While thinking about it, Ye Qing, who was like charcoal, blew out a wisp of green smoke from his mouth, and a seemingly non-existent vitality came out of his body.
"He's not dead. It scared me a lot."
Seeing this, Yipou breathed a sigh of relief and quickly drank a drop of creation water to calm down his shock.
However, although it was certain that Ye Qing was not dead, his vitality was very weak, like a candle in the wind.
It's hard to tell what kind of state Ye Qing is in now even if he is poor.
However, slowly, Yipou discovered that all the Purple Sun True Fire in the room gradually gathered in the direction of Ye Qing. Ye Qing's surroundings became hot and bright, surrounded by wisps of purple flames, like a big sun.
Except for Ye Qing's position, the temperature in other places in the room actually dropped, not as unbearable as before.
"Hey, it looks like everything's fine."
Yipo's eyes lit up and he breathed a sigh of relief. If he killed Ye Qing, his crime would be huge.
Time passed little by little. About an hour later, accompanied by a burst of chirping like a hundred birds chirping, the high temperature outside suddenly dropped. At the same time, the temperature inside the house also dropped little by little, and a long-lost coolness and joy swept over me. on everyone's mind.
But even though he is poor, he cannot be happy at all.
Because, the temperature in the room he was in not only did not decrease, but became more and more terrifying.
In front of his eyes, Ye Qing had disappeared, replaced by a blazing purple fireball. The light was dazzling and the temperature was terrifying, like a purple sun.
The purple sun spreads across the sky, and all souls are annihilated.
Under the purple sun, Yipou felt that he was almost ripe again.
"I dig my own pits and jump out of my own way. Why am I so unlucky?" Yipou complained endlessly. Just a moment ago, he was complacent about his IQ, but the next moment he suffered the consequences.
But what can he do? He has to endure the hole he dug himself with tears in his eyes.
"No, I have to go outside for shelter."
After a while, Ippo couldn't bear it anymore and decided to take shelter outside the house. Although it would be dangerous to stay outside the room for a long time, it was even more dangerous to stay inside the house.
Maybe it will be cooked in a while?
Yipou walked out of the room and thoughtfully closed the door to prevent others from noticing. However, he could still feel the terrifying high temperature in the room through the door.
In contrast, although the residual warmth of the Purple Yang True Fire still lingers outside, it is much cooler than inside.
"Huh...it feels good!"
Yipo let out a long sigh of relief, took out a bottle of wine from the mountain and river shells, and drank it happily.
"Boom..."
Just after taking two sips of wine, a man suddenly stumbled out from the opposite room.
I saw that the man had no clothes or hair, his whole body was burnt black and steaming, and he could still vaguely smell wisps of fragrance. He was as miserable as he could be.
His name is Zhang Jun. He was born in Wanlisha in the late stage of Shensha. Wanlisha is the largest gang in the North. It brings together heroes from all over the world. There are as many masters as Wanlisha. However, even among the younger generation of Wanlisha, except for a few people, he is , is also a young genius.
He never thought that one day he would be in such a mess.
In fact, if it weren't for the soul seducing device on his body, he might have turned into a ball of ash by now.
But even though he survived, he was seriously injured and in a miserable state.
He finally managed to get the Vulcan Moth to leave. He felt that the room was too stuffy and hot, so he decided to come out for some air.
He thought that at this time, the survivors must be recovering from their injuries in the room. There was no one outside the room, and naturally no one would see his miserable appearance.
But he never expected that as soon as he went out, he would see a well-dressed and fairy-like old Taoist, drinking a small drink leisurely there, so comfortable.
Zhang Jun felt sour and angry instantly. You are also a human being, why are you so showy?
At first, Zhang Jun thought that the old Taoist was some kind of senior master who could not be offended, but when he sensed it, he was only in the Tuo Pulse Realm.
However, in this pulse-tugging state, looking at him quietly was like looking at a clown, smiling and drinking wine.
