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The first thousand nine hundred and eighth chapter ancient magic art

It was not until Huo Yue was young that Huo Rong returned to Jihuo Gate. At that time, he was very gloomy and often killed people.

It was not until a few years later that Huo Rong's emotions gradually stabilized, and Huo Yue finally knew about his brother's existence.

Ouyang Qiaoer also said that Huo Rong might have other means.

It is not a method of the Extreme Fire Gate.

These two points combined together make Qin Cheng 80% sure that Huo Rong is indeed hiding something secret.

Everyone was also shocked.

Huo Rong still has a trump card?

Even outside the polar region, the Lord of Jihan Palace looked at Huo Chong strangely.

"Master of Fire Sect, is it necessary? If I remember correctly, the magic that Huo Rong obtained from there is incomplete."

"Even if it is a broken technique, it is still the top ancient magic skill. Once Rong'er uses it, Qin Cheng will be in vain without a few breaths. If Sister Mu is worried that Qin Cheng will be injured, it is better to let him surrender." Huo Chong sneered.

"The Master of Huo Sect is going to fight to the end. Huo Rong uses that method, but he will never stop until he dies." Jihan Bing Palace also said coldly.

Huo Rong named Qincheng's life-and-death battle in public, with the purpose of making the huge resources in the bet between the two.

But when Huo Rong's incomplete magic skills were used, the two of them really had to divide life and death.

"Why, are you scared?"

Huo Chong sneered.

"I hope Master Huo Sect, don't regret it."

The Lord of Jihan Palace frowned and looked at the sky above the Holy Mountain.

She did not say anything to dissuade Qin Cheng, because she knew that at this point, Qin Cheng would not admit defeat.

But can Qincheng resist the ancient magic skills?

"Haha, I didn't expect that my guess was true. You are so lucky. Not only did you get the mental technique of the Heavenly Fire Immortal Lord, but his magic technique, and a more concise Taoist image. I won one end and I won't blame myself."

Hearing Qin Cheng breaking his trump card, Huo Rong shook his head, and then he burst into laughter, his smile becoming more and more ferocious.

"But, your good luck has come to this."

As Huo Rong spoke, the flames outside his body completely dissipated.

His face seemed to be stained with ink and became dark and deep.

Above him, the hot breath became cold and weird, and pure black aura continued to hover around his body and spread.

"Standing here, with the attention of everyone, I cannot lose, so no matter what I do, you must die."

Huo Rong's dark eyes stared at Qin Cheng on the other end of the void.

"Qincheng, you have a painful past that has evoked me. It is an experience that I don't want to mention in my life. Now, I have to kill you with everything I have gained from that experience, and you will pay the price for it."

Huo Rong licked the corners of his lips, and his expression suddenly became crazy.

Bang bang bang bang!

His face and exposed skin suddenly burst, and countless cracks appeared.

"ah!"

Huo Rong let out a heart-wrenching scream as if his whole body exploded, and blood gushed out along the wounds all over his body.

What makes people feel trembling is that after the bright red blood on his surface gushed out, the subsequent blood was completely dark black blood.

These black blood, carrying thick black air, overflowed from the wound and sank around Huo Rong.

As the black light filled, Huo Rong's skin became deeper, but his blood and eyes turned black.

At this time, he was like a black hole, and the space around him was distorted by his existence.

A biting cold and evil aura emanated from him, and the air around him suddenly dropped, like ice.

The breath spread all over the world, causing many monks to tremble at their bodies.

Seeing this scene, the monks' expressions changed again and were stunned.

"What is Huo Rong's method? It looks like the Demon Lord's martial arts."

"The Upper Realm Continent has long been strictly prohibited from using the Demon Lord's methods. Huo Rong is so bold that he has practiced the ancient magic skills?"

"Fellow Taoist, you've misunderstood. It's not the ban on demonic skills, but the vicious techniques that are cruel and bloodthirsty and killing, and often destroy hundreds of millions of mortals to practice exercises. Huo Rong seems to be just self-harm. Besides, even if it's that kind of method, there are many people practicing secretly."

"I wonder which is better, this method or Qincheng's Taoist Elephant Immortal Art."

While everyone was talking, there were also voices in Qincheng's consciousness.

"Master, the aura of Huo Rong is so cold. It seems to be a breath that is born to restrain each other with me. The extremely yin aura is very powerful, which makes my soul tremble."

Yang Zun shrank deep in Qincheng's sea of ​​consciousness. When he noticed this breath, he couldn't help but remind him nervously.

"The most fire is the most yin."

Qin Cheng's heart was slightly moved. Without Yang Zun's words, Qin Cheng could also feel this powerful and gloomy aura.

But he never expected that Huo Rong's trump card was actually a skill that was incompatible with Huo Rong's own methods.

As he saw Huo Rong's body, the black aura became more and more intense, Qin Cheng's eyes became colder, and he could not watch Huo Rong complete some transformation with peace of mind.

This transformation made Qin Cheng instinctively feel the threat.

Suddenly, the golden fire dragon, which had recovered 90% of its strength, flew proudly.

Its pair of dragon eyes locked on Huo Rong, who was groaning in pain, quickly passed through the void, raised its golden dragon claws, and slapped at Huo Rong's body.

The sharp dragon claws wanted to completely penetrate Huo Rong's body.

However, just as the two dragon claws fell down with violent spiritual energy, Qin Cheng's expression changed slightly.

Because just as the dragon claw approached Huo Rong, the black air on the other party's body actually rotated at a high speed.

Without Huo Rong's control, this black air naturally chose to protect the master, as if he had life on his own.

Kick!

The dragon's claws stretched out from the fire dragon were shattered by the fierce black air storm before they could touch Huo Rong, and then turned into fragments and scattered.

"roar!"

The golden fire dragon roared, and although both claws were lost, it did not reduce its ferociousness.

Qin Cheng stretched out his hand again, and the giant dragon suddenly opened its mouth, and a mouthful of dragon breath spurted out, shattering the black gas, and then biting it at Huo Rong.

He wanted to see if this black gas could crush the fire dragon's hands and could even destroy the entire fire dragon.

Black blood flowed all over his body, and Huo Rong's face twitched, as if he was suffering endless pain.

Looking at the golden dragon that was attacking, Huo Rong raised his trembling fingers and quickly wiped away the last talisman on his forehead.

"Qincheng, you forced me!"

The sealed aura was completely released at this moment.

Boom!

Just as Huo Rong lifted all the restrictions on cultivation, a dazzling black light burst out from his body.

On the skin, there were thousands of cracks, like a fountain at this moment, tens of thousands of drops of black blood burst out.

The blood combined with the black light surrounding Huo Rong was like coming alive, twisting and turning into a ferocious and terrifying demon.

All of this is done in an instant.

"Qincheng! I wanted to spare your life, but now you will die!"
Chapter completed!
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