This is a world of flames. The terrifying flames burning, every trace of burning everything is enough to burn everything, making people shocked. Through the flames, looking into the distance, you can see the illusion of stars, as if interpreting the mystery of the universe.

But at this moment, Zhaoming had no interest in those things, and just stared at the person in front of him.

Looking at the person wearing a black cloak in front of him, Zhaoming was shocked. It was not because he had never seen the other person, but in an instant, he felt an indescribable weirdness. There was an indescribable meaning wrapped around the person in front of him, as if he had transcended the illusion brought by the karma fire and was no longer a person in this world.

"You're going to die, you know?"

The man in a black cloak said softly again.

Zhaoming wanted to speak, but found that he was so tired that he could not even move his tongue, and his body was exhausted and dying.

"Are you afraid of death?" asked slowly by the man in a black cloak.

"I'm not afraid of death!" Zhaoming wanted to yell loudly, but was powerless to do it and could only roar in his heart.

What’s strange is that it was clearly the voice in your heart, but the other party seemed to hear it and shook his head slightly: “No, you are afraid of death. In fact, it’s not just you, anyone will be afraid of death. But if death is valuable, you will choose to ignore the horror of death in your heart.”

"It seems that death is like returning, and regards death as a way to return. It seems that the courage to be fearless of death is actually more appropriate to say that it is a hint in the heart. If you are not afraid of death, why should you imply that your death is just a way to return?"

If you are really not afraid of death, why should you imply that your death is the way back... This made Zhaoming feel shocked, as if he had thought of something, but he couldn't think of it.

The man wearing a black cloak continued: "Many people think they are brave and powerful, but they don't notice at all. Everything is actually pretending, and their true hearts are so timid and eager for protection."

This made Zhaoming's heart tremble again, and he became extremely angry, as if someone had a scar uncovered, and his anger was overwhelming.

"Are you angry?" The man in a black cloak smiled and said, "You should be angry. Because I am talking about you."

"You think you are strong, and others think you are amazing, but only you know that you are far from as strong as you imagined. You always long for someone to protect you in your heart, just like being protected by Acao in the demon garden."

"You are cowardly in your heart, you have a body of magical powers, an unparalleled body, but only a cowardly heart. It cannot bear everything you have. When the wind is smooth, there will be no trouble. Once something difficult to face will be vulnerable."

"Life is like a dangerous peak. If you don't have the courage to climb to the top, you can only fall into the deep ravine."

"It is not shameful to be afraid of death, because no one is not afraid. Only fear can one be respected, and only by fear can one understand the preciousness of life. Not daring to face it is shame. Because that is the mind of the weak."

"To death is like to the magical realm of the heart. Not taking heaven and earth as the most important thing, not taking the feather as light, and facing it calmly is the true nature of a hero!"

“…”

The man in a black cloak said slowly, regardless of what Zhaoming was thinking or what he was about to say. In a vague way, Zhaoming suddenly felt an indescribable strange feeling. The other party did not seem to say these words to him, but it seemed that every sentence was waking up something.

I don’t know how long I said it, but every word seemed to be engraved on the soul, making Zhaoming unable to forget it.

After the other party finally stopped, Zhaoming wanted to react, but found that he could not do it at all. The forced eyelids slowly hang down, and an extreme feeling of fatigue appeared in his heart. The voice gradually disappeared and his consciousness gradually blurred.

"Things are not over yet, you can't die!"

I vaguely heard the man in a black cloak say this, and then I felt like I was lifted up and separated from my body, and I fell into chaos and darkness, and the world collapsed.

After everything was reorganized, this time he suddenly came into a starry sky. A majestic figure appeared in front of him, his eyes were like the sun and the moon, swallowing the galaxy, and a dark golden bell above his head, with a terrifying breath. When he turned around, his facial features were clearly exactly the same as himself.

Pangu... Zhaoming was shocked. He never expected that this illusion would be Pangu.

It was obvious that Pangu in front of him did not mean to tell him why the two looked exactly the same. He exuded a violent aura and he raised his hand and punched him.

"Ao!"

A dragon roar resounded through the world, and the fist power surged out, turning into a golden dragon-shaped energy, and came to fight against him.

Dragon Fist, the world-class boxing technique that Pangu once shocked the world in the last era. Although he could do it, his power was more than a little different. Only the momentum like the momentum in front of him is the boxing technique that truly conforms to the supreme heaven and earth.

The golden dragon-shaped energy roared and rushed towards him, winding his body, and arrived instantly.

I couldn't sit and wait for death. This thought lasted for a lifetime. Zhaoming raised his hand, condensed a flower of Taoist patterns, and slapped it directly.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the result was no suspense. Zhaoming was bombed into pieces and was directly annihilated. It seemed as if the galaxy was more than sand and dust, the strength of the two was much different.

