"Aura explosion!" Looking at this scene, Qin Xi said softly.

Although it is not a real spiritual explosion body, the principle is the same.

The Vermilion Bird's Bow is a magic weapon that is naturally spiritual. If you want to pick it up, you must get its recognition. On the Vermilion Bird's Bow, there is a strong Vermilion Bird's Bow. If you want to tame it, you must first bear such divine power. So much Vermilion Bird's Bow is poured into Ling Yunhe's body. If he can't bear it, the result will be the same as a spiritual energy explosion.

Yuan Mu Zhenren rushed up, and the iron-faced Zhenren followed closely, while Mo Tiange and the other two watched nervously.

Can Ling Yunhe bear such power? Was he tamed the Vermilion Bird's Bow or was torn apart by the Vermilion Bird's Bow? Logically speaking, he, a monk in the Killing Pill, could not withstand such power in his body, but he was practicing the Ice and Fire Art specially prepared for the Vermilion Bird's Bow by this ancient sect's Ice Palace. Who knows if this technique has anything special to resolve the power of the Vermilion Bird's Bow.

As the breath of the Vermillion Bird poured in, the ice fog around Ling Yunhe became fainter and gradually swallowed by the flames. The expression on his face became more and more painful, and his whole body slowly turned red, as if it had become a red soldering iron, and even the flow of spiritual breath in his meridians could be seen clearly.

Seeing Ling Yunhe's meridians expanding and almost reaching their limits, while the divine power on the Vermillion Bird's bow was still pouring in, Yuan Mu Zhenren gritted his teeth and slapped Ling Yunhe's back heart with a palm.

If things were allowed to develop, Ling Yunhe would probably not be able to escape the end of his body and his body's death. Since the breath of the Vermilion Bird has begun to pour in, it cannot be stopped. Therefore, Yuan Mu Zhenren thought of such a way to let the breath of the Vermilion Bird that was extra in Ling Yunhe's body go out from another exit. This exit is himself.

With Yuan Mu Zhenren sharing the burden, Ling Yunhe's pain was slightly relieved, but even Yuan Mu Zhenren was not relaxed when facing the breath of the Vermillion Bird.

In ancient times, spiritual magic weapons like the Vermilion Bird's Bow had to be controlled by high-level monks. The ancient high-level monks were not today's Nascent Soul Stage, but the Combination Stage and even the Mahayana Stage! Compared with the Mahayana Stage, the Nascent Soul Stage is just a junior who is not worth mentioning. How could he bear the power of the Vermilion Bird's Breath? If it weren't for the Lingyunhe buffering in the middle and he would go directly to get it himself, the result would be no different from Jing Xingzhi and Qin Xi.

Gradually, Yuan Mu Zhenren's face turned red, and his meridians and dantian could not withstand such strong power of the Vermilion Bird.

Seeing this, the iron-faced real person also came forward.

"Senior Brother," Yuan Mu Zhenren gritted his teeth, "Save your strength!"

The eyes of the iron-faced real man under the black iron mask flashed, and he stopped. The next moment, he suddenly grabbed Mo Tiange!

With a sharp roar, the Sanyang True Fire Sword took action, Qin Xi blocked her and shouted, "What do you want to do?!"

The iron-faced real person reacted very quickly. He missed a single blow and the light flashed in his hand. A long black whip appeared in his hand. He swung his hand and rolled it towards Mo Tiange again.

Qin Xi was angry when he saw this. Just now, Zhenren Yuan Mu made a devil oath, so they believed it, but unexpectedly, the iron-faced real person who had been silent like a shadow would suddenly hurt people!

With the only one of the Iron-Faced Real Man, he is not afraid of joining forces with Jing Xingzhi. But after all, the Iron-Faced Real Man is an old monster who has lived for nearly two thousand years. He has rich fighting experience and skillful means. When he suddenly attacks, he caught people off guard.

Qin Xi had no choice but to change the sword formation of the Sanyang True Fire Sword into a giant sword, slashing the iron-faced real person, blocking the long whip's castration.

