Under the scorching flames, his head, his limbs, and even his heart were slowly deforming, slowly melting.

His whole body was already scorched.

However, he could not die, and could only endure the torture of the flames there.

In the flames, parts of his body slowly vanished, merging with the flames.

At this time, he thought that he was going to die, he thought that he would be relieved immediately, and there was even a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

However, a miracle happened suddenly, and the limbs, heads, and hearts that had been scorched and melted slowly grew out again, and continued to endure the scorching flames.

The pain he had just experienced made him try all over again.

After those parts of the body are scorched and melted by the flames, they grow back and continue to endure the torments of the flames, and so on.

He really can't survive, and he can't die.

Then, only a cold voice sounded in his ears, saying: How does it feel to see yourself being scorched by the flames you cast?

It was Lan Yutang's voice.

Huo Longxie held his head, gasping for breath, and then, looking around, he realized that he had just entered the illusion.

Lan Yutang's flute suddenly stopped, one end of the immortal jade flute coldly pointed at the fire dragon xie, and the flower protection bell on it made a cold jingle sound, like a call from hell, and said coldly:

Hmph, Huo Longxie, that's it, your spirit has been completely crushed by the sound of my flute, and all that's left is a dead empty shell.

In order to show the compassion of Buddhism and let you no longer suffer from the loss of your spirit, then let my flute sound send you on your last journey.

After that, he put the immortal jade flute as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose to his mouth, intending to blow out a deadly soul burial song, Fengzhizhen Requiem.

At this moment, Huo Longxie did not react at all.

He just held his head, as if he was still trapped in the illusion just now and couldn't extricate himself, and then, his arm spasmed slightly, and he suddenly knelt there, and the expression on his face didn't know whether it was fear or a smirk, and said in a low voice: Hmph, do you think I will win if I am defeated, in fact, Boss Bai ......

As soon as the words fell, the earth of the entire Lonely Smoke Inn shook suddenly, like an isolated island hit by the waves, like a volcano about to erupt.

Then, the rafter tiles on the roof fell, and five men in black stood in the hole that had just been broken by the blastwave of Fire Dragon's teeth.

There was no sound, no movement, not even murderous aura, only a cold feeling, like five crows standing on the branches of a deserted grave in the middle of the night.

The five of them were completely obscured by a wide cloak, and they couldn't see their faces, their figures, their genders, or their origins.

The five of them stood coldly in the hole in the roof, looking at everything in the inn, not knowing what they were going to do.

After the five people appeared, all of them were stunned for a moment.

And Lan Yutang was originally going to blow out the Phoenix Town Requiem to destroy Huo Longxie's spirit and body for the final time, but now when he saw the five people suddenly appear, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

And in the moment when he was suddenly stunned, the five black-clothed people suddenly made a move, and a black object shot out from under the wide black robe, attacking Lan Yutang and Xiang Fang.

Lan Yutang and Xiang Fang jumped away, and then, the black object immediately hit the ground, flashing with a delicate and dazzling light, forming a gossip color behind them.

Looking closely, that black thing is actually a human skeleton, a skeleton in the shape of gossip.

The gossip skeleton missed, and then purple smoke emitted from it, and the smoke had a strong fishy smell and choked people's nose and throat.

In the smoke, five people suddenly jumped down from the roof, and in groups of two, they attacked Lan Yutang and Kuaidao Xiangfang respectively.

Due to the intrusion of poisonous smoke, the martial arts of the two were greatly reduced, and they couldn't see the direction and moves of the other party's attack at all.

And these five people seem to have long been accustomed to attacking the enemy in the dense fog, and the gossip skeletons in their hands are specialized in the vital parts of Lan Yutang and Xiang Fang, and the acupoint recognition technique is accurate and stable.

The four of them attacked Lan Yutang and Xiang Fang, and the remaining black-clothed man went straight to Huo Longxie, and then picked up Huolongxie, who had fallen to the ground and couldn't move, and jumped out of the hole in the roof again.

When the four attackers saw that the man had succeeded, they all stopped their attack, and jumped from the hole to the roof of the house, and then disappeared as fast as the spirits of the dead.

Lan Yutang and Xiang Fang were stunned, as if they still didn't believe that there were still masters in the world who shot so quickly, and there were such a group of unchangeable weirdos.

Who are these men in black?

What is their relationship with Fire Dragon Seop?

Just now, when Huo Longxie was about to die, what did he say about Boss Bai?

These questions seemed to be a big net one after another, covering the two of them tightly, puzzled, and then, looking at each other, the expression on their faces did not know whether it was surprise or doubt.

And at this time, they suddenly realized that the smoke in the gossip skeleton had slowly dispersed, and they could see the surrounding things clearly.

And by this time, the sycamore and the red willow had also returned to the inn.

In the face of those thrilling scenes just now, although the two of them were panicked, the expressions in their eyes were completely different.

When Wutong came in, the first thing he saw was Xiang Fang's hand, and after seeing that Xiang Fang's hand was still as white as jade and intact, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

In this world, there is nothing more important to her than these hands.

Although she likes Xiang Fang, she prefers Xiang Fang's hands, these hands are like a fate destined in a previous life, once she leaves, she will never come again.

And what Wutong cares about in his eyes is completely Lan Yutang.

After experiencing the burning of the fire dragon and the invasion of the gossip skeleton of the black-clothed man, she couldn't hold back her tears anymore when she saw Lan Yutang standing in front of her unharmed.

Lan Yutang inserted the immortal jade flute into his waist, and then, with a smile, walked over and gently held her in his arms.

Wutong walked towards Xiang Fang, or towards his hands, although Xiang Fang smiled slightly, and when he was about to take the smiling Wutong in his arms, his face suddenly changed, and then, collapsed to the ground.

Just now, although he successfully split the attack of the fire dragon Xie Fire Dragon, but it also cost a lot of real strength, coupled with the sudden invasion of the black-clothed man, although he did not hurt his muscles and bones, but his chest was still hit by the other party's gossip skeleton, and there was a faint pain.

The pain then turned to paralysis and he collapsed to the ground.

Wutong hurriedly ran over to hold him and held him in his arms.

Xiang Fang looked at her, suddenly smiled bitterly, and said slowly: Are you very disappointed, because I died, these hands will become yours, but God didn't let me die.

Wutong looked at him, and then, his eyes suddenly fluttered, and he shed two lines of tears, and said in a trembling voice: If I say yes, will you be very sad?

Xiang Fang didn't speak, just smiled bitterly.

Wutong suddenly hugged him tightly, put his head on his back, and said loudly: I thought that all I cared about was your hands, but now I know that in fact, I care more about your people.

Xiang Fang didn't speak, just smiled, laughed very secretly, and smiled very satisfied.

Lan Yutang looked at him, and then walked towards the few gossip-shaped skeletons left by the black-clothed man, and found that they were actually thrown into the ground by the black-clothed man out of thin air, firmly embedded there, as if they had taken root.