Chapter 1160: The Madness of the Red Flame Sect
Ye Tianming showed no fear in the face of the nine Burning Sky Fire Dragons and took a step forward.
The spiritual power in his body surged, and he performed the Nine Heavens Cloud Dragon Step.
His figure suddenly split into seven afterimages.
The virtual image of Kunpeng condenses in the palm of each afterimage, and the yin and yang energies flow through the fingertips to form a Tai Chi pattern.
"Kunpeng swallows the sky!"
A deep voice echoed in the void.
The void seemed to darken in an instant, as if it was the end of the world.
The seven afterimages swung their fists at the same time, and the wind from their fists actually tore seven cracks in the air.
The green Kunpeng phantom flapped its wings and roared, actually tearing the nine fire dragons into pieces.
The shattered flames were carried by the yin and yang energies and rushed back towards the Burning Sky Mirror.
Everything happened in a flash.
The crowd of onlookers fell silent.
The four major sects and eight battle circles all seemed inferior.
Every monk opened his eyes wide and stared closely at the picture in the image, afraid of missing anything!
"How can it be?!"
Yue Shanhe's pupils suddenly shrank, his eyes filled with shock.
The next second, a layer of gray suddenly covered the surface of the Burning Sky Mirror.
The terrifying impact of force caused the spiritual energy in his body to tremble.
The hatred in his eyes surged like a wave!
Ye Tianming, could actually take his attack just now? !
"Yue Shanhe, nothing is impossible!"
"You instigated my disciples to hurt my disciples of the Golden Light Palace, and you schemed against me everywhere. Now it's time for you to pay the price!"
Ye Tianming's tone was cold and low, like a poisoned arrow aimed at Yue Shanhe's throat.
Yue Shanhe's expression changed again and again, his eyes turned red in an instant, and his finger gestures changed continuously.
"Burning Heaven Art, Three Thousand Karma Fires!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Burning Heaven Mirror shook violently, and the shadows of eighteen volcanoes appeared in the mirror.
The magma turned into red chains that broke through the air, and each chain was wrapped with the Nine Nether Cold Fire that could burn the soul.
Huge cracks suddenly appeared on the ground in the wilderness, and the runes on the nine dragon pillars lit up at the same time, forming a protective barrier, and that space seemed to be collapsing!
"I just don't believe that I can't wipe out a mere ant like you!"
"In this sect competition, my Red Flame Sect is the winner!"
All the hatred accumulated over the past few days is released at this moment!
No matter how difficult Ye Tianming is, he doesn't believe that he can withstand the appearance of the Nine Nether Cold Fire!
"Well done!"
Ye Tianming let out a long roar, and displayed his body skills. His afterimage flashed, making it almost impossible to tell his position.
He put his right fingers together and drew a mysterious trajectory like a sword, and the blood in his body began to boil at this moment.
The true dragon's essence and blood that was originally fused into the blood seemed to be stimulated, and the dormant true dragon soul suddenly awakened.
The shadow of a hundred-foot-long golden dragon rose up instantly, and the spiritual energy quickly flowed along the meridians, instantly transforming into a giant golden dragon shadow sword!
"True Dragon World-Destroying Slash!"
Along with Ye Tianming's low and dominating voice, the dragon's roar also resounded throughout the world.
The golden sword light slashed towards the sea of fire!
The moment the dragon-shaped sword energy collided with the magma chain, spider-web-like cracks appeared in the void.
As the two forces were in a stalemate, Ye Tianming changed his Cloud Dragon Step again, and his figure shuttled through the broken space gap like a dragon. In the blink of an eye, he was within three feet of Yue Shanhe.
Yue Shanhe hurriedly activated his protective spiritual power, but saw that Ye Tianming's left hand suddenly emitted a chaotic green light.
The huge phantom of Kunpeng seemed to have merged into Ye Tianming's fist.
The fist intent of Kunpeng's attack, wrapped in the turbulence of space, suddenly blasted towards the Burning Heaven Mirror!
Yue Shanhe was shocked.
He never expected that Ye Tianming not only resisted his attack head-on, but also secretly kept this trick up his sleeve in order to destroy his Burning Heaven Mirror!
