“Bao…”

The "White Cloud Garnish" fell to the ground and broke into pieces. At the same time, Jing Hua stimulated the "Fengxing Talisman", and the spiritual power was used to support the body, almost hovering in the air.

The ice and water talismans have been used up long ago. The monks did not hesitate and continuously tapped out "earth wall talismans", "yellow sand talismans", "stone falling talismans", etc., hoping to eliminate the earth fire. However, the talismans and talismans have a huge gap, and the attack is like a stone sinking to the sea, without any effect.

The earth fire in the cave is getting stronger and stronger, with endless signs.

Jing Hua felt sweat gushing down, evaporating in an instant, and his body showed signs of exhaustion. The support time of the "Fengxing Talisman" was limited, and I don't know how long it took, and several talismans were exhausted.

The rice ball stood on Jing Hua's shoulder, zhizhi and huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh

The "Earth Fire Melting City" has not yet ended. The flames in the passage are raging, and the fire is rising, and there is no life when it falls to the ground. The monk is unwilling to wait for death, and he thinks about countermeasures when he is hanging in the air. At this moment, he does not keep it and waves to release the "Black Iron Guarding Tower" and cushion under his body.

The "Black Iron Guarding Tower" was obtained from the monks of the "Ghost Sect". The level of sacrifice and refining is not high, and its power is also mediocre. When the magic weapon is used, the size is almost larger than that of the house.

As the name suggests, magic weapons have two uses: "town" and "guard", which are divided into attack and defense. At this moment, they are under the body and suppress the earth fire, which is barely considered suitable for use.

“Rare…crunch…”

Unfortunately, ordinary magic weapons are difficult to block high-level talisman treasures. The "Black Iron Guarding Tower" comes into contact with the ground fire, and a strange noise is heard in the blink of an eye. Jing Hua is even more miserable. The ground fire is burning too much and too fiercely. Even if it is blocked by magic weapons, it can still hurt the body.

In a moment, the monk's body was hot and the skin was molted and bubbled in many places. Before the earth fire could attack, the power of the remaining flame could kill low-level monks.

Fortunately, Jing Hua practiced martial arts and was strong in his body, and he was barely injured but could not die.

"ah......"

Amid the screams, the flesh and blood that were ignited by the ground fire quickly became necrotic, affecting the internal organs. The spiritual storage in the body was stagnant and the movement became slower, causing the body to continue to suffer damage.

Fire poison is fierce and fierce, and the organs are rapidly exhausted. Under the vicious cycle, monks have signs of absent-minded shock.

If you faint, everything will definitely stop. Jing Hua bit his tongue hard and forced his mind to remain awake.

He tried to curl up his body and avoid the earth's fire. Even so, the burning did not weaken at all. After a cup of tea, his body burned more than 70% of his skin, his internal organs were severely damaged, and his magic weapon lost control.

"Crack..."

The "Black Iron Guarding Tower" sounded like a blew up. In terms of texture, it was far better than the "white cloud yarn", but the ground fire was burned directly and could not support it for too long.

Seeing that the instrument collapsed, Jing Hua was shocked and reached out to release the "Soul-Destroying Golden Bell" to help him. The Lingzang was not functioning smoothly under severe injuries. Not only did he not sacrifice the magic weapon, his arm was also damaged by the ground fire.

“Wait…”

His arm almost turned into coke, and Jing Hua felt the pain and his screams were stuffed back into his abdomen. His whole arm lost his intuition and hanged down hard.

"call......"

The flames soared, just in time to burn the "Dragon Eye Ghost Flower Vine". Originally, it was connected with Jing Hua's soul and relied on his spiritual sense to lead his actions. Jing Hua knew that he was not afraid of metal, stone, water and wood, and was afraid of true fire among the five elements, so he did not use stems and vines to protect his body.

Attacked by the earth fire, the "Dragon Eye Ghost Flower Vine" jumped on its own. It suddenly became bigger and longer, wrapping the body of the "host" layer by layer.

The golden "longeen" on the rattan suddenly opened, and thousands of light burst out, like a golden ball. Jing Hua and the vine and the people were protected in it, blocking the flames from outside.

"Click!"

Just at this moment, the "Black Iron Guarding Tower" was broken into several pieces and scattered all over the ground.

