“Huh~Huh~Huh~”

Xue Qinghan was panting heavily in her mouth, her hands holding the sword were trembling slightly, and her eyes were filled with endless red.

Red flames surrounded the figures. Looking around, it seemed to merge with the sea of ​​fire that filled the world, like endless.

The spear in the figure of Fire pointed at Xue Qinghan. Through the space, he was in the sea of ​​fire, and he still felt a chill. Numb and cold eyes were all gathered on Xue Qinghan's body, as sharp as a sharp sword.

Xue Qinghan wanted to smile bitterly, but she had no extra strength. It was such a difficult thing to pull the corner of her mouth.

Around its body, the red flame smoke had almost condensed into its substance. The swaying red flame was so charming, like a poisonous mushroom. The more beautiful it was, the more it was harder to feel at ease.

The flame has burned continuously from its body to its soul, scorching Xue Qinghan's soul. Xue Qinghan even felt that this strange red flame had merged into his soul, making his soul burn.

In Xue Qinghan's consciousness, such killing has lasted for half a year. Day after day, month after month, fighting with these dead objects, which made him extremely tired and almost collapsed.

It was clearly just a short distance, looking at the endless figure, he felt that it was an inaccessible end, and he could never see the end or find hope.

The strange flames on his body continued to accumulate and burn, but seemed like a prank, and would not cause fatal damage to him, but they just challenged the limits of his endurance again and again. He actually felt numb to the severe pain that was like the heart-eating of thousands of ants.

There is hope without death, but the helplessness that is so close but cannot be reached is so desperate. The pain mixed with slim hope and endless despair makes people crazy. How many times have Xue Qinghan been afraid of walking forward again, thinking that he just waits quietly for the flames to burn him out completely, perhaps it is not bad.

But looking at the white beautiful figure with his eyes closed in front of him and the gentle face in his memory, he was so unwilling to accept it, so afraid of losing, afraid of leaving, and afraid of the future he could not know.

There were more and more wounds on the body, and the consumables such as healing medicines and other consumables he brought had been completely consumed. However, there were so many figures blocking the way in front of me.

"Is it still a little bit, a step...is it really a step? Is it really only a little bit?"

Xue Qinghan murmured to himself that every step forward, the figure of flames he faced was increasing exponentially, making it extremely difficult for him to deal with it. He even fell to death several times, and only one breath was left before he took a complete step.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the sword that had a gap in his hand, and Xue Qinghan spat out blood: "Damn it, can you really die here? The old man didn't tell me that it would be so dangerous, and he must settle the score with him."

Xue Qinghan looked at the figure of flames that was constantly used, and a ruthless look flashed in his eyes. Why do these bastards have no breath of life? It makes people unable to even think about pulling a cushion. However, it is the worst ending anyway, right? There is nothing to worry about.

Around the body, the dim Void sword intent boiled again, emitting dazzling light. The void swords condensed and formed a huge sword storm around Xue Qinghan.

Above the sky, a huge and boundless array map slowly outlined, and a sharp aura that cuts space covers the sky and the earth. The endless sword of void hangs down, like a sword rain, endless.

At the same time, a blood-colored light flashed on Xue Qinghan's left hand, rendering his entire left hand into a pure blood-red color mixed with blood. At this time, the evil aura surrounding this hand made people feel palpitations, and the five fingers became like divine spears, with sharp aura even more than the long sword in Xue Qinghan's hand, and it was completely different from the flesh and blood body.

"The Void Forbidden."

Xue Qinghan's long sword was raised in his hand, and the sword intent in the void burst out. With one sword, he saw a huge sword phantom hundreds of feet long condensed into shape. With one sword, a black crack appeared faintly in the space.

"Floating life is ten thousand feet."

At the same time, the void sword energy of Xue Qinghan's body completely exploded, and the sword intent soared upwards, connecting with the sword map above the sky. Then, in the sky, a series of void swords condensed and grew up, drooping like rain, burying the figures of flames.

But these flame figures were, after all, at the same level as Xue Qinghan, and the number was so huge that there were still figures who broke through the boundless sword curtain and broke into Xue Qinghan's body. A spear spear was like a poisonous snake, with a murderous intent.

Xue Qinghan's left hand was also shining with blood. His five fingers were like five blood-colored spears, fighting with the spear in the hands of the flame figure, and actually making a sound of metal and stone attacks. Then, he pierced the heads of the figures without any obstacles, turning into wisps of red flames and melting them around Xue Qinghan's body.

This spear method was learned by Xue Qinghan from the blood-colored jade talisman given by the King of Snow. However, it was just a fragment of the story, and more were derived from it by Xue Qinghan when he was fighting with the flame figure.

There was no setting sun like blood, nor was there a tragic cry. The flames dissipated in front of Xue Qinghan. Xue Qinghan's injuries were getting worse and worse, and the spiritual power in his body was gradually becoming exhausted.