In panic, Yue Shanhe suddenly let out a wild beast-like roar from his throat.
At the critical moment, a blood hole as big as a fist suddenly appeared in his left chest, and three drops of blood with a dark golden luster gushed out!
"Soul-burning sacrificial vessel!"
As he roared, his essence and blood instantly turned into three fire phoenixes that crashed into the Burning Sky Mirror.
It was at this moment of collision that the mirror began to move like a living thing.
The originally red mirror frame began to show black and purple magic patterns, and the phantoms of eighteen volcanoes collapsed, replaced by blood-red magic eyes that slowly opened from the abyss.
The entire ground suddenly sank three feet, and the dragon-shaped stone pillars let out a mournful cry as they could not bear the heavy weight.
The space seemed to be shaken by an earthquake.
Yue Shanhe's black hair also turned gray at this moment.
There was only madness on his face: "I will sacrifice three years of my life to activate the origin of the Burning Heaven Mirror. I don't believe you can still compete with me!"
As he spoke, dark red flames gushed out of his seven orifices, and the bloody light emitted from the devil pupil in the mirror actually froze Kunpeng's fist power in mid-air.
Sticky black liquid oozed out of the cracks in the void, and the liquid turned into countless ghost hands that grabbed Ye Tianming's limbs, trying to drag him into the abyss of the devil's pupil!
Densely packed ancient sacrificial texts appeared on the surface of the Burning Heaven Mirror. Every time a rune lit up, hundreds of wronged souls wailed and turned into ashes.
This treasure that guards the clan suddenly became eerie and terrifying!
Many forces outside the image were even more frightened.
The scene before them was almost beyond their understanding!
Many people couldn't help but marvel.
"What a powerful demonic energy! This kind of demonic energy must have devoured at least a hundred thousand lives, right?!"
"Could it be that the Red Flame Sect has remained among the major sects over the years because they secretly kill lives to increase their strength?"
"If that's the case, then Ye Tianming will be in trouble! If he is really swallowed into the Demon Eye Abyss, he will probably become a wronged soul!"
……
Ye Tianming's blood and spiritual power surged wildly, but that crazy suction force was like a maggot attached to his bones and he couldn't get rid of it at all.
The flames were wrapping around him, almost engulfing him!
"Ahahaha! Stop struggling! I will shorten my life by three years to kill you. You are already proud enough!"
Yue Shanhe's gloomy and complacent voice sounded again, and the suction force within the Demon Eye Abyss suddenly increased.
In an instant, Ye Tianming was dragged into the darkness...
The many disciples of the Golden Light Palace who were watching the scene were silent and tense for a moment.
Looking at the disappearing figure of Ye Shen in the image, their hearts seemed to fall into darkness!
Could it be... that Ye Shen really lost?
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On the other side of the battlefield, most of Yun Qingyao's black hair had been burnt.
But she couldn't focus on dealing with the opponent in front of her.
Panic surged in her heart, making her move even more impatient and awkward.
The Ice Soul Sword in her hand was covered with frost, and only three flowers remained in the Green Lotus Formation diagram beneath her feet.
"The cold moon buries the flowers!" Yun Qingyao bit her tongue and spurted out blood, and the sword tip shone with the moonlight.
Yan Jin sneered a few times, and nine fire pythons were wrapped around his body. Each python head was spewing green poisonous fire, and they also attacked head-on.
In an instant, the fire python's fangs pierced through the moonlight, leaving a charred wound on Yun Qingyao's shoulder.
Strange patterns appeared on Yan Jin's red flame armor, and it was also absorbing her scattered sword energy.
"Half a quarter of an hour." Yan Jin's hoarse voice was filled with cruel pleasure, "Your sword energy will be sucked dry by my Soul Devouring Fire Armor."
"When the time comes, I will definitely burn all your clothes. I'm sure there will still be many people willing to see Fairy Yun from the provincial capital, given her graceful and charming appearance, right? Hahaha!"
He wanted to use the most vicious revenge to repay the shame that Ye Tianming had previously brought to their Chiyan Sect!