Jing Hua's life was hanging on a thread and fell into a semi-coma. In the blur, he saw the golden light, and his soul and consciousness suddenly relaxed.

"Longwei Town Cangqiu..."

So that's what it means, I must have thought of it a long time ago. He had vaguely seen similar scenes. It seems that he can't remember when and where...

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Gone, don't know time.

The "reincarnation gourd" in the left hand was unattended, and suddenly there was movement. The pitch-black gourd slowly floated out of the palm of the hand and rose to the air at the bottom of the hole.

Lightning appeared on the surface of the gourd, and a strange suction force suddenly came out. A large number of snake groups died in the cave, and all the remaining souls were absorbed by them. The gourd absorbed the night soul, slowly sinking back to the palm, and disappearing.

Jing Hua was blessed by the golden light and barely avoided the "fire disaster". His whole body was half unconscious, and his spiritual consciousness was hurt everywhere and hurt everywhere. Sometimes it was as hot as a soldering iron, and sometimes it was torn like frostbite.

The mouth, nose, and internal organs are burning, as if smoke fills the torso, constantly emitting from the seven orifices. If you carefully identify it, it actually has the aroma of barbecue, making people wonder if the skin and flesh have been cooked?

In a trance, the movement came from the left palm, and the cool nectar poured in from the left arm, concentrating and calming the mind, as if familiar. The essence of the Yuanling nourished the internal organs and repaired the damage. The monk's mind was relaxed and he fainted completely.

The golden light outside is as old as before, no matter how the earth fire is raging, it is always blocked by light balls. The color of the surface of the stems and vines changes. First, the golden "longan" gradually disappears, and then the emerald green vines lose their luster and slowly become dull and scorched. Some places turn yellow and gray, shaped like dead wood and coke.

After a while, the power of the "Earth Fire Melting City" was exhausted and the cave returned to a dead silence. The golden light dissipated, and Jing Huashang was lying in the passage and was unconscious, but a sound came from the bottom of the cave.

Huang Xianhua first lifted the bowl and crawled out.

Although he was not dead in the disaster, his body was red and he looked like a ghost, and he seemed to have suffered heavy injuries. Despite being isolated from the bowl, Huang Xianhua still had weak breath and burned his limbs and torso many times. His face was filled with black air, and it was obvious that the snake venom had not been removed.

"Earth Fire Melting City" does not distinguish between enemies and us.

Huang Xianhua hid in the fire, and if he had the ability to transform the gods, he would naturally be fine. But he was a foundation-building monk. If he had no bowl protection, his body and soul would have been destroyed. Now that the magic weapon has been destroyed, his body was seriously injured, and he finally saved his life.

"Hahaha......"

Facing the countless remains and snake corpses around him, and looking at the injuries on his body, Huang Xianhua suddenly raised his head and laughed loudly. The laughter continued, but tears slid down the corners of his eyes and dripped onto the ground.

All the junior brothers and sisters who came here died, and "recovering the spirit snake" became a joke. The life-saving earth evil magic weapon was burned and the talisman trump card was gone. He was the only one who survived and didn't know how to explain it when he went back.

After laughing for a long time, Huang Xianhua wiped away his tears and spread his palms. There was a healing pill in the jade bottle in his palm. He was about to open the bottle and take the medicine, and the changes in the hole started to arise again.

"Swish..."

Not far from him, the fallen one-horned snake king moved. It suddenly raised half of its body and sprayed out a black poisonous arrow desperately.

The two were too close to each other, and the poisonous arrow came quickly and quickly. Huang Xianhua was not prepared and was in the central room by the poisonous arrow.

"puff!"

One arrow pierces the heart.

Huang Xianhua was stunned. He looked down at his chest, then looked up at the Snake King.

The one-horned snake king was burned several times, and most of his body had been burned, and he could not even stand up. It was too close to each other, and the snake king's eyes shone coldly, which was clearly a deep hatred and resentment.

The poisonous arrow enters the heart and immediately turns into venom and spreads.

Huang Xianhua's face turned gray and his skin quickly turned earth-brown. The corners of his mouth were raised, and his expression seemed to be crying and laughing, which was very strange.

"Plop!"

The monk fell on his back and died of anger.
Chapter completed!