Even though a golden sun was hanging high in the sky, Yun Yilan felt cold in her heart.

He narrowed his eyes and looked outside the hall, Liuyun, Qingfeng, and the unbelievable eyes of the disciples beside him.

From the day he took over as head, Yun Yilan told himself that in his hands, Fenxiang Valley will surely become the most important sect in the right way and even in the world.

No one knew what he was unwilling to accept.

"True Master Daoxuan, you said it too easily." Yun Yilan's voice suddenly became low.

"You are Qingyun Mountain, and you are in a famous fairyland, and you are in the world's most famous fairyland. You have a secret script taught by God, so you are naturally confident."

He stretched out his finger, pointed at the disciples of Fenxiang Valley present, and pointed one by one.

"I, Burning Incense Valley, is located in southern Xinjiang, is an uncivilized land. Over the past century, I have only had these twenty disciples who can be cultivated. Among them, there are not even one who can compare with you, Master Lu, as you."

Lu Xueqi twisted her body uneasy.

"You Qingyun Sect have the Zhuxian Sword Formation. No matter what kind of crisis situation, you can treat it safely. Where is my Burning Xiang Valley? There is nothing, and a mere beast god makes me unable to resist."

Yun Yilan straightened her chest and looked at Daoxuan.

"I Burning Incense Valley, guarding the southern border every year. When facing the barbarians, I dare not ignore it for a day. Generations of elders were killed by barbarians and monsters, and I had just returned to my current status. Even so, the monks in the Central Plains still did not take us seriously."

The flames under him surged with his words, as if they were about to flood the entire Yuqing Palace.

Everyone in the hall began to remain silent. The status of Fenxiang Valley among the three sects of righteousness was indeed the lowest. Even in the Qingyun Sect, there were many disciples who regarded them as unworthy of their names.

"True Master Daoxuan, you said that my status in Fenxiang Valley is not based on the kindness of my predecessors, but I have fought for it step by step. What qualifications do you have to look down on Qingyun Sect?"

Black flames filled the entire hall, and in a hazy cloud, Yun Yilan's slightly crazy voice came.

"Minister Daoxuan, since I, Yun Yilan, dare to do it, I dare to do it. Today, I will let you see. Even if I, Yun Yilan, do not have your turn to judge what I, will do!"

"How can you monks in the Central Plains who have smooth sailing know the suffering of me monks in the southern border?"

No one expected that this Master of Burning Incense Valley, who is the most unrevealed and undescending in the right path, was so cruel.

The Fenxiang Valley did not obtain the secret of the sky fire, but the black flames in this matter were even more fierce than the sky fire that Qin Mu had seen.

The formation passed down by the Fenxiang Valley - the Eight Evil Fire Dragon Magic Formation, originally needed the secret of the sky fire of the Witch Clan, but the Fenxiang Valley has never obtained this secret. Instead, several amazing seniors actually had the idea of ​​using the blood sacrifice of living people to enhance the power of the formation.

Yun Yilan was originally a genius who was hard to come from in Burning Xiang Valley for a thousand years, but she actually made a unique idea. Not only did she use this blood sacrifice method, but she also turned the strange black flames into her own use. At this time, when she came, it seemed that a dark cloud suddenly appeared on the top of Tongtian Peak. From a distance, she looked terrifying and strange.

As if with the roar of countless unjust souls, the black flames from Jiuyou all rushed towards Daoxuan.

Master Puhong was born in a Buddhist country. When facing the black flames, he was most sensitive and felt a sense of fear. He unconsciously folded his hands together and sighed in a low voice: "Injustice!" The Buddha's light flashed in his hand and was about to take action.

A green shadow stood in front of him.

The golden light that had not yet taken action seemed to have encountered some beast, but it actually shrank like a spiritual thing.

A more appropriate statement is that when you meet a more pure and majestic force than it, you naturally bow your head.

Master Puhong looked at Qin Mu in front of him with complicated eyes, bowed slightly, and said, "Donor Qin, I heard from my junior brother Puzhi that you have a deep Buddha nature and don't believe it very much, but today I have seen it."

He looked at Qin Mu's eyes and was insane for a moment.

In those eyes, there were seven colors like glass, and countless light was hidden in it.

Puhong had an unknown cry and shock in his heart: "The Medicine Master Liuli Light King Buddha!"

The Medicine Buddha, the King of Light of the Glazed Light, is the leader of the Eastern Pure Light of the Glazed Light of the Glazed Light of the Glazed Light, and is surrounded by two great men who are both the Medicine Buddha. The three are called the Three Saints of the East.

Like Qin Mu, in addition to the Earthly Demon Orifices, there are three other three, which have become the sun god and moon god in the palm of the palace. Naturally, they begin to achieve the fruit karma of the glazed Buddha in the Buddhist family.

Control the light and become glass.

Qin Mu seemed not to notice his shocked eyes, nodded slightly, and said, "It's not time for you to be a man. This Qingyun Mountain cannot be presumptuous if you are just Yun Yilan.

Sure enough, the battle in the black flames has come to an end.

Yun Yilan finally showed her figure.

Or in other words, Yun Yilan, whom no one can recognize.

There is no hair on the top of the head, but there are slightly curved horns like sheep's horns. Their face, eyebrows and eyes are similar to those of humans, but under the pair of eyes burning with black flames, there are sharp fangs in their mouths.

His body was very different from that of a human. His torso was as strong as a tiger and a leopard, with four arms on one hand, holding a knife in one hand and a shield in the other hand; the remaining two hands tightly grasped a painfully twisted human body, and the man seemed to be shouting in the sky; while the other hand gently held something, and it was the heart of a human being.

The whole body is wrapped in black flames, and only the human body and heart are a phantom, but everyone can feel that this phantom is the human soul.

He opened his mouth and smiled, stuffed the figure in his hand into his mouth, and started chewing it.

The black flame in his eyes seemed to have obtained nutrients and burned even more violently.

The disciples of the Fenxiang Valley have never seen such a valley master?

Even the people from the Qingyun sects drew their swords and looked at Yun Yilan in the field.

"Good sword technique!" His voice became hoarse, just looking at Dao Xuan who was gradually showing his body, with a complacent smile on his lips.

Daoxuan's shape was much more embarrassing than his. Not only was his clothes cracked, but there was also a trace of blood on his lips. When he heard his words, he raised his head and looked at Yun Yilan in front of him. His eyes were filled with pity.

"Is it worth it?"

Some people have tried their best to be human and stay with their beloved forever.

But some people give up being human beings for the sake of ultimate strength.

No one could understand the expression in Yun Yilan's eyes.

"Nonsense! Daoxuan, if you don't rely on the Zhuxian Sword Formation, how can you compare with me? Today I want everyone in the world to see that I am the Burning Incense Valley, not weaker than others!" The knife in his hand turned into a black light and hit Daoxuan's chest.

Dao Xuan sighed lightly, and the sword light slowly bloomed.

If Wan Jianyi's sword is like fire, like the new sun, passion, and ultimate.

The mysterious sword is water, moistening things silently.

There was no violent impact, only a breeze blew by.

Yun Yilan's figure slowly turned into two halves.

"Without the Zhuxian Sword Formation, I am still Daoxuan. Now, who are you?" Daoxuan's voice sounded in Yun Yilan's ears.

Qin Mu was not surprised by this result.

It is not his own, but it is not his own. What cannot be concealed by his magnificent and powerful appearance is his fragile self.
Chapter completed!