"Young man, hand over the remnants of Shicun and send you out of the frontier safely. ”

The old master spoke again, and the vast spiritual power like a sea urged the white bone realm, this place really looked like a closed tomb, a dead Jedi.

The layers of ashes are endless, constantly converging around Tang Yan, and continuing to erode the ghost green fire.

The ashes are being annihilated, and the green fire is also disappearing, which is completely the same way of melting.

The ashes were condensed by the spiritual power of the old master, and the green fire was also prompted by Tang Yan's spiritual power.

This strange melting method sharply consumes the spiritual power above.

But...... The old master is a half-saint, Tang Yan is a third-order martial artist after all, just half a pillar of incense, the old master is calm and indifferent, Tang Yan is already weak, and the Qinghuo realm has been compressed repeatedly, almost close to the body.

You can even see the ashes dissolving in front of your eyes with the green fire, and seeing a few pieces of ashes penetrate the green fire, dissolving your own skin, and the sting is like holding a bone knife to destroy the flesh and skin.

Tang Yan's face was pale, and the Grim Reaper had already embraced him and began to face each other.

This is a real death threat, irreversible and irresistible.

Tang Yan's heart was about to reach his throat, death was so close to the face door, and it was obviously impossible to trigger other martial arts. I am afraid that most of it has been melted before it rushes in front of the old master.

The ancient war knife has no chance to use it at all.

Tang Yan originally thought it was enough to compete with the demi-saints, but now it seems that ...... The gap is still so big.

"Young man, don't let me ruin you. The old master slowly raised his hand, and the ashes in all directions began to gather, forming bone spears one after another, towards Tang Yan's direction.

He moved with killing intent, and the offensive began to have spiritual power, because ...... It gradually discovered some anomalies, which came from the cyan flames on Tang Yan's body.

Can resist the coercion of the demi-saints!Can endlessly dissolve the ashes!What kind of martial art is this?Or is it ...... Special Flame ......

"Ishimura is on me, but...... No one wants to take it away, you ...... Don't think about it!" Tang Yan gritted his teeth, slowly raised his right hand, and a third-order spirit source liquid appeared, which was his current life-preserving treasure, refined from the war bear.

A touch of determination flashed in his eyes, swallowed it violently, and the surging spiritual power surged, like ten thousand horses galloping, impacting the dry veins.

In an instant, the power of the ghost's green fire skyrocketed, and the sweet 'fire spirit' sleeping in the depths of the sea of qi was forcibly awakened, rubbing his bright and pure eyes, revealing a curious look, and then ...... The immature body actually sat cross-legged in the sea of qi.

At the same time, a palm-sized baby appeared on Tang Yan's shoulder, just a silhouette, a baby gathered purely by green fire.

Its appearance gave the ghost Qinghuo that had just exploded an even more terrifying devouring power, instantly annihilating countless ashes, and the range of the Qinghuo realm skyrocketed to only ten meters.

"Ancient War...... Collapse the sky......" Tang Yan screamed at the tip of his tongue, surging spiritual power rushed out, picked up the ancient war knife and slashed proudly, the abundant spiritual power hit the ancient war knife like a torrent, and a brilliant and shocking sword swept across the white bone realm.

Finally have a chance to perform martial arts, kill!

Boom, boom, the white bone realm trembled violently, and a thin gap was torn open, Tang Yan immediately caught it, and rushed towards the gap like lightning at extreme speed.

The ghost green fire was surging, and the manifested fire spirit on his shoulder waved his immature little arms, urging the power of the green fire, causing Tang Yan's strength to skyrocket by three percent in an instant, and he broke through the realm with a wild attitude and rushed into the sky.

At this time......

The entire battlefield was already boiling, and the formation formed by 400,000 soldiers gathered extremely vast spiritual power, turning into a living crane, locking on the Silver Emperor Celestial Eagle who was about to leave.

Tang Yan didn't look back, and withdrew at the extreme speed of the eight-phase thunder seal.

"Huh?" The old master's eyes flashed with a hint of strangeness, and he raised his hand for a while, and the white bone realm extended at the same amazing speed, like an invisible big hand, crossing the space, and grabbing towards Tang Yan fiercely.

"Body Destroying Technique!Flame Eight Heavy Strike!" Tang Yan quickly rotated in the air, urging the ghost green fire with the Flame Eight Heavy Strike, forming an azure sword that stretched for dozens of meters, and slammed into the invisible big hand head-on.

