The mental power was activated and rushed towards the three Dao patterns. As soon as he got closer, he saw that the three Dao patterns emitted infinite red light, as if three rounds of scorching sun were slowly flying towards Zhaoming.

At this moment, not only Zhaoming, Sun Jiuyang and Lihua, but also all the monks outside the ladder could see clearly. They were three things refined by Pangu with their supreme magical powers, emitting the light of mysterious truth, making people feel as if they saw the mighty power of heaven and could not resist, and they seemed to see the true essence of Tao, and were intoxicated.

"It did it, he really did it!"

"The ninety-ninth floor, the ninety-ninth floor ladder!"

A large number of monks whispered in whispering, infinitely jealous, and even some even clenched their fists, trembling constantly, making it difficult to control themselves.

"Is this the magical power left by the legendary creation of the world? How powerful will it be!"

Some monks also opened their eyes wide and were full of expectations and could not extricate themselves.

The three Dao patterns were pulled by Zhaoming's mental power and slowly approached. Soon after, they arrived near the Purple Mansion. As soon as they touched the Purple Mansion, they immediately seemed to melt the ice and snow, turning into infinite red light and flew into Zhaoming's Purple Mansion.

In an instant, Zhaoming's eyes changed a lot, the stars rose and fell, the sun rose and the moon fell, and the vastness of the universe and the starry sky appeared in front of him.

Vaguely, it seemed as if the morning bell and evening drums were ringing, gathering into a mixed and heavy voice in his ears to slowly chant. The sound was like a song and a cry, but it seemed that it used some magical power to understand the mind and the mind, so that Zhaoming could quickly understand what was narrated in the sound.

Three Dao patterns hide three magical powers. Although the Nine-headed Emperor only deduced with his unpredictable strength of gods and ghosts, he said it very accurately.

The first magical power is the art of fire escape. The entire world is built on the basis of the five elements. The flame path pattern does not exist only in the flame. In all parts of the world, except for some extremely special places, there are almost all flame path patterns.

The principle of the Fire Escape Art is to take an ordinary path, use the flame path pattern as a bright road, enter from a certain place, and then exit from a certain place, and naturally complete this movement that is almost comparable to space transfer.

However, this magical power is very difficult to practice. Not to mention ordinary cultivators, even if Zhaoming can see the flame pattern, he can only comprehend it. If he wants to use it freely, he may have to obtain the Taiyi Golden Immortal or even the sub-saint realm.

The second magical power is the flying fire meteor, which uses the flame pattern and the power of its own flame to condense it, and then absorbs the flame power between heaven and earth to assist in the support of the true qi in the body.

What controls them is not true qi, but mental power and flame patterns. This is like letting you have several more hands, easily dealing with various battle situations.

The determinant of the amount of condensed is not a pure realm. It mainly depends on the degree of understanding of flames. Each time one more Taoist pattern is understood, one more flame can be added and it will be more powerful.

The third magical power disrupts the five elements. This is the magical power that the Nine-headed Emperor regards as the creation of heaven and earth, and directly disturbs the five energy of life in the target body. If he can practice successfully, not to mention ordinary monks, even cultivators who are stronger than himself will definitely fail once they get hit.

Unfortunately, this kind of magical power is too high for practitioners. It is even more difficult to use, so as to clarify the current situation. Not to mention using it freely, it is impossible to even use it. You can only keep everything in your heart and wait until you can comprehend and use it later.

The three-style magical powers are indeed powerful, but unfortunately, Yi Zhaoming's current strength can only use the second-style magical power. He barely activates the first-style magical power, and as for the third-style magical power, it can only be used as the goal of future practice.

All three sections of Taoist patterns were integrated into Zhaoming Purple Mansion, and the content inside was firmly chiseled and printed in my mind like a stone carving, remembering it clearly.

When everything disappeared. After the ninety-ninth floor of the ladder returned to peace, a loud noise was heard, and the sound of collapse surged like a craze, becoming bigger and bigger. Goodbye, the entire ladder began to produce cracks and began to break down layer by layer.

At this moment, the entire Yanzhou became shaking and the mountains were shaking, and the original fire of heaven and earth was stirring wildly like a mountain collapse and tsunami. The nine heavens were lost, the earth trembled, and cracks appeared at the foundation of the ladder, which became larger and larger, and in an instant it turned into a chasm.

"Not good, run!"

"Oh my God, what did this fire-swallowing demon do?"

"Can it be possible that after moving the ladder, it will affect the entire Yanzhou? Damn it, run away quickly!"

This sudden change made countless monks cry out loud, shouting, using their magical powers to escape. Unfortunately, although the ladder was destroyed, the strange powers still existed here, and no monk could fly at all.

As the cracks on the earth became larger and larger, the entire world began to collapse and sank into the abyss. At the same time, there were a large number of monks who had no time to evacuate, and they didn't even think about evacuating.

Not to mention ordinary monks, even a strong man in the sub-saint realm was instantly swallowed by the crack. The entire fire ladder turned into Senluo Purgatory. In the blink of an eye, more than 100,000 monks died in the drastic changes of the ladder.

