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Seeing the flames rushing into the sky, Zhang Qinglan used the blood from the tip of her tongue as a guide, and instantly ignited the spell written in dragon's blood.

In the void, half of the talisman moved automatically without wind, and the broken edges seemed to be being torn by invisible forces, making a crackling sound.A mass of orange flames wrapped around the paper, burning blazingly.

It was noon, and the yang energy was at its peak, supplemented by the blood of the real dragon, which easily ignited the real fire of samadhi sealed in the spell.

Centered on half a spell, thousands of flames exploded like sharp arrows in an instant!It sprayed out in all directions, intertwined and entangled to form a natural barrier, and went straight to the door of the flower demon.

The true fire of Samadhi belongs to the fire of heaven, and thousands of emerald green flower branches become scorched black, wither and decay the moment they touch the fireworks.

One hit missed, but a lot of monster power was eroded. Yao Yitang felt a pain in his heart, and forcibly retracted the flower branch, and most of the aura around him disappeared in an instant.

Pressing the acupoints on her heart, and forcibly confining the demon power that was about to escape, the woman's face turned ashen.

The fire spread extremely fast, and it was only a moment of hand-to-hand combat. As the fire burned, the scene around the few people became distorted and blurred in the heat wave.

The ferocious flames spread towards the surroundings, incinerating everything within reach, constantly devouring the spiritual power used to build the phantom array.

In the raging sea of ​​flames, the flames erupted rapidly with an unstoppable momentum, and the flame waves surged. In an instant, a huge vortex of flames suddenly appeared around several people.

The fire suppressed Yao Yitang severely, and the flames turned into chains, trapping the woman inside.

Under the raging fire, Yao Yitang's figure gradually distorted, his lower body turned into a tree root, and he let out a miserable cry.

Zhang Qinglan remained indifferent, holding the sword with one hand, and wiped the blade of the sword with the middle and middle fingers of his left hand.The sharp iron tool cut through the pulp of the finger immediately, and blood gushed out from the wound.

The long sword drank blood and hummed.

Zhang Qinglan opened her eyes suddenly, raised her sword and ran towards Yao Yitang in two or three steps.

At the moment when the tip of the sword was about to stab his chest!

Yao Yitang stared at the sharp blade, and let out a long whistle from his throat.

As the eye of the phantom formation, she saw that her demon power, which was already on the verge of drying up, suddenly soared. The cultivation base has been raised to a higher realm.

In an instant, a huge dome jumped into the sky from the bottom of his feet!Send the three of them up to a height of [-] meters!

The overwhelming heavy pressure and fierce counterattack, swept in like a huge wave and long wind, unexpectedly slammed the young man from mid-air, and almost let go of the long sword.

Because of this, Yao Yitang was able to get away, regardless of the young man kneeling on one knee, stepping on the brown and black branches under his feet, exerting force with his toes, and rushing towards Ao Zhan who was imprisoned in place by the power of the phantom formation:

"go to hell!"

Zhang Qinglan's pupils constricted, resisting the coercion of the formation, she shook her sleeves and thrust three golden needles into her heart veins.

The weight on his body suddenly loosened!

The young man finally stood up, and at the moment when the flower demon passed him by, he raised the long sword in his hand, trying to stop the flower demon from rushing towards Ao Zhan.

Unexpectedly, the cunning monster suddenly turned around, and when everyone hadn't expected it, it hit back with its palm.

Zhang Qinglan was caught off guard, and could only watch helplessly as the woman knocked away a ball of aura from the wooden figure and sank it into his heart.

As the aura was shaken into the chest by Yao Yitang, Zhang Qinglan only felt the temperature of her whole body drop suddenly, and a chilly qi started from the heart and quickly spread to the limbs along the blood vessels.

After a while, the young man was like falling into an ice cave, standing still in place and unable to move.

At the same time, a deafening dragon chant came from the void, and in the next second, one hand of the red-eyed Dragon King turned into a dragon claw. His body was like electricity, and the sharp claws pierced the flower demon's chest. Knock people down!

Nailed firmly to the dome.

……

The scene instantly fell into dead silence.

What came to my ears was the dry cracking sound of the tongue of fire licking the tree trunk, and the savage wind blew past, as if roaring.

Yao Yitang lay down on the ground, the corners of his lips were stained with blood, he looked down at the dragon claw piercing through his chest, but the corners of his mouth curled into a strange arc.

She said, "Ao Zhan, how will you choose this time?"

The young man standing a few steps away turned pale when he heard the words, and slowly lowered his head to look at his chest. What he saw was a thin mass of bright blue spiritual energy jumping with joy.

Zhang Qinglan closed her eyes forcefully, the fingertips hanging by her side twisted the corners of her clothes, and couldn't stop rubbing them—to break the formation, the eyes of the spirit formation must be defeated at the same time, this is what Ao Zhan told himself an hour ago.

Zhang Qinglan refused to accept her fate, and tried to use the little spiritual power left in her dantian, trying in vain to force Zhenling out of her body, but what she got in exchange was bursts of severe pain, her throat was itchy, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

Seeing this, the flower demon laughed out loud, as if mocking the youth's innocence: "Give up, Zhen Lingxi is a living flesh and blood, as long as it is touched by it, there is no reason to get rid of it."

"Hey, Ao Zhan," Begonia Flower Demon smiled recklessly and piercingly: "Now the spirit is standing in front of you."

