Chapter 137: When the picture is poor, the pillar cracks out

The flames rose and jumped, Qiu Yan's figure also swayed, his eyes fell on the thrush bird that flew out, and as soon as his thoughts turned, the flames condensed into strands, and they swarmed over, enveloping the bird, and it was about to burn!

When he saw Shi Jianhui before, he had explored this bird and found that it was just an ordinary monster, and it couldn't even change its human form, at most it was just an enlightenment, but right now, Qiu Yan didn't dare to be careless, even if it was an ordinary monster, he couldn't be negligent.

Whew, whew!

The flames are so thick that they will burn the bird to the ground!

"It's so ready to go, if you don't move, it's just that, if you move, it's like the sky is collapsing, and you won't leave anyone else with the slightest way out!"

Dong Taishi, who was sitting on the white bone seat, squinted his eyes, looked at the dancing flames below, and sighed in his heart.

In just a few breaths, the situation was reversed, and the two crazy gods he released were entangled in the earth and fire before they could make a move, and then Shi Jianhui, who had a ghost in his heart, was also instantly flipped and fell into a sea of fire, and his life and death were in danger.

"I originally wanted to find the silver girl, but I ignored this god, but now it seems that I have found a treasure! This god has a good heart and vicious means, if he can win it over, it will definitely become the cornerstone of the restoration of the Great Qi! Well, he seems to have a good relationship with the silver girl......

Thinking of this, Dong Taishi's eyes turned, and his gaze fell on Yin Xiao'e, who was also shocked by the sudden change, and her side was also full of earth fire, but the flames had spirits, and they were bypassing her body, not a single bit.

At this moment, Yin Xiao'e is thinking up and down.

Qiu Yan led the Lianxi Department to make fire, and had some insight into the way of flames, but he didn't expect that it had reached such a level! The earth fire in this heaven and earth is fierce and abnormal, full of destructive artistic conception, and ordinary gods and monks, even if they get closer, are in danger. But Qiu Yan can actually mobilize earth fire and use it to hurt the enemy!

She was sighing, suddenly her heart felt something, and her face showed surprise!

At the same time, Master Dong was also aware of it and looked at the flame!

In the flames, a thrush bird spread its wings and chirped, and three clouds of jade-colored talisman light and shadow appeared on its body!

"Hmm!"

Qiu Yan suddenly snorted, and the core talisman in his body vibrate, and the part that belonged to Lu Yuanshan jumped rapidly. There is a tendency to break free and leave the body!

"What's going on?" While surprised, Qiu Yan's perception also enveloped the thrush, and his heart shook after noticing a few clouds of light and shadow of the talisman seal, and from one of the talisman seals, he sensed the feeling of luck and luck.

"It's ...... The deity of the Great Mountain God of Jiuling Mountain!"

This feeling of luck connection, Qiu Yan is not unfamiliar, but the connection between them is very weak, only vaguely existing, if it is not for the earth fire calcining talisman seal. It has sparked a connection between the gods, and I am afraid that it will not be revealed at all.

"This bird is just an ordinary monster, why does it have the talisman seal of Jiuling Mountain, and not only that. Next to the Jiuling Mountain rune seal, it seems to ......"

At that moment, a scream was heard from the depths of the flames—

"What a little god, ruined my reincarnation!"

Crunch, crunch!

In the depths of the intense earth fire, a white skeleton slowly came out. It walked and collapsed in less than a breath. The skeleton of the legs completely collapsed, and the flames burned without a trace, and the skeleton of the upper body fell to the ground, and in the middle of the ribs, there was a red-glowing, round pill, spinning around.

"What is this?"

Qiu Yan's pupils shrank, and he felt a terrifying coercion from the pill, but then he didn't delay, and his mind controlled the earth fire to rush over, but it was already too late!

Sou!

Danmaru flew out at once, hit the thrush and melted into its body!

Then, the bird's body swelled and its feathers faded, and the bird's head turned into a human head, and the black silk hair fell down, and the wings became two arms, and the Qianqianyu hand gently stirred it, and the bird's legs stretched out, and the white, round legs were derived.

In the blink of an eye, a palm-sized bird became a naked woman, with the same appearance as Shi Jianhui, full of demonic energy, and her eyes were full of anger!

Three clusters of light surrounded her, changing and uncertain, and the phantom shadows of the mountains appeared, exuding a heavy aura, as if as soon as they landed, they could take root and penetrate the earth.

"The reincarnated body of my life, how many years before and after, how many precious heavenly and earthly treasures have been used, before I have such a cultivation, my qi and blood vitality are almost at the peak, and I want people to be united with Dan!

The more the woman thought about it, the more distressed she became, and the anger in her heart became more and more vigorous!

Whew!

The demon wind howled, dragging her out of the ground and shrouded in fire, the woman waved her hand, and wisps of colorful clothes emerged, hanging down like huge feathers, clinging to her, covering several places on her body, and then her eyes turned, her eyes fell on Qiu Yan, and the firelight was reflected in her eyes, revealing a mixture of hatred and jealousy.

Suddenly, the demonic anger was soaring!

"What an amazing demonic spirit! It's the king of Tongshan! No wonder! No wonder!"

Seeing this situation, many questions in Qiu Yan's heart were instantly penetrated!

"No wonder he can run rampant in the southern boundary of Ningfu! No wonder he can recognize me as the god of the Yuan Mountain! No wonder ......"

Qiu Yan turned his thoughts, and the flames passed through like a long snake with dexterity, rushing towards the newborn Shi Jianhui!

"Since you have reached this point, there is no need to hide it!" Shi Jianhui sneered, facing the incoming earth fire, his arms instigated, and the whole person quickly retreated, swept past Dong Taishi's seat, reached the totem pole, and then turned around and grabbed it!

Bang!

The towering totem pole swayed!

"What are you doing!?"

Everything happened too suddenly, even Taishi Dong didn't expect it, until Shi Jianhui stabbed the totem with his hand, he came back to his senses, subconsciously roared, and then disappeared from the white bone seat, rolled up the yin wind, and pressed down overwhelmingly towards Shi Jianhui!

When the strong wind hit, Shi Jianhui's body did not move, the demonic energy on his back was agitated, and the three groups of divine light converged, manifested into a human form, rushed upward, and collided with Dong Taishi.

Divine light, yin wind, scattered and exploded!

"Master Dong! You have been sitting here for a hundred years in vain, but you are in Baoshan without knowing it! Do you think I came to this place of reliction to pick the sun? Joke! The real treasure has always been under your nose!"

As he spoke, Shi Jianhui's two hands were inserted into the totem pole, and then he pulled it violently!

Smack!

The bottom of the totem pole cracked, and then, there was a burst of reading sound from the crack!

The sound of the book flowed in all directions, as if someone was whispering in their ear.

"What sound?"

Everyone present, including the crazy gods who screamed in the earthfire, were stunned, and in a trance, they seemed to see a figure with a crown and a broad belt, holding a carving knife, reading by candle and night, and annotating a scroll of bamboo slips.

It's just that this bit of light and shadow dissipated in a blink of an eye, and everyone's minds recovered.

Dong Taishi was a volley of claws, scratching the divine light human form, and did not stop, still rushing forward, the momentum of the whole person climbed to the extreme, revealing the artistic conception of death, loneliness, and decay, and the entire tribe around it corresponded, and in the dilapidated thatched hut, Dao ghosts poured out, rolling death!

The cry continued, the ghosts floated, the wind gusted, and this tribe instantly became a ghost! (To be continued......

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