body, he put away the flames on his body with a thought in his soul. With a wave of his hand, he took out a red robe from the spirit gourd and put it on.
The rain stopped. A dim gray moon hung in the sky, and rays of silver light tried hard to penetrate the gray sky and illuminate the huge crater.
Gu Qing waved his hand and put the red jade sword into the spiritual gourd. He looked up and looked around in the faint moonlight.
Raindrops were everywhere that hit his eyes, and the original grassland had long since disappeared. He murmured: "As the soul becomes stronger, the power of this burning fist will also increase." At this point, he lowered his head and looked at the huge pit in front of him.
I saw that the aura of destruction was no longer in the giant pit. Rain had already accumulated in it, and it looked like a pool at a glance. The Hanyan Dragon lay across the water, with blood seeping out of its broken body, and the pool of water was already there.
dyed blood red.
The looming cold flames circulated on the dragon's body, seeming to be repairing its injured body.
A powerful soul aura condenses on the dragon's head, firmly protecting the dragon's body from destruction and its soul from destruction.
Gu Qing's eyes were like cold stars, and he turned his head to look into the distance. In the hazy place, where the green grass was burnt, there seemed to be a man lying there.
There was no need to guess, he knew that the man must be the one who had been hiding in the grass. Although he didn't know what the purpose of this man was, let alone whether he was an enemy or a friend, he had no intention of going there at this time.
Take care of this person.
He withdrew his distant gaze, looked at the Hanyan Dragon in the pit, and said with a smile: "Don't you want to devour me? Today, I will devour you." After saying that, he was about to jump down.
As soon as he took a step forward, a troublesome problem arose for him.
I saw that although a lot of rain had accumulated in this pit, it was still four feet deep. It was quite difficult for Gu Qing's cultivation to jump down from such a deep pit.
Looking at the deep pit with rippling water, I felt embarrassed for a moment. There were thousands of thoughts in my mind, and I tried hard to think of possible solutions.
Unknowingly, he remembered the old man driving the magic sword when he was chasing him, and murmured: "If I had that kind of magic sword in my hand, and could control it, I could travel between heaven and earth. For this mere deep pit,
Of course it's no problem." When he said this, he frowned slightly and said: "Although the treasure scroll records the cultivation methods of such magic swords, the materials are complicated and extremely difficult to find. What's more, to possess it
A magic sword that can fly must master the law of wind."
Thinking of this, I could only sigh lowly, with an expression on my face, and continued after a while: "Now that I only have the law of water and fire in my body, I cannot fuse it, and I can only practice the law of fire. As for the water emitted by the golden ants,
The law of wind cannot be cultivated at all. This law of wind is even more unheard of, so how can it be obtained."
The breeze blew, gently blowing his long hair, and even slowly blowing up the red robe.
Her long hair is flowing and her red robe is fluttering.
Gu Qing reached out and shook the hem of his red robe that was blown by the wind. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind.
He lowered his head and looked at the red robe moving in the wind, then raised his head and laughed.
With a wave of one hand, he took out the spirit gourd given by Huo Yu'er. With a thought in his soul, he took out the remaining red robe from the gourd.
As soon as the red robe came out, it was everywhere on the floor.
Looking at the red robes all over the ground, Gu Qing laughed.
After laughing, he slowly squatted down, picked up a red robe, and pulled hard with both hands.
Although the force was great, the red robe was not moved at all.
Although this discovery was expected, he was still very excited. He smiled and waved his hands.
Pieces of red robes were picked up from the ground and then connected to each other.
In a moment, a long rope composed of several red robes stretched on the ground.
When the last red robe was tied up, Gu Qing waved his red jade sword and threw it towards the ground.
The sword rang out, and the sword body made of rock slammed into the ground, leaving only the stone handle lying across the edge of the pit.
Tie one end of the red robe firmly to the hilt of the sword and throw the connected long robe into the pit.
Gu Qing patted the wet soil on his hands, moved his body, grabbed the hilt of the red jade sword, and slid it down the red robe.
Although it has been eroded by rain, the soil around the pit is extremely hard.
As he went further down, Gu Qing was surprised to find that the soil at the bottom of the pit was harder.
I didn't understand the reason for a while, so I didn't think much about it.
When approaching the water, hold your robe with both hands, bend your legs at the edge of the pit, and then exert force.
Huh, the red shadow flashed past, standing firmly on the Hanyan Dragon.
The water rippled, and the dragon's body sank slightly downward before it stabilized.
Gu Qing looked at the Hanyan Dragon at his feet and felt a cold breath coming from his feet, straight into his heart and lungs.
I was shocked, and I couldn't help but admire the power of this dragon. I sat cross-legged on the dragon's body, twisted the magic formula with my hands, and urged my soul to condense into the elixir.