Fortunately, Jing Xingzhi's flying sword also arrived, and he did not react slowly, but was a little far away.

Seeing that the attack was resolved by Qin Xi, Jing Xingzhi's flying sword was behind him. Under the attack from front and back, the iron-faced real man did not move. He just flapped his sleeves and released his spiritual energy. A huge shield suddenly appeared behind him to protect himself.

Then, he carried the attack of Jing Xingzhi's flying sword and continued to act unyieldingly at Mo Tiange.

Qin Xi didn't understand what he wanted to do, but the other party's behavior had annoyed him!

The sword was used to turn into invisible, and the golden sword energy was surrounded by the three Yang true fire. Then one turned into two, two turned into four, and hundreds of sword energy were instantly transformed into one, stabbing towards the iron-faced true man.

This time, the Iron-Faceful True Man finally couldn't stand it. Although he had high cultivation and rich experience, he was not among the Yuanhou cultivators, and he couldn't hold on for too long under Jing Xingzhi's attack. After all, the attack power of the sword cultivator is so powerful that it is comparable to that of ordinary cultivators.

Faced with Qin Xi's attack, he chose to retreat.

But the next moment, after avoiding the sword edge, the iron-faced real man suddenly burst out with a strong aura, but he retreated to advance! Even if a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was not good at fighting and did not hesitate to fight his spiritual power, it was frightening.

The iron-faced real man swung his long whip and rolled towards Mo Tiange with the whistling sound of the wind. Qin Xigang was shocked by his momentum. In a hurry, he had only time to instruct the sword energy to block it in a hurry.

With a "swish", the sword energy and the long whip were entangled, and the spiritual energy intertwined and fought each other, and fell into a stalemate.

The Iron-Faced Real Man seemed a little anxious, and ignored Jing Xingzhi and was behind him, and burst out again.

Qin Xi saw that he was ignoring his spiritual energy fluctuated violently, fearing that he would hurt Mo Tiange, so he hurriedly pushed her and went up to him.

"Boom!" This was a frontal collision of spiritual energy. The violent spiritual energy fluctuations even pushed Mo Tiange aside. However, Ling Yunhe and Yuanmu Zhenren at the altar not far away were not affected at all because of the breath of the Vermillion Bird.

Although Qin Xi could not bear such a collision of spiritual energy, he had to avoid the edge for the time being.

The iron-faced real man shook his sleeves, and the small stone he had used in the battle just now threw out again, turned into a huge stone, and pressed down on him.

Qin Xi's arm spread, and the Three Yang True Fire Sword turned into a sword light and collided with the huge rock. The next moment, his body shook and he used the teleportation technique and had arrived in front of Ling Yunhe.

"Fellow Daoist Iron-faced!" He shouted sternly, "If you still want to take action, then kill you, the younger generation!"

Ling Yunhe was undergoing the test of the power of the Vermilion Bird. Yuan Muzhen's body was full of the breath of the Vermilion Bird, and both of them could not move. Qin Xi was standing beside them at this time. It can be said that the lives of the two were hanging in his hands.

The iron-faced real man stopped, and a look of regret flashed in his eyes. He threatened them with Ling Yunhe's life. Jing Xingzhi had done it before, but he hated that he was too anxious just now and let Qin Xi seize the loophole again.

Seeing that the Iron-Faced Real Person stopped, Qin Xi turned his head and looked at Mo Tiange. Seeing that all her magic weapons were coming out and they were far away, he was relieved. If the Iron-Faced Real Person dared to take action at this distance, whether it was him or Jing Xingzhi, there would be time to stop it.

"Fellow Daoist Iron-faced, what do you mean? Fellow Daoist Yuanmu has made a swearing of inner demons. Do you want to kill us alone?"

The iron-faced real person's eyes moved and he didn't say anything.

"Qin Shoujing, what are you doing to him?" Jing Xingzhi held the flying sword in his hand, and said coldly while walking forward, "No matter what he wants to do, since he has taken action, why don't we take the opportunity to kill it? We can't beat the two Yuan Hou cultivators, are there any fears?"