"Since you know how to break the formation, why don't you do it?"

Yao Yitang's eyes were dim, and his voice was hoarse, as if it would be a happy event to drag the young man to die together: "Could it be that you can't bear the good skin of your little lover?"

The end sound fell, and no one answered.

Ao Zhan stared coldly at Yao Yitang who was firmly nailed to the dome tree by himself, with a cold expression on his face.

The eyes of the formation were seriously injured, and the suppression of the phantom formation on him was immediately reduced by [-]%, and the spiritual energy in his body was immediately full of strength.The suggestive murmurs in my ears also turned into the chirping of mosquitoes and flies.

The man casually broke off a flower branch next to it, burned it hard and burnt with the real fire of Samadhi, and then pulled his dragon claws out of the flower demon's heart, and immediately inserted the black branch back along the same wound with his backhand.

Satisfied with the flower demon's cry of pain, he just stood up and looked at Zhang Qinglan.

Everything happened too fast, and the young man obviously hasn't recovered yet.The whole person froze in place, the corners of his pale lips were stained red by his own blood.

The whole body is in a mess, the old wounds have not healed, and the new wounds are added.

The rough outer robe had already become tattered, hanging loosely on her body, making Zhang Qinglan even more thin and frail.The hair band on the back of the head was peeled off at some point, and the hair was full of black hair, and a strand of black hair was stuck to the side of the face with blood stains, looking like it would not fall out.

Seeing this, Ao Zhan's eyes moved slightly.

Immediately, the corner of his mouth curled up into a meaningful arc, but he stood where he was, and ordered in a deep voice to Zhang Qinglan:

"come over."

Hearing the man's deep and hoarse voice, the young man loosened his wrist immediately.The long sword fell to the ground with a crisp clang, and the surrounding flames caused the thick eyelashes to cast a few shadows on the eyelids.

Obtaining the Dragon King's order, the young man lowered his eyes slightly, enduring the cold air that seemed to be wandering through his veins, and walked slowly, step by step, in front of the man.

On the contrary, at this time, Zhang Qinglan changed back to his usual indifferent and calm appearance, and softly called out "Ao Zhan".

Unexpectedly, at the moment when he didn't even have a firm foothold, Ao Zhan's strike was like lightning, and he grabbed the young man's slender neck with one hand, and lifted him directly off the ground.

The huge force suddenly coming from the neck grabbed all the air, and Zhang Qinglan's cheeks flushed immediately, her long and narrow phoenix eyes opened wide, looking at the emptiness above her head.

The severe pain hit Ao Zhan's knuckles with increasing force, and Zhang Qinglan unconsciously let out a "ho ho" sound in his throat.

As if feeling a threat, the cloud of spiritual energy on the chest began to move wildly in the young man's body, and the bursts of cold air brought by him made the situation worse.

Ao Zhan felt the delicate touch from his fingertips, half closed his eyes, and casually glanced at the flower demon on the ground.

"It's just a pet," Ao Zhan said casually, "Why don't you give up?"

"You!" Yao Yitang was stimulated by the scene in front of him, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he gritted his teeth: "Men... are really ruthless things!"

Ao Zhan didn't take it seriously, and activated the fireworks on the side, restraining Yao Yitang layer by layer.

At this time, the young man has already breathed in less and exhaled more, trapped in Ao Zhan's palm, but surprisingly did not struggle.After the initial stupefaction, she just gasped for breath as hard as she could, with her cold fingertips lightly resting on the man's phalanx, and a few crystal clear teardrops spilled from the end of her eyes.

With a cold snort, Ao Zhan suddenly let go of the man just before strangling him to death, and threw the young man away in front of him.

Picking up the long sword on the ground easily, Ao Zhan walked up to Zhang Qinglan in two steps, gripped the hilt tightly, and pointed the blade at the cloud of spiritual energy on the young man's chest.

Zhang Qinglan was stimulated by the long-term suffocation, his eyes were hazy and moist, and Ao Zhan's expression at this time became blurred, making it difficult to see clearly.

A feeling of constriction came over his chest, the young man pursed his thin lips, and the scattered hair on his forehead hung down, covering his absent-minded pupils.What he showed was his usual docile and docile appearance.

When he looked up again, his face had returned to calm.

Looking down at the sharp blade that was about to sink into his chest, Zhang Qinglan calmed down the dark tide in his eyes, nodded towards Ao Zhan, his voice was hoarse, and his voice was very soft: "I understand."

A bad premonition hit Ao Zhan immediately.

Before the words finished, the young man raised his slender arms. Taking advantage of the man's defenselessness, he vigorously opened the long sword lying across his chest, quickly got up backwards, and barely stood up straight.

Before everyone had time to react, Zhang Qinglan took a step forward, staggering a few steps towards the edge of the giant log.

Ao Zhan's emerald green pupils tightened immediately.

The dome is a hundred meters long and hangs in the air. The young man is thin and thin, and he keeps walking.

As soon as he stepped into the air, he jumped towards the sea of ​​flames surging below!

The moment she stepped into the air, Zhang Qinglan turned her head, her face was calm, and there was no shock in her dark pupils.Looking at Ao Zhanruo's frost-covered face, he raised the corners of his lips and revealed a shallow smile.

Then it was like a crane with a broken wing.

It fell straight towards the center of the vortex of the sea of ​​flames.