While Zhang Jun was hesitating, he suddenly felt a heartbreaking pain.
I saw that his wrist, where it was grasped by the scorched hands, had turned into a piece of charcoal, and the purple flame was spreading up his arm.
Where the purple flames spread, water evaporated and flesh and blood withered.
At the same time, his body was sizzling like being placed in a furnace, his skin was red and steaming.
"ah……"
Zhang Jun screamed, not sure if it was pain or fear.
However, Zhang Jun's reaction was neither unpleasant nor decisive. He formed a knife with his palm and slashed it on the shoulder. The entire arm was broken at the shoulder level.
The next moment, Zhang Jun ignored the pain of his broken arm and quickly backed away, preparing to escape from the room.
As long as he escapes from this room, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope.
But as soon as his left hand touched the door, he saw the burnt hand and gently shook it.
Like thunder in the empty room, there was a loud "pop" sound in the room, and the void trembled. Zhang Jun was also dizzy and dizzy for a moment, and his eardrums hurt.
It wasn't just a dazzle, it was an illusion. He seemed to have seen that, or because the man's hand was clenched with too much force, the burnt black on his hand was shattered, revealing fingers as white as glass.
Immediately, Zhang Jun's vision went dark, and his whole body felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, making a crackling sound. However, what spurted out from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose was not blood, but wisps of purple flames.
"ah……"
Zhang Jun screamed again. This time it was not fear, but real pain. His body felt like it was being crushed inch by stone. Severe pain swept through his body, making him worse than death.
"Spare my life...I am..."
Zhang Jun tried to beg for mercy, but before he could finish his words, a burst of purple flames floated out from the fireball, obliterating his unfinished words and his life.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Jun turned into a ball of flying ash in the purple flames.
After Zhang Jun was burned to ashes, the purple flame on the fireball slowly disappeared. It didn't disappear, but seemed to be absorbed by something.
As the purple flame disappeared, a figure whose whole body was charred was revealed.
Then, in Yipou's shocked eyes, the charred body of the figure was like a hard-boiled egg shell, cracked inch by inch, and slowly falling off, revealing a body that looked like a sculpture.
The body is like glass, crystal clear, and every fiber of the bones, blood vessels, and muscles is visible. It neither looks bloated nor slender. If it increases or decreases by one point, it will appear redundant. Instead, it is just right, flawless, and full of hard-to-find things. The beauty and power of metaphor.
However, slowly, the crystal clear body gained a bit more color and vitality. At the same time, Ye Qing also opened his eyes.
The moment Ye Qing opened his eyes, he saw Yippo staring intently at his naked body, with a mixture of admiration, obsession, envy, jealousy and other indescribable emotions. .
"Isn't this old boy a glass man?"
Ye Qing was so excited that he took out a piece of clothing from the Nine Heavens and put it on, looking at Yipou warily.
"Your (physical) body is really good." Seeing Ye Qing put on clothes, Yi Piancai reluctantly looked back and said with emotion.
"I know, but I am destined to be the man you can't have, so don't worry about it, brother." Ye Qing cursed in his heart and subconsciously took two steps back, his eyes becoming more alert. ,
At this time, Yipou Zi also noticed Ye Qing's wary eyes and said inexplicably: "Little brother, what's that look in your eyes?"
Immediately, Yipou suddenly thought of something and his face darkened: "What are you thinking about? I'm just feeling sorry for you, little brother, that you have worked your body to such an extent at such a young age. You must have a bright future in the future, but I have no other meaning. "
"Besides, what I like is women, beautiful women, pretty and beautiful women."
Say important things three times.
"Ahem... What have I been thinking about? I haven't thought about anything. Brother, are you overthinking it?" Seeing Yipou's face darken, Ye Qing pretended to be innocent.
Yipou: "..." Or is there something wrong with me?
"Ahem... By the way, brother, who was that person just now and why did he want to kill you?" Seeing that Yipou's face was still dark, Ye Qing changed the subject.
"I don't know. I just glanced at him outside, and he went crazy and wanted to kill me. How do I know why?" Yipo shook his head dejectedly.
"Just because I glanced at him in the crowd, I was killed. How can this world be better?" Ye Qing didn't know how to complain.
"By the way, little brother, I just saw that your body is as flawless as glass, but the injuries in your body have been healed?" Yipou asked.
Ye Qing smiled softly: "Thanks to you, brother, I have indeed recovered."
The Purple Yang True Fire is indeed one of the most powerful and yang flames in the world. It indeed has a great restraining effect on the Mahakala Palm Power in his body and Zhou Hengshan's sword intention. Just a wisp of the Purple Yang True Fire has wiped out most of it. The palm power of Mahakala.
Of course, it was also fortunate that he had Mahakala's palm power and Zhou Hengshan's sword intention in his body, especially the latter.
After all, Zhou Hengshan is a master martial artist, and the killing of thousands of people is an unpredictable weapon. The sword intention formed by it is extremely terrifying, ferocious and overbearing, so cold as to be cold.
Coupled with the restorative power of the Xuanhuang Qi and the Creation Water, he would not be burned into charcoal the moment he swallowed the Ziyang True Fire.
Even so, his body was evaporated and scorched in an instant. He could only use the black and yellow energy to protect important parts such as the organs and meridians to maintain vitality, and then slowly guide the Purple Yang True Fire to eliminate the palm power in the body. With the intention of the sword.
As his body began to adapt to the power of the Purple Yang True Fire, Ye Qing began to slowly absorb more of the Purple Yang True Fire to eliminate the sword intent in his body.
Zhou Hengshan's sword will be strong as long as it is strong, but after all, it is water without a source and a tree without roots. Under the burning of the endless stream of Ziyang True Fire, it is obliterated bit by bit and finally completely eradicated.
In addition, Ye Qing was also a blessing in disguise. His body was nourished by Xuanhuang Qi and burned by the Purple Yang True Fire. He was reborn from death. He made great achievements in his life and death. He took a step further and reached the power of the Eight Dragons and Elephants.
He feels better than ever now. He can kill ten poor people with one punch, and there is absolutely no problem.
"It turns out it's really useful." Yipou murmured.
Ye Qing's face darkened, and you weren't sure either.
"Ahem... don't worry about those small details." Yipo also realized that he had said the wrong thing, coughed twice, and changed the subject: "What, I just met, little brother, you can control those Ziyang True Fires, yes what happened?"
Ye Qing smiled. He was in a good mood now and didn't bother to argue with Yi Pou. He said, "It's nothing. I just refined those Purple Sun True Fires."
After eliminating Zhou Hengshan's sword intent, he felt that it would be a pity to let the Purple Yang True Fire dissipate, so he tried to absorb and refine it for his own use.
For others, this is tantamount to seeking death. After all, the Ziyang True Fire is extremely domineering, and if it is not careful, it will die and turn into a ball of flying ashes.
But for him, it was easier. His body had already adapted to the terrifying Ziyang True Fire. Even without Zhiyin Zhihan's Mahakala Palm and Zhou Hengshan's sword intent, he would not be burned to death by the Ziyang True Fire. ash.
Of course, the pain of burning one's body in flames is not something that ordinary people can bear.