Jing Xingzhi is a typical sword cultivator personality. He is the best at seizing the opportunity and killing with one blow. At present, Zhenren Yuanmu cannot move, and only the Iron-Faced Zhenren is left. The two of them work together to kill him. By that time, even if Zhenren Yuanmu escapes, they will have no choice but to do anything to them. They don’t need to compromise everywhere for their lives!

But Qin Xi is not as cruel as him. He had already made a decision before, but they did not take advantage of others' danger. Why did the Iron-faced True Man suddenly hurt people? And the target was pointed at Mo Tiange everywhere, which was so strange.

The iron-faced real man turned halfway, and a low and hoarse voice sounded: "Hmph! It's not that easy to kill me!" He has been trapped in the Nascent Soul stage for so many years, how could he not have one or two secret techniques to save his life? Besides, can he kill his body and his Nascent Soul? Even if he is besieged by two cultivators of the same late stage, Nascent Soul is not so easy to kill. However, his life is approaching, and even if Nascent Soul escapes, it doesn't make sense.

Thinking of this, the eyes that only appeared under the black iron mask dimmed, and he looked at Yuanmu Zhenren and Ling Yunhe with regret.

After living for nearly two thousand years, his life span has come to an end. The remaining hundred years is not enough for him to practice until his later stages. Even if he gets the opportunity to transform into a god, he will not have the opportunity to advance to transform into a god. This time, he used his remaining energy to do something for the sect and did something for the last time. Even if he died here, it would be worth it.

However, the current situation made him feel desperate.

This junior brother of the same sect, Yuan Mu, is much younger than him. He was already a Nascent Soul cultivator back then. This junior brother was barely in the beginning. In just a few hundred years, he became a great cultivator of the Yuanhou who was comparable to him. With nearly a thousand years of life left, this talented junior brother is likely to be promoted to the god transformation. In addition, this boy who practices the Ice and Fire Art, he went to the underground palace to get the Vermilion Bird bow...

This is the purpose of their trip. Junior Brother Yuanmu got the opportunity to transform into the gods, and the Ling family took away the bow of the Vermilion Bird. What’s hateful is that it seems that it is difficult to achieve it at present. If the breath of the Vermilion Bird cannot be resolved, the two of them may fall here together, and the God-turning Bird's bow will all become a bubble.

He sighed, not for his meaningless sacrifice, but for the foundation of Jiuyanzong...

But what happened next made him stunned: "This is..."

"Senior Brother!" Mo Tiange also shouted.

Qin Xi was slightly stunned, suddenly felt abnormality, lowered his head, and opened his eyes wide in surprise.

In order to threaten the Iron-Faced True Man, he stood very close to Ling Yunhe. At this time, the Vermilion Bird breath on Ling Yunhe and Yuanmu Zhenren was overflowing, and their meridians and dantian could no longer accommodate them. Without an exit, the Vermilion Bird breath that was blocked by Ling Yunhe and Yuanmu Zhenren actually spread out and turned into flames and wrapped around him.

Severe pain! This is his first feeling. He has been injured. During the more than a hundred years of being in the Killing Pill stage, he has suffered countless injuries, including several times. Several times caused his cultivation to plummet and he almost died. However, no one would make him feel the severe pain of his soul being burned!

This is the power of the Breath of the Vermilion Bird, the power of the Vermilion Bird.

He suddenly understood the actions of the Iron-Faced True Man just now. He wanted to catch Mo Tiange and let Ling Yunhe pass the remaining breath of the Vermilion Bird to her and use her as an outlet! Unfortunately, he failed with one blow.

But by accident, I made such an exit.

What to do? He tried to break free, but the breath of the Suzaku tightly entangled him and could not move at all. He felt that the meridians were quickly occupied by fire, and then poured into the dantian, but he could do nothing.

Hearing the familiar shouts, he looked at Mo Tiange, and saw her rushing over, but he couldn't even lift his hand, so he had time to look at Jing Xingzhi.

Stop her...

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