The confused black mist gathered in front of him and carved out the appearance of Han Yuan. Then Han Yuan looked at him and smiled softly: "Little brother, you are used to deceiving yourself, but now you are finally willing to tell the truth?"

The corners of Cheng Qian's eyes twitched slightly. Whether the Han Yuan in front of him was the demon who was hooked out by the black mist, he couldn't judge for a while, he only felt that his always impeccable state of mind had been severely pried open. Immediately, it seemed to collapse on the embankment of a thousand miles and collapsed out of control.

Han Yuan yīn stared at him, and said, "Little senior brother, you were not so hypocritical in the past, you never give a good face to anyone you hate, why don't you even dare to mention resentment now? What are you afraid of? Afraid that the senior brothers will have lumps in their hearts? Or are you afraid of appearing to be a little belly and sully your statement image?"

"Shut up," Cheng Qian interrupted him and said coldly, "What right do you have to ask me? Wasn't you the one who did it back then? Even if you were accidentally influenced by the painting soul, could it be that you have fallen into the devil's way all these years and sinned into the sky? It's not you? Are you still embarrassed?"

Han Yuan didn't seem to expect that he would return the mouth so frankly, and was stunned for a while.

Cheng Qian's anger raised his head without warning. He gritted his teeth abruptly, turning the stagnant True Essence Qiáng around his body into motion, disregarding the exploding pain in his chest, letting True Essence rampage through the meridians and smash the demons wrapped around him. Air swept up and down.

In this world, apart from the prison he drew himself, what else could trap him?

Cheng Qian didn't mention the frost blade, raised his hand and slapped Han Yuan's face in front of him, and shouted angrily, "Can't I blame you on your head?"

There was a crisp "pop", and both the beaten and the beating were stunned for a moment.

Cheng Qian originally thought that the person in front of him was transformed by his inner demon, not a real entity.

In the blink of an eye, he remembered Tang Zhen's words of "using the body as a weapon" and "refining the devil to become a dragon", his eyes widened, and he whispered in disbelief: "You really... Han Yuan?"

Han Yuan covered his face, and was stunned at first, and then laughed hysterically: "Little Senior Brother, you are so inattentive, do you even recognize me standing in front of you?"

Cheng Qian's hand holding the frost blade almost trembled: "So you are the one who broke into the Vermilion Bird Pagoda, you are the devil dragon, and the one who wants the little sister's demon bone is also..."

Han Yuan carried his hands on his back, and said lightly: "The ominous celestial bones grow on her body, apart from making her suffer every few years, what good is there? It's better to peel off that ominous thing and give it to me. This ominous person, for the sake of the same family in the past, when I peel off the bones, I can take it lightly and save her life."

Cheng Qian's qi surged like a tsunami, and a chilly cold air leaked out from between his hands and feet. The next moment, his whole body swept away the demonic qi that covered the top like a hurricane, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Why didn't you ask me if I would spare your life!"

Before he finished speaking, the frost-blade sword light bào rose, and the surrounding black air was wiped out as if it had been destroyed. Even Han Yuan, who had turned into a dragon, had to retreat temporarily. When the air turned into a dragon, he rushed towards Jiuxiao.

The darkness that devoured everything was torn apart by the bright sword light, and Cheng Qian's figure reappeared under the night sky.

The man and the dragon submerged into the sky together, fighting endlessly for a while, and even the shadow could not be seen clearly.

"Stand farther away." Tang Zhen pulled Liu Lang back and shook his head, "The fight is so lively outside, and there is a chaotic demon inside. I don't think this building will last long, it must collapse."

Tang Zhenren seemed to have a crow's mouth that was born with all advantages. When his voice fell, he heard a loud noise and the restaurant collapsed.

Before the hustle and bustle rose, it turned into a red cloud, and the huge red crane showed its full appearance. Jian Xiu confined the demonic energy all over his body in the cinnabar formation, and the bones on his body made a "click" sound.

Nian Da was dumbfounded and said, "This... this is Tonghe. It's not easy to be a bird."

Tang Zhen stepped back half a step, stared at the puddle for a moment, and frowned: "The celestial demon has always been born in response to calamity, and is born with blood, but she was born with the fate of the celestial demon, but she has half a body, which should have been bathed in blood. It is not easy to be able to grow up to such a size safely, and to be suppressed by seven or eight.”

Nian Da heard the words and looked at Yan Zhengming with a bit of admiration.

Tang Zhen said: "Forget it, let me help him."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, as if it was randomly gathered from the sky, and a single injection of True Essence was wrapped into his palm like chūn weathering rain, and it sank straight into the cinnabar formation on the ground.

Li Yun's cinnabar formation was created in a hurry. It was interrupted several times by Tonghe's overflowing demonic energy. Over time, it was already unsustainable. At this time, Tang Zhen repaired it, but it seemed as if he was awakened. A layer of shining light.

Countless vines swayed from the cinnabar formation, and they were burned layer by layer by the fiery fire surrounded by the clouds and fog on Big Bird's body, and they followed one after another.

For a while, Yan Zhengming's pressure was relieved a lot, he tilted his head to look at Tang Zhen, and nodded reservedly.

