At this moment, He Pingan put a hand into his arms again and began to explore.
Could it be that he still has the Buyuan Pill?
When the demon emperor's clone saw this scene, he felt uneasy and almost cursed.
Unexpectedly, He Ping'an touched his arms but found nothing.
The demon emperor's clone suddenly calmed down. At this time, the pressure from heaven was getting stronger and stronger. He had already felt that his magic power was not functioning as smoothly as before.
If the battle cannot be resolved within a quarter of an hour, I am afraid that heaven will immediately send down a thunderstorm.
At this moment, He Pingan seemed to think for a moment, then reached out to touch his waist, with a look of pain on his face, but he took out another mutton-fat jade bottle that was exactly the same as before.
Damn it!
The Demon Emperor was furious in both body and mind, and stared nervously at He Pingan's movements. When he saw five Yuan-Building Pills rolling out of the jade bottle again, it could no longer hold back.
Even if he was discovered immediately by Tiandao, He Pingan must be killed immediately.
"Bah!"
I saw it looking up to the sky and letting out a long and sharp roar. The sound shocked the sky and stopped the clouds. Its magic power was operating to the extreme. The shadow of the ancient bell above its head was bright and the five-color light was generous. Then it pushed up the Fan Tian Seal above its head a little.
As a "dang" sound sounded, there was a sudden silence between heaven and earth, and only the mighty bells resounded throughout the universe.
Wherever the bell passed, everyone had a look of dementia in their eyes and stood motionless.
And He Ping'an, who was being cared for by the bell, his eyes were blurry, and even his soul was trembling with the sound of the bell.
All the magic power in his body stopped functioning, and the apricot-yellow flag fell to the ground.
The golden sea of fire suddenly took advantage of the void and rushed towards He Pingan's body.
"Buzz..."
At this moment, He Ping'an's book automatically flew out of the sea of consciousness, releasing streaks of gray mist to block the sound of the bell.
The God Refining Technique was running quickly, and He Ping'an regained consciousness in an instant. As soon as his consciousness regained control of his physical body, he saw a sea of golden fire surging forward, and the clothes transformed by magic power on his body turned into fly ash in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, golden firelight fell on his body.
In an instant, He Pingan's dark gold flesh and blood turned into dark gold blood and dripped down like ice and snow meeting the sun.
And in the high temperature, it was completely burned into nothingness.
All that was left of his entire body was a pair of dark gold skeletons without flesh and blood, struggling to hold up in the sea of golden fire.
But as the golden flames came in waves, even if He Pingan had been running for 20,000 years, it was of no avail. Even the extremely tough golden bones began to slowly collapse under the terrifying high temperature of the golden flames. melt.
He Ping'an was burned by the fire, his soul was torn apart, but he still managed to hold himself up, and with difficulty he lifted up his phalanges, which were only dark gold bones, and pointed at the apricot-yellow flag in the distance.
Seeing this scene, the Demon Emperor's clone's face turned cold, and the golden sea of fire grew three-thirds stronger. As the sea of fire continued to roll, He Ping'an's dark gold skeleton completely turned into bone water in the sea of fire, and was then submerged by the sea of fire.
Only the apricot-yellow flag was left, a ray of earth-yellow light flashed out from the sea of fire, and fell into the hands of Wei Jinghuan, who was flying upward.
Wei Jinghuan came with the Yin soldiers before and found that He Ping'an had broken through the Zhoutian Xingdou formation, so he led the Yin soldiers to fight below.
Seeing He Ping'an in danger, he rushed up from below. Unfortunately, he was still a step too late.
Wei Jinghuan felt his hands sink, and he held the apricot-yellow flag in his hand. Seeing a few drops of dark gold blood stained on it, he couldn't help but feel sad. He held the apricot-yellow flag tightly in his arms and held his head. Cry bitterly.
A man doesn't shed tears easily, but he hasn't reached the sad point yet!
"Senior Martial Saint..."
Wei Jinghuan felt miserable in his heart, and he looked up to the sky and roared, the sound reverberating thousands of miles away.
He never thought that in his eyes, He Ping'an, who had great magical powers, would fall like this.
But whether he believed it or not, the scene before him was right in front of him.
He Pingan has fallen, the Dragon Riding Martial Saint has fallen!
In front of his eyes, the scene after meeting He Pingan could not help but emerge.
