The flame was obscure and chaotic, and it was impossible to tell what kind of strange color it was, but it exuded bursts of strange fluctuations, and the three primordial monks behind the high city lord raised the corners of their eyes, and a blazing flame rose from their bodies, and smoke almost came out of their mouths and noses. This frightened them hurriedly and held their breath, and then suppressed the flame rising in their hearts, but the horror in their hearts was beyond words.

"Burning Heart Heavenly Fire!" one of the monks looked at the flame in Gan Ping's hand with a shocked expression, his face full of disbelief, but there was a little surprise. In my own impression, this Burning Heart Heavenly Fire is not like this, but this flame that stirs up the hearts of cultivators, even the hearts of Yuan Infant Cultivators like themselves can shake the flames, what else will there be besides the legendary Burning Heart Heavenly Fire?

The flame was still blazing, and everyone's faces flickered with the beating of the flame, alternating blue and white. It was the heart-burning heavenly fire, but Gan Ping integrated the firepower of the innate Tushi Silence True Flame into it, making this flame look so strange, but this power is the difference between heaven and earth. What was previously stirred by this heart-burning heavenly fire was only the fire of the six thieves of the cultivators, and it could be suppressed by summarizing the mental appraisal and being clear in the mind. However, at the moment, this obviously added material Burning Heavenly Fire was menacing, and it ignited the heart fire of cultivators with such a powerful Qi Yan as the Extinguishing True Flame, what kind of power was that?

Moreover, the monks of the Yao Sun Sect, because of the cultivation of the Burning Sun Occultation Technique, were hit by fire, all of them were lonely yang excited bodies, and they had to find a woman as a furnace to smelt the true yuan on weekdays. The Yuanying Monk of the Yao Sun Sect only felt that an extremely powerful flame was rising from within his dantian, and his lower body was already like steel.

Slightly embarrassed, he pulled up his robe, and the monk hurriedly wanted to run the exercises to suppress this sudden fire. However, it would be better not to run the Sun Occultation Technique, as soon as he activated the exercises, he immediately felt the endless flames shuttling through the meridians, and his entire body had already begun to emit white smoke.

What a strange method, at this time, this Yuanying monk knew why Gan Ping wanted to cut off his rope magic weapon, that obviously has a magic weapon to protect the mind, the strange flame in the hand of this young man will definitely not be able to exert all his strength. However, at this moment, the magic weapon was destroyed, and under the rising flames, he couldn't even run the true yuan, and his talisman magic weapon couldn't be sacrificed at all. The strange flame in this kid's hand turned out to be the nemesis of this sect's mental method!

The horror was beyond words, if the enemy of the Yao Ri Sect had such a terrible thing in his hands, and he displayed it during the battle, I am afraid that although his side would not be restrained, its strength would definitely shrink by half. While controlling his mind, the corners of the Yuanying Cultivator of the Yao Sun Sect showed a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and the three junior nephews beside him were already in flames, crying loudly.

Lu Xiaoyao and Dao Yan and the other three did not have the same cultivation as their uncle, and they couldn't suppress their hearts at all, and the rising flames had already wrapped them heavily. Gan Ping looked at everything in the field coldly, for some reason, the attack of the three primordial babies around him had stopped, and the thunder light like tickling had disappeared, Gan Ping raised his eyebrows and ignored the three primordial infant monks.

A flash of fire was popped out by Gan Ping's fingers, and it went straight into Lu Xiaoyao's body, and the flames in Gan Ping's hand had already dispersed. Daoyan Zhengyang and their uncle sat on the ground as if they had been amnestied, looking embarrassed. It's not that Gan Ping doesn't want to kill these three people, but that although the Yuanying Monk was restrained by himself, he was still a real Yuanying, and he had almost no possibility of killing him.

Today's Miaochengzong is surrounded by four enemies, although Miaochengzong has risen and its strength has increased greatly, but it does not necessarily have to be enemies on all sides. It would be good to get rid of the first evil, if he really showed that he wanted to kill all four of them, he would definitely trigger a crazy attack by the three monks behind the high city lord over there. No matter what their status was, those three monks would not allow themselves to act recklessly and kill one Yuan Ying and three Jin Dan of Yao Ri Sect in front of them.

He has already expressed his attitude, but he just wants this Lu to die freely. Since those three seniors were jealous of their identities and sold face to themselves, they couldn't be unreasonable people. This Lu Xiaoyao killed his cousin, the crime deserves death, and his fight with him is also a personal grudge, even if the Yao Ri Sect smells it in the future, the three monks will be able to cover it up.

Therefore, although the flames on Dao Yan and the others quietly dissipated, the flames on Lu Xiaoyao's body became more and more intense, and in the blazing firelight, the terrible howls were endless, and people were terrified to hear them. Dao Yan and the others on the side covered their chests, large drops of sweat fell from their heads, and they looked at Gan Ping with vicious eyes, obviously extremely resentful.

Gan Ping was unmoved, pinching his fingers and secretly reciting the fire curse. In the light of the fire, there was a drop of purple light Qingning Divine Oil, and Gan Ping was going to use this endless, tragic and abnormal means to torture Lu Xiaoyao. This heart-burning heavenly fire is the angry eye in his heart, and he wants to use this flame to dry up the meridians of Lu Xiaoyao inch by inch, smelt his true yuan, burn his golden pill, and burn his body bones inch by inch into ashes, so as to comfort his cousin's spirit in the sky.

Although he did not retrieve his cousin's body with his own hands, looking at Huo'er's extremely resentful eyes, as well as the rumors about the disciples of Yaori Sect from the outside world, Gan Ping also knew what his cousin had experienced, and what he could do now was to let this Lu Yaoyao die a little slower, a little slower.

The three Yao Ri Sect on the side saw that their eyes were spitting fire, but they couldn't do anything, although Gan Ping did not use this Burning Heart Heavenly Fire on it, but the faint power was entangled around him, and this Qi Yan was so restrained by his own technique. The scorching sun occult the stars is incomparably fierce, but the firepower is scorching, and in the face of this distracting heavenly fire that specifically hooks the cultivators, there is no ability to resist at all.

Seeing Lu Xiaoyao's inhuman form being burned in the distance, a trace of hesitation flashed in the eyes of the high city lord, but he did not say anything to stop it. Gan Ningli's eyes lit up, staring at the flame, his eyes full of happiness.

This Lu Xiaoyao is innocent, Gan Ping hooked the corners of his mouth, and did not pay attention to the head of the Lu family who was kneeling on the ground and begging to the side. If you don't raise your godfather, this Lu Xiaoyao did such a thing, as a father, he also has to take part of the responsibility, Gan Ping is already thankful that he didn't trouble him.

"Little thief, you dare!" A violent and scorching voice came from mid-air, and one day a fireball fell from the sky, and slapped Gan Ping with a vicious palm, and the monk of the Yao Sun Sect who was on the ground was full of fineness, and the words couldn't help but be joyful, "Senior brother, you are here!"