"My God, what's wrong with this!" Sun Jiuyang was stunned, stretched out his head to look at the huge changes around him, and his face was panicked.

Li Hua shouted excitedly: "Nigga, Nigga, it's great. It makes these guys have bad intentions. After today, the people of Yanzhou will definitely keep you in mind."

It is probably inevitable to keep it in mind, but Zhaoming is also nervous at this moment, not knowing whether he can handle the situation in front of him.

The cracks in the earth became bigger and bigger, and soon they broke into pieces. A huge cave was transformed into more than 10,000 miles in size. In the blink of an eye, the flames filled the entire cave, like water and tide, and the flames surging. Suddenly, this was not a cave, but it became a huge lake of flames.

"Boom boom boom!"

There were endless roars, and all the monks were in chaos and fleeing in all directions.

Suddenly, a monk flew up while running wildly. After being surprised, he immediately screamed. As the flame ladder was destroyed, the natural prohibition for flight here also disappeared without a trace.

This sudden change made countless monks see hope for escape and use their magical powers to fly.

At this moment, Zhaoming suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from the purple palace. After taking down three sections of Taoist patterns, the oppression power of the ladder disappeared, and the twelfth-grade fire lotus had become activated by his own mental power, and was no longer able to continue.

He raised his hand and collected the twelve-grade fire lotus, then condensed a pair of flame wings with flames, thinking about how to escape.

Although it was no longer as dazzling as the sun before, Zhaoming, who was flying over the Lake of Fire, still attracted the attention of a large number of monks.

"That fire-swalking demon really took away the fire-moving magical powers here."

"I don't know what kind of magical power it is, but it must be amazing."

In the words, the jealousy and envy were particularly clear, and some people even said with anger: "This is the blessing of our Yanzhou. How can an external fire-swallowing demon be taken away?"

"That's right!" A sub-saint rose into the air and shouted loudly: "This is something from our Yanzhou, and we must stay."

The things in Yanzhou, this reason suddenly ignited the war in the hearts of all the cultivators. Before, it was impossible to get close to the restriction here, but now there is no obstacle. At this moment, not to mention Taiyi Jinxian and Daluo Jinxian, even some Jinxian and even Xuanxian cultivators were screaming and killing Zhaoming.

Zhaoming knew that this would happen, so he was prepared for one hand to condense the flower of Taoist patterns and the other hand to quickly condense the power of fire movement.

At the same time, my heart moved and used the Flying Fire Meteor technique in conjunction with the Fire Dao pattern and the Flame Art. In an instant, five Fire Meteors appeared out of thin air around me.

The five fire meteors are exactly the same, and there is a hot sun in the middle, with light shining, and around them are two rings formed by the brilliance of flames, circling across.

The more flame path patterns you can comprehend in this kind of exercise, the more the number. From Yuanhuo to Tianling Fire, Zhaoming must have comprehended eight kinds of flames, but there are only five. If you think about it carefully, it seems that you only start from the fire of the immortal spirit. Yuanhuo, Fengyan and Jiehuo Dao patterns are not within the scope of the exercise.

Although the number was a little less than expected, Zhao Ming was still very happy. These five flying fire meteors were not just the condensed flame power. Every moment they were connected to their own spiritual consciousness and their brains, as if they suddenly had five arms out of thin air, which could be controlled at will, like an arm using fingers.

At this time, the sub-saint who provoked the war again had already reached the end. The Cang Yan Tribulation had not yet been successfully condensed, and Zhaoming immediately controlled the flying fire meteor and killed the sub-saint.

The five stars circled, stirring up endless flames, and directly killed the sub-saint with the change of color in the world.

The Assassin held the flames in his hand and bombarded them with all his might. After fighting, everyone was shocked. Although the Assassin was not damaged, the five flying fire meteors were intact.

A sub-saint was unable to destroy the flame condensed by a Daluo Golden Immortal, which was simply incredible.

Only Zhaoming was not surprised that only a small part of the energy of the flying fire meteor needs to be provided by itself, and the other energy is absorbed by the surrounding heaven and earth. This place has turned into a land of fire, and the power of fire is so strong that it cannot be described.

Absorbing the power of fire, the power of the flying fire meteor here has undergone a qualitative change, and it is not comparable to other places. It is expected to stop a sub-saint.

After a moment of shock, all the monks rushed towards Zhaoming in an even more fanatical manner.

The flying fire meteor has been entangled by the sub-saint, which makes them feel greater hope.

Zhaoming held the Taoist flower with one hand and the condensed flame power with the other hand, allowing the energy of heaven and earth to impact, his clothes were flying, and his face was calm. In an instant, it seemed like a flame king from the world of the sea of ​​fire, which was shocking.

Slowly, approach the two forces in your hands and merged them together.

In an instant, a huge red fireball flashed with a flash of gray light appeared in Zhaoming's hands.

"Cangyan Tribulation!"

The fireball fell, as if the heavenly catastrophe was surging, guiding the power of fire here to turn into a storm and riot in an instant.
Chapter completed!