"Haha, you came just in time!"
He Ping'an smiled slightly, and a blazing flame suddenly appeared on his palm.
Among the flames, white with red, white has occupied 80%, it is Nanming Lihuo who is close to the complete body!
As the flames beat, the void seemed to be burned, and the air gradually became distorted.
Although Master Chongyang and Liu Sheng were standing behind He Pingan and blocked most of the power by him, they still felt their mouths were dry and the blood in their bodies seemed to be evaporated.
The skin begins to dry out quickly and visibly.
The two people quickly used their body-protecting magic power, but as soon as the light came on, they were directly burned by Nan Mingli's fire.
"go!"
Seeing that both of them were unable to withstand the power of Nanming Lihuo, He Ping'an waved his fingers, and the Nanming Lihuo in his hand immediately split into thousands of sparks, each spark facing every incoming attack.
The sparks looked small and small, but when they landed on the branches of the trees, they seemed to have fallen into oil, and they immediately burst into flames.
In the blink of an eye, all the tree roots, branches, and leaves were ignited, and Huangpao Mountain immediately turned into a sea of fire.
Even the rocks on the mountain gradually melted into fiery red magma under the terrifying high temperature of Nanming Lihuo.
He Ping'an waved his sleeves, and a dark golden halo appeared around his body, wrapping up Chongyang Zhenren and Liu Sheng. This prevented the two of them from being directly roasted to death by the high temperature brought by Nanming Lihuo.
Daxuan's army, which was dozens of miles away from Huangpao Mountain, also faintly felt the waves of heat coming. Under the leadership of Zhen Guogong, they quickly retreated ten miles away.
"ah!"
On the top of the Huangpao Mountain, the branches of the huge locust tree trembled and let out a cold, sharp howl that made people's scalp numb.
Immediately afterwards, the burning roots and branches in the sky fell off the locust tree automatically as if they had been cut off.
Without Heping making any move, all the tree roots and branches that fell on their own emitted a violent wave, and then exploded.
"Boom!"
As waves of roaring sounds sounded, all the tree roots and branches stained by Nanming Lihuo were turned into ashes, and the endless self-destruction power spread to all directions.
"swallow!"
He Ping'an tapped his finger, and all the Nanming Lihuo immediately spread out and turned into a huge flame, wrapping all the self-destruction power in it and swallowing them all.
In just three breaths, the power of self-destruction was swallowed up by Nanming Lihuo.
The white part of Nanming Lihuo seemed to be slightly larger than before.
Seeing that his demonic body and limbs self-destructed, but did not achieve the expected results, a human face suddenly appeared on the trunk of the huge locust tree with a flurry of mana.
With a bald head and big ears, wearing a yellow monk's robe, he is none other than Faming, the abbot of Lanruo Temple!
"Jie Jie Jie... Dragon Riding Martial Saint, don't bully others too much!"
Fa Ming on the tree trunk no longer had the solemn appearance before, and let out bursts of cold and sharp laughter. The sound was neither male nor female, and it seemed that two voices sounded at the same time.
However, many branches were burned, and the top of the huge locust tree was hollowed out everywhere, looking like a bald man, which looked a bit ridiculous.
As the sound sounded, Yin Qi surged under the earth's veins, and streams of extremely pure Yin Qi surged up from the ground and quickly merged into the giant locust tree.
Above the locust tree, Yin Qi suddenly surged, and the sky, which was originally covered by dark clouds, suddenly turned into pitch black as the endless Yin Qi gathered, making it impossible to see even one's fingers.
At the same time, under the cover of Yin Qi, the evil wind and poisonous rain seemed to have lost their due power.
"Are you Fa Ming, a tree demon, or something else?"
He Ping'an removed his magical power to summon wind and rain, and then asked calmly.
The other party did not answer, but said coldly: "Dragon-riding Martial Saint, since you don't want to retreat, then stay here on Huangpao Mountain and be the second Fa Ming!"
