In Tong Dan's view, this red flame was ordinary. Compared with ordinary flames, the color was only slightly changed.
"Is it possible that the captive Ah Sheng is defrauding me?"
All the hair on Ling Muyun's body stood on end.
His feelings are more intuitive.
The fire spirit is not like a thunderstorm, falling from the sky. No one within the range is spared and will be attacked.
It is directional.
The threat of death made Ling Muyun almost desperate, and he didn't even have the courage to raise his ink blade to defend himself.
"Parents? Haha, they abandoned me since I was a child."
"Lame Nine? Same as that couple!"
"Poppy! You have tricked me many times!"
"Haha, Jia Nianxi, the four ancient evils...the four ancient evils?"
Ling Muyun's eyes regained clarity in an instant: "Resentment? The spirit of resentment!"
"It's been discovered!" Prisoner Asheng showed a hint of embarrassment, and the temperature of the flame suddenly increased, changing from red to blue: "What a good puppet."
After saying that, he turned his eyes to Tong Dan and felt a chill in him.
"Prisoner Asheng, have you planned to hit me?"
"Aren't you attacking?" the prisoner Asheng asked in shock.
"What do you know?" Tong Dan jumped onto the branch of a tree and hung his legs: "Try not to burn yourself. I am still useful. I owe your master a favor."
"Who do you think you are? Do you dare to compare with my master?"
Prisoner Asheng was a little angry.
The surname Jiao was originally the Fu surname of the country of Huaxu. He was exiled for violating national laws and was later captured by the enemy. In order to avenge his hatred, the ancestor of the Jiao family changed his surname to remember the shame.
As soon as he was in his early teens, his father drove him out of the house and asked him to travel on his own.
The so-called life and death, destiny and wealth are determined by heaven, is the unchanging creed left by the ancestors of the Jiao family.
The prisoner Asheng ran along the grassland for a whole day and night, and finally he lay down in the snow pit exhausted, letting the lone wolf tear at the corners of his clothes.
Yuntai Zhenren appeared.
In order to repay Yuntai Zhenren's life-saving grace and nurturing grace, the prisoner Asheng decided not to return to the family and to serve his master for the rest of his life.
Therefore, it can be said that I feel the same for the words that insulted Master Yuntai.
"Who am I? Your master is nothing! Think carefully about this sentence."
The moment Tong Dan dodged, the tree suddenly fell down.
Shattered into blackened charcoal.
"Next time, I won't be so lucky!"
After prisoner Ah Sheng finished speaking, his eyes locked on Ling Muyun again and said, "Didn't you escape?"
Ling Muyun snorted coldly and pointed the ink blade at the prisoner Ah Sheng.
It's not that he doesn't want to escape, he can't escape when the two great masters' cultivation levels are fully activated.
"That's it!"
Capture Asheng and point his finger: "Spirit of Fire: Fire Dance".
Just like the move used to attack Tong Dan, this time, Ling Muyun heard the name.
The flames line up.
Ling Muyun swung the ink blade with difficulty and struck the fire beam.
The flame split into two, and before Ling Muyun could be surprised, it passed through both shoulders.
A burning smell wafted over on the wind.
"ah!"
Big beads of sweat broke out on Ling Muyun's forehead.
If it were an ordinary fire beam, no matter how sharp it was, it would only cause injury.
The flame that captured Ah Sheng remained in his body and continued to burn.
It wasn't random strings, Ling Muyun clearly sensed that it was burning.
"Feel?"
The prisoner Ah Sheng smiled and said: "With the six realms of cultivation, dying under the dance of fire is not an injustice."
"Thunder in the Palm!"
Ling Muyun used his true energy to suppress the flames in his body, and then fired more than a dozen thunderbolts from his palms. Then, he made a hand seal: "Thunder Technique: Bathing in Thunder!"
There were bursts of thunder in the sky.
Sweat was like rain on Ling Muyun's forehead.
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he knelt on the ground slumped.
Tremblingly, he used his ink blade to support his body, but failed to stand up.
"So tenacious!"
He could persist in counting breaths under the dancing fire, and he could also activate his thunder method before dying, which really impressed the captive Ah Sheng.
"If this son doesn't die, there will be endless troubles!"
Tong Dan felt it and continued: "No wonder several figures were folded in his hands."
Ling Muyun didn't hear the conversation between the two clearly.
He was controlling his true energy, fighting for the final battle with the tarsal fire in his body.
The internal organs and Dantian.
Giving up bone and flesh.
He didn't know how long he could hold on, as his true energy was being eaten away faster and faster.
Ling Muyun smiled.
Because it was too painful, it was even more painful than being punished by punishment.
His smile was rather penetrating.
"Master..." Ling Muyun hasn't called himself master for a long time.
In Dingbeicheng, I have to say it dozens of times every day without getting bored.
"puff!"
The moment Zhenqi's last line of defense was broken by the flames, Ling Muyun threw himself on the ground.
"Pity!"
Prisoner Asheng sighed, feeling regretful.
"Given time, maybe you will be the one standing here!"
Tong Dan's words were not pleasant to the ears, but they made the prisoner Asheng nod his head in agreement.
Mo Ren suddenly felt a touch of coolness.
Following Ling Muyun's wrist, a white unknown true energy filled Ling Muyun's body in just an instant.
Wherever it passed, flames engulfed it.
Suddenly, Ling Muyun stood up.
Standing up suddenly.
"What?"
Prisoner Asheng was shocked and looked at him with wide eyes.
His eyes were all red, and his cheeks were covered with black lines.
"I have been with you for fourteen years, but you treat me like a fire stick!"
While "Ling Muyun" was talking to himself, he hit his head several times with the scabbard.
It wasn't until a blue-purple black bag appeared that I felt relieved.
"Boy, watch carefully, the seven moves of Luoshen, the first one: Yushen!"
"Stab"
The ink blade was covered in thunder and lightning, glowing with a black-purple light.
"Who are you?" Lao Asheng asked subconsciously.
Ling Muyun's current aura was completely different from before, as if he was a different person.
"roll!"
As soon as he finished speaking, before the prisoner Ah Sheng could use his skills, he felt a tingling sensation.
When he reacted, he realized that the ink blade had already been inserted into his dantian, and Ling Muyun was standing beside him majestically.
"This is……"
This was Captive Asheng's last thought.
For a moment, or for a long time.
Arms, legs, neck, head, pubic area.
He didn't even feel the pain and fell to the ground in pieces.
"Oh shit!"
Tong Dan cursed secretly, but there was a flattering smile on his face: "Little Mirror Spirit, I have met Master Youbai, and I passed by by chance..."
"die!"
Ling Muyun pointed the ink blade at Tong Dan.
"A ray of remnant soul is still so arrogant! I really thought I was scared!"
Tong Shan's arms shook, and the silver light shone brightly.
"snort."
With just one sound, Tong Dan's silver light suddenly returned to his body, and no matter how much he drove it, it could never come out.
"My lord! My lord!"
Tong Dan couldn't help but become anxious, sweating like rain, wetting his clothes: "Blood Escape!"
"Uh-huh!"
The knife fell.
Tong Dan's body split into two with the sound of glass breaking.
Ling Muyun looked at the two pieces of meat on the ground with disdain, spit, and then shouted to the dark clouds in the sky: "Get out!"
The dark clouds originally rose from the thunder, but because Ling Muyun fell, they became depressed.
Now, just because of Ling Muyun's word "go", everything disappeared.
Together with the panicked figure of Yun Hou.