On the contrary, the charming flames surrounding Xue Qinghan's body became increasingly rich and vigorous, which made Xue Qinghan's vision gradually blurry, becoming more and more blurred. Until the end, there was only a blood-red line in Xue Qinghan's vision.

The spiritual power in the body was completely exhausted, and a layer of blood scab was covered with all parts of the body. Xue Qinghan's consciousness began to blur. Finally, the blood red in his sight disappeared, and all the colors disappeared, only darkness.

"After all...is it... ended?"

Numb and cold figures were used, and the spear was cold and like a blood tide, submerging Xue Qinghan's figure.

While being hidden, Xue Qinghan vaguely heard a sigh: "Oh, is it a little bit bad after all? There is no way..."

Xue Qinghan's last consciousness was that if he could wake up, he would definitely scold this bastard for being so bad. It was a little bad? Oh my god, what is it? I still know it was a little bad.

Outside, the Minglong stared at the front. Xue Qinghan took this step and disappeared for half a day. It has not appeared yet. Nothing really happened, right? However, it seems that something has nothing to do with me. The Minglong raised his huge front paws and stroked the dragon's beard. Thinking of this, he relaxed again and watched the show quietly. After being lonely for a long time, everything is interesting to watch.

Suddenly, a huge blood-red flame appeared out of thin air. As the flames swayed, a figure was vaguely wrapped in it, not knowing life and death.

Then, the swaying flame slowly changed, and a ray of light flew out from the pool of blood behind the Nether Dragon and merged into the flame.

The shape of the flame changes rapidly. Finally, a strange red lotus, with a vast and mysterious aura, quietly blooms in the void.

Minglong widened his dragon's eyes and stared at the flame red lotus tightly, with a hint of excitement on his face: "Master? Is it you? Master, are you awakened?"

"It's me."

A misty sound came from the flame red lotus, and the sound could not tell the difference between men and women, slightly cold and sharp.

A hazy figure slowly condensed into shape, with a little illusion on his body, and his eyes were fixed on the figure wrapped in the flame red lotus.

"Master, you finally woke up. I thought it was the karma fiery red lotus that was on its own... You finally woke up, Master..."

Minglong looked at the figure that appeared and his voice was choked, but without a physical body, he would naturally not cry.

Then the huge body of the Nether Dragon standing between heaven and earth changed rapidly. In a blink of an eye, a giant dragon stretching thousands of miles turned into a mini blood dragon that was only about a meter away, surrounding the hazy figure's body.

The hazy figure finally turned his eyes and looked at Minglong, as if he had a slight smile. He reached out and touched Minglong's head.

"Master, are you okay? When can you recover? When we go out, we must..." Minglong asked expectantly, rubbed his head against the palm of the hazy figure's hand.

However, the hazy figure shook his head: "I have been awake for a long time, but at that stop, my body was completely destroyed and my soul was almost destroyed. After so many years of warming up, I have only barely recovered. There is no way to recover here."

"how so?"

"And, I don't have time to recover. The reason why I recovered was because I sensed the accident and was awakened."

"Although I can't sense what happened outside, I know that something must have happened. I need to leave here as soon as possible and restore my strength to prevent an accident."

"Master, do you mean you are leaving?"

"Well, what this person brings is the last key you gave, right?"

"Yes, I gave the boy named Xue five keys, but these two people were able to come here."

"Oh, it's a little bit bad after all, it's too hard." The hazy figure sighed.

"He could not bear the power of the Karma Fire Red Lotus at all. Even if the power of the Karma Fire Red Lotus was almost lost at this time, he still could not bear it. I divided the power of the Karma Fire Red Lotus into countless parts, and rely on the last power to distort the flow of time, allowing him to temper in the battle and adapt to the power of the Karma Fire Red Lotus, but it seems that it is still too forced."

"Is that what the master does? I thought it was the Karma Fire Red Lotus itself. But why are you so anxious? You can still find the right person." Minglong asked.

"There is no time left. When you see the Daoyan chessboard appearing here, can't you think of what happened?"

"Daoyan chessboard, Daoyan chessboard..." Minglong thought for a moment, and suddenly, his face changed drastically, and he said in a lost voice, "I remember, I remember that Daoyan chessboard is... a seal... a formation heart, is this... a... a...?"

"Well, so there is nothing I can do. I can't wait any longer. I can only use this method to lend him to leave here. Moreover, he brought the Daoyan chessboard, then he was destined to be inseparable from this matter. This is his destiny."

The dark dragon was silent, and the hazy figure didn't say anything. In the space, the eternal silence was restored. Only a strange flame red lotus bloomed quietly in the void. At the heart of the lotus, a figure was wrapped in flames, and life and death were unknown.
Chapter completed!