At that moment, Zhang Jun felt bad again. How dare a person in the Tuo Pulse Realm dare to show off in front of him? See his jokes?
Can you bear it? That would definitely be unbearable, and no one would be able to bear it!
So in an instant, Zhang Jun was angry in his heart, and he was angry in his guts. He said angrily: "Old man, what are you looking at?"
He was stunned for a moment, didn't he just glance at the other person? Why are you so angry?
As an experienced and broad-minded senior, Yipou felt that he should not be on the same level as the younger generation, so he consciously turned his head and took a sip of wine happily.
If you don’t want to watch it, don’t watch it. How about missing some meat?
"It's stable!" Zhang Jun was overjoyed. Although he was angry just now, he didn't lose his mind. The opponent seemed to be only in the Pulse Extension state, but if he was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, he rushed forward rashly, wouldn't he just give it away? ?
So, you have to make sure first.
His previous words were just a test. They were not very harmful, but rather insulting. If the other party concealed his strength, he probably wouldn't be able to bear it and would definitely fight back.
And his strength is not weak, he can be said to be the strongest person in the group except Sun Xuanzhen, Huo Linglong, and Yue Juejiang, so even if the other party hides his strength, he is probably at most the same as him. I will accompany him with a few words. , if you give in, the big problem will be reduced to a minor matter.
If the other party is really only in the Pulse-Tuning state, he will definitely not dare to talk back, and then he will be able to vent his anger.
At the same time, the other party can remain intact under such terrifying flames and high temperatures, and still has time to drink leisurely here, so he definitely has something good in his hands.
If he could get something from the other party, then his trip to the Emperor's Coffin wouldn't be considered a loss.
Thinking of this, his heart felt hot.
So, he looked at the old Taoist and showed a cruel smile: "Old man, what do you mean by not looking at me? Are you looking down on me?"
Yipou: "..." Looking at you means making fun of you, and not looking at you means looking down on you. So, should I look at you or not?
Aren't you making things difficult for me?
Forget it, I can’t afford to offend you, why can’t I hide from you?
Therefore, Yipo said nothing and prepared to go back.
"Let's go, can we go?"
Seeing this, Zhang Jun felt more stable: "Old man, how dare you laugh at me, you are dead."
With cruel words in his mouth, Zhang Jun chased after him directly.
However, he deliberately slowed down a few steps and waited for Yipou to enter the room before he planned to take action.
The house is a good place to kill people and grab treasures.
After all, there are many people outside.
Therefore, the moment Yipo opened the door and entered the room, Zhang Jun took a quick step, followed closely behind, rushed into the house, and shouted loudly: "Old man, let me see where you are running away?"
Just the next moment, Zhang Jun felt an indescribable burning sensation, as if he had jumped into fiery red magma.
Then, a ball of fire appeared in his eyes.
A large purple fireball.
It's like a big sun.
"Fireball? Why is there a big fireball in the room? And why is it also purple?" Zhang Jun couldn't help but have such an idea in his mind, hey, why did I say "ye"?
"Little brother, help!"
Then, he heard the old Taoist priest howl at the fireball.
"You call the fireball brother, are you stupid or crazy?" Hearing the old Taoist priest's cry, Zhang Jun felt a ridiculous feeling in his heart.
This ridiculous feeling made him want to laugh.
But in this ridiculous feeling, there is still a trace of inexplicable feeling, like uneasiness, fear, fear.
"Old guy, pretending to be a ghost."
This kind of uneasiness made Zhang Jun want to leave here quickly, and also made him angry.
So, Zhang Jun cursed angrily and reached out to grab Yipou.
But just as he reached halfway, something as black as coke stretched out from the fireball and grabbed his arm.
That thing was as black as a burnt branch, with wisps of purple flames burning on it, and there were five fingers at the end, like a burnt... human hand.
manpower?
Burnt human hands?
A charred human hand, caught me?
There were three consecutive doubts in Zhang Jun's heart.
A charred human hand has grabbed me, what should I do?
Waiting, I'm in a hurry!