There were no strong energy fluctuations, no shocking visual impact, only a strange spatial ripple sweeping the sky, enveloping the vast battlefield.

The tragic annihilation of the newly formed crane turned into an out-of-control spiritual storm, sweeping the troops all over the mountains, the fire tide of green fire, the ashes of the white bone field, destroying the lives of the army in pieces, pure in the aftermath of the collision, causing the fall of 70,000 lives.

The head-on collision was terrifying, making the entire battlefield fall silent at an alarming speed, and the scarlet blood was shocked under the interweaving of moonlight and snow.

Tang Yan turned his head and stared into the distance, the white bone realm spread out, the old master stood in the air on crutches, the two stared for a short time, Tang Yan retreated without saying a word, crossed the space one after another, and disappeared into the wind and snow.

The Silver Emperor Heavenly Eagle seized the opportunity, broke free from the entanglement of the three generals, and rushed in the direction Tang Yan left.

The old master did not pursue, the hand holding the crutch was trembling faintly, although the spiritual power of the half-saint level was vast, and it suppressed the time of Tang Yan's half-pillar incense. But...... At the beginning of the confrontation, he sensed the anomaly, consuming a cent of cyan flames and consuming ten of his ashes.

This kind of 'ending up together' made Tang Yan exhausted, and also made the old master pay a heavy price, and the consumption of spiritual power was extremely terrifying.

This time, there is no fierce collision, no arrogant fighting, just a silent confrontation, just a perseverance resistance, but it is dangerous, and both sides can feel each other's strength.

The old master silently pondered what kind of flame could compete with his ashes, or the comparison of a loss of ten folds, which almost subverted his cognition.

A Half-Saint-level powerhouse is enough to be proud of any Martial Venerable, and throughout the ages, there has never been an exception, and ten Third-Order Martial Venerables can't kill a Half-Saint.

But this mysterious teenager really confronted himself head-on.

Issue...... It should be on those cyan flames.

The eyes fell on the cyan flames scattered on the battlefield that continued to dance, but the soldiers who were adhered to were quickly devoured, no matter how they were saved, it was difficult to get rid of the entanglement, and soon the time would melt him, and finally ...... The whole person turned into very fine cyan droplets.

If it weren't for careful and quiet observation, you might not have been able to find their existence.

"Master, why are you here? The three surviving Wuzun generals hurried over, and before they had time to wipe the blood off their faces, they knelt down in the air and saluted respectfully.

The old master ignored it, he was quiet in the air for a long time, stepped down step by step, landed in the blank area cleared by the previous shock wave, twisted a drop of cyan liquid the size of a red bean on the ground, and felt it silently for a moment, and the old man's face finally changed: "Ghost Qinghuo...... It turned out to be him......"

"Master, do you have any orders?" the three generals didn't hear the old master's words clearly, and asked cautiously.

"First, inform the royal family that the bloodline of the saint Li Ai has awakened, and we are derelict in our duty and failed to arrest him in time, but was rescued by others and disappeared, and asked the royal family to punish him. ”

"This ......" The three generals looked at each other, a little hesitant.

"Second, contact Tianyan Intelligence and sell ...... No, you don't need to inform Tianyan, you use the power at hand to announce to the outside world that the ghost Qinghuo has appeared in the northern frontier of the Arbitration Kingdom, and its owner Tang Yan has appeared in the world with a disguised posture. ”

"What? That person was Tang Yan just now?" the three generals were shocked.

Tang Yan fled all night, and did not stop until dawn, leaving the northern territory of the kingdom, and appeared in the bloody weeping lakes that the village chief of Shicun had said.

It is a huge group of rolling lakes, almost borderless, and as far as the eye can see, except for the rolling ridges, there are all kinds of lakes, as if they were once an ancient group of mountains, and then the ocean overturned and submerged here, forming a magnificent group of lakes.

The most bizarre thing is that in this group of lakes that cannot be accurately counted, more than half of the lakes are light or light red, and some even look like pure blood lakes, giving people a terrifying feeling.

Tang Yan chose a clear lake, there was a relatively wide one in it, and it was full of dense ancient trees, briefly probed the situation, released the six-winged purple scale python on alert, and quickly meditated on his knees, and operated the immortal Yantian Technique to restore his weak body.

The Silver Emperor Heavenly Eagle followed the breath and chased after him, but he also planted himself in the woods for a long time without relieving himself, without the slightest heroic temperament.