When Yu Shuang saw Cheng Zhiyuan being blocked, he narrowed his eyes. The short knife in his hand chopped open the head of a scorched corpse. When the knife passed through the scorched corpse, all the stench on the latter's body was wiped away.

There is a vague darkness.

A faint frost appeared on the scorched corpse, but soon disappeared without a trace. The surrounding fire realm had heated the place to an extremely high temperature. Yu Shuang walked towards where Cheng Zhiyuan was, his steps seemed to be very heavy.

, every step will inevitably make a depression in the yellow ground that has turned into scorched earth.

"He is worthy of being the demon-slayer of the Zhao Kingdom. He has a strong character and is a great scholar."

"It's a pity that the evil atmosphere is not that simple. It is a strange thing that can affect the changes in the world. The Yang world is where normal living beings live, and the Yin world is where strange and strange auras live, ranging from sand, stone, flowers and grass.

, so big that you can change all kinds of things in the world, even the heaven and the earth..."

"It's horribly tight."

Yu Shuang's voice had never been heard by outsiders. To say it was a murmur would be too slight. He stood still and looked at the black shadow in front of him that slowly twisted and disappeared.

"The world is dark and obscure, how can we discern the good and evil in the rest of the world?"

The world is obscure and people's eyes are confused. Who can monitor the quality of conduct?

I'm afraid only I can do it, because I'm not in this world.

He sighed and turned around. Something seemed to be stirring in the flames, but soon, a child's questioning voice came out. The child on the altar looked straight at Yu Shuang through the flames,

Curiosity and greed burned in his eyes.

"You want to eat me? Yes, yes, that's right, that's right, because I'm a ghost. For you weird creatures born from the dark side of the world, my flesh and blood is better than that of the one in the formation.

The demon slayer is even more coveted by you."

Yu Shuang held the wine jar with her other hand, and a layer of dark white frost formed on the short knife in her left hand: "The fire and wine are very strong. If you soak your body in wine, the sweet rain you get will probably be no less mellow than a tiger, leopard, and centipede."

"

The child clapped his hands and made a snapping sound. Yu Shuang chuckled, and then breathed out a chilling air.

"Killing idle travelers with words, grinding teeth to suck blood; drinking wine from a red cup with laughter, swallowing up all the bitter cold."

He raised the short sword with one hand, the tip of the sword pointed downward, standing vertically, and the blade forward, like a dull sharp light when the earth was opened and the sky was opened.

The fire boy stopped clapping his hands, and he grew another three inches in height.

Yu Shuang said:

"I have eaten six monsters as greedy as you along the way from Yan State."

"You isolating me from him is actually what I want. That friend is really angry with me. If he sees that I am such a monster who eats monsters and ghosts, he, a national warrior, will probably do harm to the people."

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"I've tasted all the monsters in this world, and the taste is indeed bad. But I don't know if you, a moving piece of barbecue, would taste better than the previous ones if you sprinkled some salt on it?"

.......

The blood clouds and thunder on Cheng Zhiyuan's blood-washing sword were billowing with a thick black color.

He bent forward with his sword pressed, fighting against the great witch Zhu Zhu. The latter was also a bit of a Taoist, but at this time he was burned into a puppet by the fire boy. He not only had a copper head and an iron arm, but also a strange power. Whenever he took action,

Then there was a billowing hot wave all around, and blood rained down on the demon sword in Cheng Zhiyuan's hand. However, when it encountered the hot wind, it was rolled into boiling water, making it difficult to move forward.

The surrounding heat waves rise toward the sky, surrounding this place like a dome. The night is endless, and although the surrounding turbid fire is bright, it is not dawn.

Cheng Zhiyuan suddenly turned his head, and a charred corpse appeared in the flames. He looked exactly like himself, walking stiffly, and also holding a blood-cleansing sword in his hand.

They were exactly the same as the past and present lives in the firelight, as if they were mocking Cheng Zhiyuan, telling him that this was what would happen to him after his death.