Punish the foreign tribes in Beimang, rebuild the Valley of Heroes, relocate the Yin soldiers, and eliminate the hostility...
Each of these things is of great significance to Wei Jinghuan, not to mention that after Wei Jinghuan met He Ping'an, his cultivation level continued to break through.
Now it has climbed to the realm of ghosts and immortals.
This was something he never dared to think about before.
It is precisely because of these things that the weight of He Pingan's figure in his heart has gradually surpassed the weight of Taizu Daxuan and Emperor Xuanming in his heart.
For a moment, Wei Jinghuan stood motionless in the void.
"No way, you can't die!"
Han Li said infatuatedly, his face showing 10,000 disbeliefs.
But the facts are before our eyes. He Ping'an has long been missing from the golden flames in mid-air that are consuming people.
He and He Ping'an had already deduced the war in southern Xinjiang many times, and were prepared for the worst situation, even if the Demon Emperor's clone took action.
Unfortunately, it’s up to people to plan things, but it’s up to God to make things happen.
They guessed the Zhoutian Star Dou Formation, guessed Zhao Cheng's appearance, and also guessed the Demon Emperor's clone taking action.
But he didn't expect that the Qiongqi demon god actually survived Han Li's first sword, which led to the final destruction of Han Li's second sword.
Nor did he expect that the demon emperor's clone and the phantom of the ancient clock above his head would be so terrifying.
He Ping'an's spiritual consciousness was as strong as Han Li's, but he was powerless against the sound of the ancient bell.
Below, Chongyang True Immortal and Liu Sheng showed a hint of pain at the same time. Although they had been taught a lesson by He Pingan several times, they were also dissatisfied.
But already in the battle with the demon clan, everything disappeared, and I only had twelve points of respect for He Ping An.
To them, He Ping'an was already equivalent to half of their master.
Without He Ping'an's guidance, it would be extremely difficult for them to break through the transcendent realm.
And once He Ping'an dies, who else in the human race can stop the demon army...
Thinking of this, the pain on their faces gradually turned into despair.
Behind the two of them, Emperor Longqing also had dull eyes. He looked up into the void and sighed: "Could it be that my Daxuan is really going to die from heaven?"
Duke Zhen Guo's face darkened at first, but then he suppressed the sadness in his heart. He had been on the battlefield for a long time and had experienced too many life and death battles. Regarding the fall of the Dragon Riding Martial Saint, he seemed much calmer than others.
Under his command, many formation masters began to shrink their formations and prevent the Daxuan soldiers from preparing to retreat in an orderly manner.
After all, as the coach, he has to consider more, even if he loses the battle, how to retain more vitality and leave a fire for the Daxuan human race!
All the soldiers of the clan also knew what happened. With sad faces, they bowed deeply three times to the apricot-yellow flag silently, and then retreated in an orderly manner under the command of the Duke of Zhen.
As Daxuan human race soldiers, they naturally know what to do at this time.
"Ha ha ha ha......"
The demon emperor's clone looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. He Ping'an finally fell. To him, it was the demon clan's path to unifying all races, and there was finally one less person standing in the way.
As long as Han Li is killed below, no one from the Daxuan human race will be able to stop him.
Thinking of this, his eyes flashed fiercely and he looked at Han Li, who was still lying on the flying boat.
Seeing this, Han Li pushed himself up and stood up tremblingly.
Dark green light flashed in his hand, and the Xuantian Spirit-Slaying Sword appeared in his hand again.
He stroked the sword lightly, and there was a faint flash of sharp light in his eyes. He could still make the last sword strike.
But the price of the last sword was to funnel all the essence, blood, and mana into the Xuantian Spirit-Slaying Sword. Regardless of whether the Demon Emperor's clone would die after this sword was struck, he would definitely die on the spot.
"Let me use my sword again for the human race!"
Han Li gritted his teeth and quickly made up his mind.
But when he just raised the long sword in his hand, strange red fire lotuses rose up from his dantian, covering him instantly.
"Red Lotus Karmic Fire!"
As soon as Han Li's expression changed, he wanted to suppress the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, but his mana was empty, how could he suppress this terrifying Red Lotus Karmic Fire.
The whole body was shrouded in red lotus karma fire and quickly began to burn.
He had already been stained with karma by killing Qiongqi Demon God before, and now it was finally time to explode.