Tang Zhen didn't care about being polite to him, he just looked at the puddle in the cinnabar formation with a solemn expression, and said in a low voice, "Why did you catch up with this time..."

I saw that the shape of Tonghe, which was formed by the puddle, suddenly elongated and became bigger. Before Yan Zhengming's breath could relax, he felt that his sword intent was being madly backfired by the demonic energy. Before it could be repaired, the cinnabar formation was instantly broken.

Li Yun flew out and called out, "Han Tan!"

There was another crack in the cover of the five-color stone. Nian Da pointed at the cover and made a fuss: "Senior, what's wrong?"

Tang Zhen said: "Tonghe is a phoenix, although he can't be reborn from ashes, but he has to go through rebirth several times in his life, it is like a person suddenly jumping into the next realm after an epiphany. Not necessarily... not good, it shocked the catastrophe."

In the black fog in the air, a thick cloud gathered from all directions, separated by the colorful stones, Nian Da felt that all the hairs on his body were standing up, and he was going to the potential Mingming Valley on the schedule. No one dared to take a half step forward. This was his first time. Once saw the catastrophe at close range.

After the dull thunder surging in the cloud for a moment, a bright lightning fell straight down. Yan Zhengming instantly attached the sword of his primordial spirit to the saber he was carrying. .

The sky is the gong and the earth is the drum, and the thunder and the sword collided with the sound of cracking silk in the sky, reflecting the nine heavens like day.

The saber that Yan Zhengming has used over the years is still the one that Zhou Hanzheng lost a tooth on on the deserted island in the East China Sea. He has always held it to remember his shame, and has never changed it. Down.

His chest felt tight, and the Primordial Divine Sword attached to the sword was severely damaged. If it hadn't been for him to have passed the frontal stage, I am afraid this Primordial Divine Sword would have been useless. brewing.

At this time, the red cloud on the body of the puddle suddenly became a pillar as if it had been sucked into the sky by something, rushing towards the sky, and hooked up with the black fog in the sky.

Demons and beasts were born together, the mountains and rivers changed color, and the second thunder robbery was wrapped in the wrath of the earth and the earth, and it crashed down.

Strong winds and furious thunder, sword lights and sword shadows, the long roar of the dragon, the sharp chirping of the divine bird, the raging fire on the celestial demon seems to be burning the Weiyang night into ashes, the mountains of the southern border tremble, and the barrier of the five-colored stone is instantaneous. It was shattered and cleaned up...

There was a terrified "Senior Brother" in the middle, his voice was soft, vaguely still a young girl.

It was so faint... it was like the sound of small mosquitoes and ants in the sky.

I don't know which senior brother she was calling, but everyone who should have heard heard it without exception.

The movement of the black dragon in the air suddenly slowed down, it jerked its head up as if it was enduring great pain, the huge figure flickered several times in the dark night sky, and then shrunk into a human shape, slapping its back without any scruples. The ground hangs in front of Cheng Qian.

Cheng Qian's eyes narrowed, and the frost-blade sword turned a corner in a close call, passing the human-shaped Han Yuan.

The next moment, Han Yuan stretched out his pale hand and grabbed the black mist that was constantly entangled in the red cloud, but the frost blade carried the thunder robbery in the air.

Cheng Qian is very experienced in dealing with the robbery, and with the frost blade in hand, it is even more powerful.

The thunder that had fallen was intercepted by him halfway, and swept out along the tip of the sword, out of tune as if the sword in his hand was dragging a huge meteor tail.

Cheng Qian's face was illuminated by bright light.

Han Yuan on one side opened his mouth and silently called out "Little Senior Brother".

Cheng Qian glanced at him, his eyes were cold, like the look on his back many years ago when he was lying on his back on the east coast and vowed to find the master to complain.

Han Yuan gritted his teeth, and nearly burst into tears by his eyes.

At this time, thousands of sword qi swelled up on the ground, Yan Zhengming's sword was broken, and the flying sand and stone, and even the surrounding wind and rain all became sharp in his hands, and the sky gathered into a messy but incomparable force. The giant sword, a sword cut off the connection between the red crane red cloud and the black mist of the magic dragon.

Immediately, the almost vast sword qi separated the heaven and the earth, and when the sky grabbed the soaring demonic qi, without hurting the puddle, it slowly pushed the ominous red cloud back to the ground, reaching around the puddle. Within three feet.

Ten consecutive spells were thrown from Li Yun's hands, each spell fell on the head of the puddle, the fire on her body subsided by three points, ten spells fell, and the dying Tonghe finally turned into a girl with wings on her back, consciousness. All curled up on a piece of borrowed ground.

The rolling thunder finally reluctantly disappeared gradually.

Han Yuan showed a slightly relieved look, and the next moment, he changed his face without warning, his arms became sharp claws covered with dragon scales, and a claw grabbed Cheng Qian's back.

The surrounding atmosphere changed, Cheng Qian had already reacted before the wind roared, his backhand was a sword, and the frost blade that had just stopped the robbery was still carrying thunder and fire.

A looming dragon scale flashed across Han Yuan's face. Just as he was about to say something, a horn suddenly sounded in the distance.