The world was broken and reorganized again, and Na Ba Jue's figure could be seen. Without too much communication, he raised his hand and punched him again.

The dragon fist was raging, and Zhaoming was immediately smashed to pieces as soon as he made a counterattack move, and there was no residue left.

Broken, reorganized, Pangu, and another punch. The force of the fist that opened the world suddenly made Zhaoming have an invincible idea, and he felt even more frightened. He didn't dare to deal with it anymore, so he turned around and left. But how could he escape from the Bajue's punch and be directly annihilated.

It broke again, reorganized again, repeated again and again, and battles with huge strength disparity, without any change. Under Pangu's terrifying dragon fist, Zhaoming had no chance at all.

He thought of various ways, intending to escape, but how to do it. The repeated deaths and rebirths made Zhaoming numb and didn't know how to deal with it.

Don't return to the bottom of the cliff.

Lihua looked ahead with a look of astonishment, wrapped in Zhaoming's karma fire, which suddenly became even more violent. As the blazing burned, it was like a pillar of fire that rushed towards the clouds and directly penetrated the entire abyss of Bugui Cliff.

"How could this happen?" Li Hua was shocked. She didn't know much about things like karma.

Sun Jiuyang was originally moving and twisting his body, and was also frightened by the sudden movement. After carefully watching, he frowned and said in confusion: "It's weird, why do I feel like this karma fire is fighting against some force?"

Then he shook his head and said, "Don't be anxious, karma fire is equal to heart fire. Now that karma fire is so strong, it means that the heart fire is also strong. In short, he is not dead yet. Besides, he has been burned for five years, and he will die long ago if he dies. Wait, maybe he will wake up tomorrow."

He changed his face and said, "Girl, I've been thinking about making a pen by myself these days, but I don't know how to make it. Why don't you lend me a pen and give it to me and I'll pay it back to you soon."

"I'm serious, I use character guarantees, can't you give me some reaction?"

"Girl..."

In the fire of karma.

Zhaoming was constantly killed and killed countless times, enough to make a plan of millions. From the initial struggle to numbness, he no longer had any expectations, because in the end it would only turn into despair, so it would be better to let it go.

It was bombarded, broken, and reorganized again.

"ah!"

With a loud shout, Pangu waved his fist and the dragon fist attacked.

With a loud "boom", the vitality of heaven and earth seemed to blend in like water and fire, and was annihilated madly. The energy fluctuated everywhere, and a large galaxy shattered, and countless cracks could be seen extending and making cracks in the void.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood was spit out, and Zhaoming was knocked away like a meteor, shattering countless stars, and I don’t know where it fell.

Standing still, he was dizzy and came back to his senses for a long time. Zhaoming was shocked and inexplicably, this time, he was not dead.

When I explored my body again, I was stunned for a moment. The true energy in my body was almost as powerful as the entire world. With a raising my hand, I condensed the flower of Taoist patterns, which was extremely relaxed.

What's more special is that at this moment, the Taoist patterns are not only entangled with the Taoist patterns that you understand, but also the more powerful and indistinct Taoist patterns. It seems that as long as you have the heart, all the flame power can be easily picked up.

If so... Zhaoming moved his heart and raised his hand, he condensed the flower of Taoist patterns and condensed the power of flames.

In the blink of an eye, a small sun shining with gray light appeared in his hand. This time it was not only gray light, but all turned black.

Cang Yan Jie, this magical power that takes a very long time to display on weekdays can be released at will at this moment.

As soon as my heart moved, the flying fire meteor condensed around my body, no longer five, but nine. It exuded a chaotic aura, no longer just ordinary flames, as if it was like nine real sun stars.

What a power this is, Zhaoming felt panic and was too unreal.

Before I could figure it out, I suddenly felt the space ahead trembling and shattering. The majestic figure rushed over as if it had traveled through time and space. When I raised my hand, I punched me with an extremely domineering punch.

Zhaoming was shocked and activated the flying fire meteor to circumvent it. He quickly fled on the Pear Fairy Step.

Such a powerful force is extremely fast, just like traveling through time and space, countless galaxies pass by.

But facing Pangu, there was no advantage in this speed. Nine flying fire meteors were directly shattered and hit hard with big strides. In the blink of an eye, they chased behind him again, raised their hand and punched him again.

"boom!"

Blood in his mouth spurted, like a blood-colored galaxy, and a big hole was penetrated in his chest, causing severe pain all over his body.

Zhaoming gave all his strength to turn into infinite flames to resist, desperately recovering his body and continuing to escape.

But before the power of the world, everything was futile. Pangu strides forward and instantly approaches. The dragon fist is blasting out, and the bell sounds shaken, like destroying the world.

Zhaoming struggled for a long time, but finally couldn't resist it, and turned into ashes between the golden dragon-shaped Qi and Zhong Bo.

Broken, reorganized.
Chapter completed!