Prince Wanli finally rushed to the top of the mountain.
Behind him, Zhang Juzheng and a group of prince's soldiers followed closely.
"What is he doing?!"
Seeing that there were only Fan Li and Lu Fubao on the top of the mountain, Zhang Juzheng couldn't help but feel doubtful.
In particular, Fan Li was tinkering with some strange object.
It looks like he took it out of the storage spirit treasure. It is made of several tough and strong huanghuali wood supports and covered with a strong deer skin of colorful spirit deer.
Colorful deer are huge, and the skin of an adult male deer can be more than two feet long and one foot wide.
The deerskin is cut into a triangle shape and held open by huanghuali supports.
"umbrella?"
"No, it's not an umbrella."
"It's not a spiritual treasure, but it doesn't have any spiritual energy at all?"
Zhang Juzheng was confused, and Prince Wanli also glanced at Fan Li.
"sucker Punch?"
"You can't even come up with a decent spiritual treasure, you're a waste!"
Wanli made a few sarcastic remarks before taking action.
Lu Fubao moved faster!
She held a bamboo tube in her hand, pulled out the stopper, and immediately fireworks shot into the sky.
"A distress signal?" Prince Wanli sneered: "It's too late. Even if a Mahayana master comes from a distance, it's impossible to stop me from killing you two at this distance!"
"Idiot, didn't you notice that there are five people missing?" Lu Fubao's girly nature couldn't help but retort.
Fan Li shook his head after hearing this.
At a critical moment of life and death, it is most taboo to talk too much.
"Do it quickly." He lowered his voice.
Lu Fubao's words at least aroused Zhang Juzheng's vigilance.
"Prince, be careful! They have set up a formation on the top of the mountain!"
A gust of mountain wind blew by, exposing the cinnabar formation covered by the soil.
Eight hot hells!
Every streak of cinnabar in the array looks like rolling magma.
The entire top of the mountain looks like a crater about to erupt!
"I'll kill you first!"
Prince Wanli also found out that he had been plotted, but he still did not take Fan Li and Lu Fubao seriously.
He raised his right hand high, and another ray of red sunlight condensed on his fist.
"you are too slow."
Lu Fubao said, taking half a step back to approach Fan Li.
She held a crystal ball in her hand, which exuded a hint of coolness.
The [Fire-Proofing Pearl] could only protect Lu Fubao alone. She didn't know what Fan Li had to protect him from fire, but she hoped that the Fire-Proofing Pearl could take care of him a little bit.
The next moment!
Nine Nether Yin Fire spurts out from the array!
The top of the lonely mountain was instantly submerged by the Yin Fire!
"ah!!!!!"
"What kind of fire is this?"
"Golden elixir realm, you will die if you stick to it?!"
"Prince, save your subordinates, hurry up and save your subordinates!"
Prince Wanli was furious!
The moment the [Eight Heat Hells] broke out, he protected his whole body with dragon-shaped aura.
Zhang Juzheng and several pro-army commanders were also unscathed by the first outbreak of Yin Fire.
However, ordinary soldiers only have the cultivation level of the Golden Core Realm. How can they withstand the strongest killing formation of Lu Fubao of the Nascent Soul Realm? !
"You...retreat first!"
Prince Wanli was angry and reluctantly agreed with the soldiers to retreat down the mountain.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
With Gushan as the center, thunderous noises erupted in five directions at the same time!
Immediately, the five yin fires each ignited a forest and quickly spread into a huge sea of fire!
The middle area of the sea of fire is the lonely mountain where Prince Wanli is located.
On the mountain and at the bottom of the mountain, there is a desperate situation like purgatory.
"I'm going to kill you!!!"
Prince Wanli was completely angry.
He couldn't accept that when he was in an absolute advantage, all the prince's troops were plotted against by a woman?
No!
It's not this woman's problem!
Originally, he and thousands of pro-troops would not have run to the top of the mountain.
It's Fan Li!
It was he who suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain and shouted to trick him into leading his army to the mountain.
