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Bai Ze's flame is terrifying, even dirt can be burned into spar.

The flames burning on Wei Yang's body were also terrifying.

The flesh and blood were roasted and rotten, and the bones were also roasted, turning black and rotten.

In the end, Wei Yang's entire body was burned to death.

But within the flames, there is a complex sword-like figure shining brightly in the flames.

The fiercer the flame, the sharper the sword energy.

Finally, Bai Ze also felt something was wrong.

He withdrew and flames.

And the bottom of the pit was roasted into the color of colored glaze.

Under the glass, a figure with sword aura wandered around, and slowly, flesh and blood reorganized.

In an instant, a complete Wei Yang was resurrected.

The moment he opened his eyes, a majestic sword intent surged into the sky.

Even Bai Ze couldn't help squinting his eyes, and took a few steps back.

Then Bai Ze was amazed: "Good guy, you actually use my divine fire to temper your body and purify your sword energy. This little thing is ruthless!"

He has to admire.

Because this kind of behavior is tantamount to frantically probing on the death line, but if there is a slight error, even if he is really dead, even his soul will not be left behind, and there will be no dead body.

In this way, Bai Ze looked at Wei Yang no longer with contempt or disdain, but with a hint of approval.

Back then, the Yaozu also fought against the heavens and the earth against the common people, gaining such a great reputation and status with their fearless aura and ferocity.

Wei Yang's behavior made Yaozu feel that this is someone from my generation.

Amidst the intent of the sword, Wei Yang slowly soared into the air, and finally reached the level with Bai Ze's head, and stopped flying upwards.

He looked at Bai Ze with a smile on his face; "Thank you, senior, for your kindness."

Bai Ze looked at Wei Yang silently: "You little thing, are you a human race? I didn't expect that there are people like you in the weak human race."

Wei Yangdao: "That's your cognition in ancient times. In today's human race, there are a lot of geniuses, and the heaven and the earth are the masters."

"Hey, a race like a bug wants to be the co-lord of heaven and earth? The master of heaven and earth is my monster clan."

Bai Ze was proud and disdainful.

Wei Yang smiled and said: "Your current memory stays in ancient times, but now, too many years have passed, but it doesn't matter, everyone has beautiful years, and they shouldn't be broken, and I naturally won't , see you later, I hope you will not be surprised."

Bai Ze was stunned, and was about to say something when Wei Yang suddenly disappeared.

Bai Ze's complexion changed, he looked at the world, but couldn't see anything.

He couldn't believe it.

Such a weak bug, why can't I lock him?

Who is this person?

At this moment.

Wei Yang opened his eyes, his eyes were burning.

Previously burned, only spirit.

His body, still bleeding from the wound, looked miserable.

But Wei Yang's eyes were brighter than ever.

The heart of the sword is bright, and in the flames, it is reborn from the ashes.

Great good fruit, great opportunity also.

Then, Wei Yang looked into the depths again.

This is just three steps, and I don't know how far it is.

Every step of approach is an overall improvement.

Of course, Wei Yang is not a single muscle either.

Sword cultivating practice is not about cultivating temper, so there is no need to be stubborn.

So Wei Yang retreated three steps, and walked out from the area covered by the chaotic atmosphere.

As soon as he came out, Wei Yang sat down cross-legged, adjusted his breath, and healed his injuries.

Naiwazi breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Don't you sword cultivators like to seek abuse so much? It feels like being hacked into pieces like this? Very enjoyable?"

Wei Yang remained silent.

It's great to make a fortune in a muffled voice.

What's there to show off?

You only see my surface, but you don't see the sublimation of my sword intent and sword energy.

For me now, even if I come to the Immortal Realm, it is only a matter of one sword.

Seeing that Wei Yang didn't respond, Naiwazi was a little discouraged, so he didn't care, and just circled and danced beside him.

Time passed little by little.

A full five days.

Only then did Wei Yang wake up from the breath adjustment, and then he shook his body, covered in blood, scattered away, and turned into a handsome young man in white clothes again.

Then, Wei Yang looked at the forbidden area of ​​Jianyu again.

Seeing this, the milk boy stared wide-eyed, and said in disbelief, "No way, you still want to go?"

Wei Yang said: "Practice and practice, what you cultivate is the heart, if the heart shrinks, what can be done in this life?"

"Can……"

Milkman wanted to say something else.

But Wei Yang has already stepped into it.

And this time it's different.

After Wei Yang stepped in, he moved forward step by step, taking seven steps in a row.

Moreover, it was not the same as the first time, the skin was torn and bloody.

Milkman was dumbfounded.

He is not a fool either.

From these two steps in, it can be seen that Wei Yang's cultivation base has improved so much that it is simply beyond imagination.

Could it be that this forbidden place is actually a holy place for practice?

Milkman was also a little moved.

Although he is still young, he also has a heart to become stronger, doesn't he?

After a little hesitation, Naiwazi also took a tentative step like Wei Yang did the first time, but the other foot has not stepped in yet.

Milkman screamed and retracted his feet. His whole body was trembling, as if he had encountered some great horror.

"Oh my god, my god, this is not practice, this is death, it's killing me."

Milkman clapped his small hands on his chest, feeling terrified.

At this time, Wei Yang closed his eyes again, and his mind entered the terrifying time illusion left by these two big guys.

It's still Bai Ze.

But it was no longer the domineering and coercive Bai Ze back then, but the Bai Ze who was fighting miserably.

He was surrounded by densely packed witches, and his body was covered with scars.

Although Bai Ze himself is a terrifying boss.

But the Wu Clan who besieged him also had powerful Wu Clan who were tens of feet tall.

The Wu Clan's attacks seemed to be pure warriors, and they didn't need any weapons. Basically, they could blast out the power of destroying heaven and earth with their fists.

There are also witches with weapons, but every knife, every stick, carries an unimaginable evil spirit, tearing the world apart, and falling on Bai Ze's body, either tearing the wound or making a bang bang sound.

Even those warriors of the Witch Race, fearless of death, hit Bai Ze's body and blew themselves up, leaving Bai Ze's body in a bloody mess.

Under such a siege, Bai Ze's body was covered with injuries. Even if he attacked every time, many Wu Clans were killed or injured, but there were too many Wu Clans, and they couldn't stop killing them.

Even if Wei Yang saw it at first sight, he could tell that the Wu Clan was besieging and killing Bai Ze at any cost.

"Damn the Wu Clan, you wait, the deity is not dead, and the Wu Clan will be wiped out."

Bai Ze roared angrily and kept threatening.

However, the Wu Clan are also ruthless people, without saying a word, constantly consuming him at the cost of death.

Seeing that Bai Ze's breath became weaker and weaker.

Wei Yang didn't care about it at all.

Because Bai Ze is still fighting in the follow-up, obviously, he will not die here.

That being the case, then, I should also try the Wu Clan's fighting style.

Thoughtful.

Wei Yang directly turned into a sword light and rushed into the Wu Clan army.

With a flash of sword light, dozens of Wu clan warriors were directly beheaded.

Suddenly broke into an accident?

The witch clan was naturally angry, and two big witches were sent to surround and kill Wei Yang.

Wei Yang smiled and said, "Good job.

After speaking, the light of the sword in his hand floated, and he fought with the great witch.

There is no supernatural power or technique at all, it is all the purest collision of power.

But with just one touch, Wei Yang was sent flying, unable to resist.

The great witch of the Wu clan is so powerful that it is beyond imagination.