The confused "Cheng Xiyuan" waved his sword towards the dragon-eyed deity.

The jet-black sword edge passed by with a sound as smooth as tearing paper. Drops of blood spilled onto the ground and were boiling. The charred corpse head was twisted into flesh and blood all over the sky in an instant.

It splashed all over the floor.

"You are overthinking. There is no reason for you to die today, not for me."

Cheng Zhiyuan took a deep breath. If there was a thunderstorm at this time, the fire demon would definitely die without a burial place. Unfortunately, God is not in his own business. It can't rain just when it rains. His immortal body has not yet been promoted to

That kind of terrifying situation, where you can call the wind and rain at will, and control the 24-day weather, can be said to be something in the later stages.

There are illusions in the fire realm, layer upon layer, and it is impossible to tell what is true or false, but Cheng Zhiyuan's dragon eyes can identify where the evil spirit is. The strange and ominous atmosphere is like a bright light in the dark night, although the sky is now filled with fire and

It was burning, but it still couldn't stop Yaizhen's eyes.

The hatred of Yaizhen must be avenged.

Half of Cheng Zhiyuan's face fell into shadow, flames gradually rose from the body of the great witch Zhu, and his hoarse voice began to turn high, but the vermilion robe remained unscathed.

When Cheng Zhiyuan saw this scene, his heart moved slightly and he thought to himself: "Could this be...Huo Huanbu!"

No, no, both the Huo Huanbu and Kunwu swords were obtained from Xirong. At that time, one sword was dedicated to Emperor Zhou, that is, Emperor Mu. How could such a precious thing appear in a small Wu Zhu?

On your body?

If it were the original world, Huohuan cloth would be made of asbestos, but in this mythical world, Huohuan cloth must have its own unique magic, and it certainly has nothing to do with asbestos.

"By the way, there are three origins of fire cloth. The first is asbestos, the second is fire rats, and the third is woven from the furs of animals living in the sacred fire of Kunlun Mountain."

"Or could it be said that this is fire silkworm cotton, which can protect you from the scorching fire? The kind of clothes worn by Princess Wenyi of Wei in the Tang Dynasty?"

Cheng Zhiyuan knew that this vermilion robe might be the key to leaving the dense fire realm. The blood-cleansing sword made an excited and ferocious sword cry, and the dragon pupils in his eyes reflected the dark brilliance.

The great witch Zhu made a sound of great joy.

He opened his mouth and said that he was Zhu Rong who descended to earth.

At some point, a fire knife appeared in his hand. It seemed to be the fire boy's knife. Cheng Zhiyuan could still hear the child's smile, innocent and free of distracting thoughts, only naked greed and murderous intent. How pure.

.

It's pure and frightening.

Cheng Zhiyuan turned over, put one foot on the ground, cracked the scorched earth, and struck down the big witch wish with the sword in his hand!

The body is like a tornado, and the scarlet robe is also turned over!

Turning, like a whirlpool, like a bright sea of ​​blood!

Clang Clang Clang Clang!

The sword pressed against the fire knife, and the splashing flames were like thousands of snake bites. Immediately afterwards, the sword pressure was as dense as a torrential rain and struck down all over the face. Forty-four swords were smashed in one go. The flames were filled with snow-white.

pear blossom!

He stretched out his hand to draw his sword, and a strong wind roared, igniting the fire in front of him, and then put it away in an instant!

The pear blossoms had already bloomed, but no matter how vigorous they were, they were quickly swallowed up by the creeping flames. However, those burning white pears did not drift far away, but wandered around Cheng Zhiyuan like wind and rain.

The fire boy is good at wielding swords. The sword can be dyed with fire, and the sword can also be dyed. In this flame, there is also the principle of swordsmanship. Cheng Zhiyuan was immersed in his mind, and the sword energy began to penetrate into the flames, completely penetrating the scorching dome.

Dense sword energy emanated from Cheng Zhiyuan's body, like... a burning tree.

The sword was rolled over the wrist, thrown out and stabbed in front, and the red flame was completely gone!
Chapter completed!