The majestic Duke Jin of Chu, with a body worth thousands of gold, actually sacrificed his life as bait?
"Two hot hells!" Lu Fubao exclaimed.
The formation on the top of the mountain spewed out the second layer of red flames, but the temperature was several times stronger than before.
Even with the awe-inspiring Qi protecting his body, Prince Wanli still found it difficult to move forward.
He seemed to have returned to [Flaming Mountain], and this feeling made him feel even more filled with endless hatred.
"The sun and moon are in the sky, and the Ming Dynasty will last forever!"
Wanli activates [Sun and Moon Mysterious Sutra].
A ray of sun's power fell on him, and he suddenly felt much more relaxed.
Wanli raised his feet again, took three steps in one breath, and was immediately in front of Fan Li and Lu Fubao.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Fuck them all!"
He raised his right fist high and was about to strike down hard.
"Three hot hells." Lu Fubao said softly.
"Ah~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!"
Hellfire that was several times hotter than before was erupted.
Wanli screamed, his face contorted in pain.
Behind him, thousands of soldiers could not even scream, and most of them were instantly turned to ashes in the blazing heat of the Three Heat Hells.
"I will fight with you!"
Wanli's right fist reached forward, still containing the powerful brilliance of the sun.
But his right sleeve was completely burned away, and the skin on his arm was covered with burn marks.
"The Four Hot Hells!" Lu Fubao felt sweat on his forehead.
Instigating such a killing array was also a huge burden for her.
Wanli opened his mouth and could no longer make any sound.
His fist slowly extended forward, and as long as it could touch Lu Fubao, he could kill her with one punch.
Kill the people in the main formation first, then kill Fan Li!
"cough!"
"Five...hot hell!"
Lu Fubao bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of bright red blood.
The heat cannot be described in words!
The murderous intent in Prince Wanli's eyes disappeared, leaving only fear!
He was in pain, turned around, and wanted to run away.
But even a simple turning movement seemed to have emptied all Wanli's strength.
"You, don't even think about running away."
"Wood generates fire, which is the principle of the Five Elements."
"In this formation, the center of the formation is the gate of death, and the five directions that draw fire are the gates of life."
"Introducing the Yin fire into the Yang world, the Yin and Yang harmonize, and the power is doubled."
Lu Fubao finally had a winner's smile on his pink cheeks.
Her voice grew slower and weaker.
"This lady... has gathered together the five elements, yin and yang, life and death... I should be able to burn you to death."
"It's a pity that there are not enough people. The eight-heat hell...the three-heat is missing...is annoying."
"Fan Li, you must praise me..."
After saying that, Lu Fubao closed his eyes and passed out while standing.
Behind her, the place where Fan Li was standing was empty.
Fan Li disappeared?
The next second.
Prince Wanli was about to be swallowed up by the Five Heat Hell, but a waterfall-like green light enveloped him.
The awe-inspiring energy is as solid as running water!
This Haoran Waterfall did not come from Prince Wanli, it came from another person present.
Zhang Juzheng!
In the land of Lonely Mountain, Zhang Juzheng was the only one who was unscathed!
While he was in the center of the Five Heat Hell, he didn't even burn half of his clothes.
However, Zhang Juzheng, who was originally full of black hair, suddenly became an old man with white hair.
His beautiful beard hanging down on his chest is also as bright as snow.
[Eight Hot Hells] Without the leader of the formation, the Yin Fire quickly dissipated between heaven and earth.
With Gushan as the center, the area for miles around was burned to the ground!
None of the thousands of prince's soldiers were left alive. Only five weak auras still existed in the five fire-drawing positions. They were the last few people Fan Li was guarding on this trip.
Of the team sent by the Ming Dynasty to Yunmeng Mountain, only the elderly Zhang Juzheng and Prince Wanli, who was covered in burns, remained.
"Alas!" Zhang Juzheng sighed: "I sacrificed my life for a hundred years with a secret method passed down from my family, and finally restored your highness's peace. I hope your highness will remember today's ordeal forever."