As the cold voice fell, the gloomy air from the sky merged into the tree trunk. The entire giant locust tree was like an inflatable ball, growing several times larger again. The already bald top of the tree also automatically sprouted branches, and in the blink of an eye, it restored its branches. The look of lush leaves.
Even every branch is thicker than before.
He Ping'an knew that the roots of the underground tree should have returned to their original state without even looking.
"Hey, something seems wrong..."
He Ping'an's eyes were filled with golden light, and he looked at the bottom of Huangpao Mountain. He saw that at the bottom of Huangpao Mountain, the Yin Qi was almost endless, as solid as substance, and did not look like a human thing at all.
And like, the pure Yin Qi in the netherworld.
"You actually opened the passage between the human world and the underworld!"
He Pingan's expression changed, and then he thought of a possibility.
The huge locust tree on the top of the mountain seems to be the pinnacle of the Demonic Immortal Realm, but on Huangpao Mountain, there is boundless Yin Qi, and the roots of the tree are intertwined, occupying a geographical advantage.
His strength is already comparable to that of a monk in the Demon God Realm.
Before He Pingping could think about it, the attack of the tree demon had already come over. Its thick branches not only contained rich demonic energy, but also mixed with billowing Yin energy. When the two merged, the strength more than doubled.
At the same time, as the huge body of the Sophora Tree Demon Fairy shook, countless ghosts emerged from it, some of them demonic, and they rushed towards the human army in the distance.
Astonishingly, over the years, the human and demon souls that were devoured by it did not fall into the netherworld after being devoured. Instead, they were taken as ghost slaves by the locust tree demon fairy and used by it.
The number of them is not just hundreds of thousands, but seems to be millions.
"Line up the ghost-destroying formation!"
The Duke of Zhen Guo looked stern and roared. The Daxuan army behind them changed their formations under the guidance of thousands of formation masters. As the Taoist monks and Confucian monks muttered words, the Taoist five-color mysterious light fell on the army weapons.
In an instant, the weapons in the hands of Daxuan's 400,000 soldiers glowed with five colors of light. They were just ordinary soldiers at first, but at this time, they turned into magic weapons that slayed demons and ghosts.
"kill!"
Duke Zhen Guo pointed his long knife forward and rushed forward first.
The general charged. Under the blessing of the formation light, the more than 400,000 soldiers were filled with courage. They let out bursts of earth-shattering shouts of killing, followed the pace of the Duke of Zhen, and charged forward to kill.
The 400,000-strong army and the ghost army collided together like two torrents in an instant.
The human race is well-equipped, blessed with various formations and Taoism, and there are many ghosts and ghosts. For a time, there is no winner between the two sides.
At the same time, He Pingan, Master Chongyang and Liu Sheng were standing in the air on Huangpao Mountain. Seeing countless ghosts rushing towards Daxuan's army, He Pingan's figure flashed and flew to the top of Huangpao Mountain.
"You wait to resist the ghost, Pindao kills the tree demon first!"
As soon as He Pingan's words rang in their ears, they saw the two most powerful ghosts among the countless ghosts. Instead of rushing towards the army of ghosts below, they rushed towards Zhenren Chongyang and Liu Sheng.
One of them, holding a tin staff and with a bald head and big ears, was Fa Ming.
The body's cultivation level fluctuates up and down. When it is high, it is close to the true immortal Buddha. When it is low, it is half a step beyond the realm of transcendence.
"Sour Confucian, get out of here, poor monk!"
Fa Ming seemed to have an unreasonable hatred for the Confucian cultivators. He waved his tin staff and hit Liu Sheng on the head.
Another giant scorpion ghost with a dark and shiny body, whose cultivation level was comparable to that of Fa Ming, silently, waving two sickle-like pliers, rushed towards Master Chongyang.
The long and slender tail behind the buttocks is like an iron chain blade, with a green light shining on it, which is extremely poisonous at first sight.
Liu Sheng and Zhenren Chongyang looked at each other. Seeing that He Ping'an was walking away, he obviously couldn't care about the two of them, so he had to use his magic power to fight with the two ghosts.
