On the bird's head road, in the palace, red fire parasol trees emerge from the fire, exuding scorching brilliance.
Buzz, fine waves appeared, holding a white jade fly whisk, Zhao Qianyang's figure quietly emerged.
Without saying a word, ignoring the roar of the earth and the ripples in the void, Zhao Qianyang stepped into the Red Fire Wutong.
There is another cave, Zhao Qianyang returned to his retreat, this is the Zhuque blessed land of the Zhao family, but today this blessed land has long been dilapidated, but even so, it is still the most important heritage of the Zhao family, containing a variety of precious resources , including the God-Splitting Jade veins necessary for promotion to the Yin God.
A round of golden sun hangs high in the sky, emitting light and heat wantonly. Wutong trees are everywhere, growing out of the fire, and Liyan birds are building nests in the trees and multiplying.
Crossing the sycamore forest, a sea of red fire appeared in front of Zhao Qianyang's eyes. There were various spiritual fires scurrying around like swimming fish, and in the center was a golden lotus. Sitting on the golden lotus was a Taoist priest, whose face was similar to that of a golden lotus. Zhao Qianyang is exactly the same, but his aura has deteriorated a lot, and even exudes an air of decay that cannot be concealed.
Buzz, the Yang God returned to his position, Zhao Qianyang opened his eyes, but at this moment, his originally scattered breath suddenly dropped to a level again, and the breath of life was like a candle in the wind, which would be extinguished when blown.
Clicking, scratching, like cracked porcelain, at this moment, Zhao Qianyang's rickety body revealed fine cracks, and there seemed to be lightning flowing inside, exuding a destructive aura.
"Hey, I just lament that the inheritance of my Zhao family is lacking. If I can truly cultivate the magical power of burning the sky and boiling the sea, how can I allow Han Chan to escape? However, after this incident, Han Chan's demon body was destroyed and the demon soul was burned by the sky fire. If you are lucky enough to survive, you may not be able to make any trouble in a short time."
Letting his injuries worsen, he raised his head with difficulty and looked at the scorching sun in the sky. Zhao Qianyang let out a sigh.
Although the Zhao family is not a top power in the vast land of Zhongzhou, it is still one of the famous families. An ancestor once gave birth to an immortal. This broken Suzaku blessed land was left by that ancestor, but the Zhao family's inheritance of magical powers is incomplete. , or perhaps this inheritance should have been more powerful.
The real magical power of burning the sky and boiling the sea is the real great magical power, but the Zhao family only inherited the part of boiling the sea, and lacked the most important burning sky. When he dealt with the Han Cicada King, he just borrowed the power of the formation. It's just a coincidence, it's far from the real burning the sky and boiling the sea.
"It's a pity that I'm going to die."
Looking at the scorching sun in the sky, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and Zhao Qianyang withdrew his gaze.
Yin and yang are born, and Yangshen Taoists can live for thousands of years. They need to go through nine tribulations, use the power of thunder tribulations to cleanse their souls, and completely refine their yin essence until they reach the realm of pure yang. In this process, every time they pass through a thunder tribulation, the monk's soul The yin quality within the body will fade away, and the life span will be extended by a hundred years.
However, thunder tribulations are more dangerous and more severe each time. Even Taoist monks are walking on thin ice. If they are not careful, they may die and turn into ashes under the thunder tribulation.
Forty years ago, when his life was approaching and it could no longer be extended, Zhao Qianyang chose to undergo the fourth thunder tribulation. He failed, but with the help of the Zhao family's heritage, he did not die directly, but survived.
However, the injuries caused by the thunder calamity were Dao injuries, and it was extremely difficult to repair them. After decades, his injuries not only failed to recover, but continued to worsen.
It is precisely because of this that other forces in the Dali Dynasty have gradually noticed some clues in recent years. Coupled with the overall decline of the Zhao family, these forces have begun to have some small thoughts of their own.
"Although King Han Cicada failed to be completely killed this time, after this encounter, the monsters in the Southern Wilderness will definitely suffer heavy losses, and if they worry about my existence, other forces in the country will be much more stable."
A thought came to mind, and an invisible flame ignited from Zhao Qianyang's body, constantly burning his vitality, causing his life breath to continue to rise, like blue smoke.
Knowing that the injury would be difficult to recover from, Zhao Qianyang used Zhao Wuji and his own Taoist tools as bait to lure King Hanchan to show up.
In order to completely kill the Han Cicada King, Zhao Qianyang used the magical power of the Divine Light Mirror to restore his condition to its peak.
However, once this magical power is used, his way of survival is really cut off. This is a desperate magical power.
"What I can do now is leave the last bit of information for the Zhao family. As for the future... I can no longer control it."
"Life hangs by a thread."
His thoughts were extinguished, his body was decaying, and the red bird was crowing. Under the burning of the flames, Zhao Qianyang's life breath was completely gone, leaving only the last strand floating above his head, like a thread, and he didn't know where it was connected. .
At this moment, many Li Yanques living in the secret territory of Suzaku felt this, and they all let out mournful cries, spread their wings and danced in the sky together, lingering for a long time.
At the same time, deep in the Shiwan Mountain, a golden light roared past at extremely fast speeds. It was none other than the Han Cicada King, but at this time it was extremely miserable.
Not only was the demon body destroyed, leaving only the demon soul, but when it broke through the sea of fire blockade, its demon soul was inevitably exposed to the sky fire, which made it suffer from burning all the time.
"I must rush back as soon as possible. Only with the power of Lingshan can I suppress this sky fire."
With only this thought in his mind, Han Chan King pushed his speed to the extreme. This is the power brought by Honghua.
But at this moment, the Han Cicada King suddenly saw a young monk, riding on the back of a six-tusked white jade elephant, with a golden roc squatting on his shoulders. He had red lips and white teeth. He looked eleven or twelve years old, with drooped eyebrows and a sad face. .
"Amitabha, the poor monk has met the golden cicada benefactor."
Feeling something in his heart, he caught the traces of the Han Cicada King. He put his hands together and bowed, and the little monk tried his best to show a smile on his face.
After hearing this and looking at the little monk who happened to be blocking his way, King Han Cicada suddenly had a subtle feeling in his heart. He had never seen it before, but he felt an inexplicable affection for this little monk. p>
"The donor has a fate with the poor monk, so why not go back with the poor monk, practice Buddhist rituals, recite Buddhist sutras, and understand the true meaning of Vajra, which is really a wonderful thing."
Looking at the Han Cicada King getting closer and closer, the little monk Shan Yuan spoke again, his words were solemn and not a bit joking, and he was not afraid of the demon king's aura that was blooming wantonly, as if the spring breeze was blowing on his face.
Hearing such words, Han Chan King's heart suddenly trembled, and he had an unpleasant feeling. The little monk's cultivation level was not high, he was just a real Yin Shen. According to common sense, even if he was seriously injured at this time, he would still be alive.
It can easily crush such a character to death, but after it actually faced the little monk, it instinctively felt the danger, and its mind was frantically warning it to stay away from the little monk.