"call……"

Before Cheng Beikong's corpse fell down, a ball of flame rolled over. In the raging flames, the vague figure quickly turned into ashes. The flames rolled up again, wrapped in a few things and flew back to Lin Feng who had already arrived.

Lin Feng raised his hand and grabbed it. The Blood Demon Blade, Purple Flame Thunder Knife and a Object-Seeing Ring in the flames were grabbed by him, and the lava fire penetrated into his body along his arm.

After putting away several magic weapons, Lin Feng called back the Red Soul Flying Sword and held it under his feet, then he breathed a sigh of relief with pale face. He looked down at a porcelain bottle still in his left hand. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. This was the porcelain bottle storing the Spirit Spring. After using the Blue Moon Forbidden God Technique, his true energy was almost exhausted. So he chose to use the Red Soul Flying Sword to attack Cheng Beikong, but was blocked by the old man in the ink robe of the Ziyan Gate. Later, Cheng Beikong was deceived by the illusion and attacked Bai Honglin again. He had no choice but to take out a bottle of Lingquan and pour it directly, then forcibly activate the Blood Demon Blade, and pursue it one after another. Only then did he lucky enough to kill the enemy with the help of Bai Honglin.

Lingquan has not had much inventory, and now it is really a pity that Lin Feng feels a little sad, but it is worth it to be able to kill Cheng Beikong.

The effect of the spiritual spring taken was still there, and coupled with the magical effect of "Caichen Jue", Lin Feng's exhausted true energy was recovering rapidly. While adjusting his breathing secretly, he turned his head to look in the direction where Bai Honglin was, and was about to go over and deal with the Qiankun treasure pot and the purple flame fire inside.

"Um?!"

But at this moment, Lin Feng's expression, which had just relaxed, suddenly changed, his eyes were filled with horror, and he looked at the Qiankun treasure pot not far ahead in disbelief.

“Buzz…”

At the same time, the Qiankun treasure pot, which had been calming for several breaths just now with Cheng Beikong's death, suddenly made a trembling sound. The body of the pot trembled violently, and the fine cracks on it flashed with a deep purple light, and it seemed that there was a trend of becoming more and more powerful, as if the entire treasure pot would completely explode from inside in the next second.

"What's going on!!" Lin Feng was shocked for no reason. As the holder of the Qiankun Bao Pot, he naturally knew the situation of the Bao Pot. He clearly felt that the purple flame fire in the Bao Pot was more irritable than before, and it was still increasing. In this situation, it would probably take less than half a minute before, and the Qiankun Bao Pot would be completely destroyed.

The enemy has been solved, and Lin Feng certainly does not want to lose this rare and powerful magic weapon again. Almost subconsciously, he made a magic trick to Qiankun Bao Po. With a thought, he saw that the lid of Qiankun Bao Po opened. In an instant, a surging purple flame rushed out like a volcano erupting, and an indescribable terrifying force swept across the world in an instant...

Bai Honglin was waiting for Lin Feng to come, and the change in the Qiankun Bao Pou scared him. At this time, he felt the terrifying power emitted by the purple flame fire released from the treasure pot. His face changed drastically and he instinctively reacted and retreated backwards. His eyes were full of horror and disbelief. He also didn't understand why Cheng Beikong was dead, but the purple flame fire still had such changes.

In the blink of an eye, all the purple flames in the Qiankun treasure pot rushed out. The treasure pot stopped crying and was finally not destroyed. However, the situation seemed to become more troublesome than the treasure pot being destroyed...

Seeing the purple fire released, Lin Feng couldn't help but be stunned. He was more familiar with the strange fire than anyone present, and felt more clearly that the situation of the purple fire is very wrong, very wrong. It seems that a destructive force is brewing inside it, or it can be said that the purple fire is "destroying itself"...

"Self-destroying?!" The moment this thought appeared in my mind, Lin Feng's heart suddenly tightened. He thought of what Cheng Beikong said before his death. He thought it was just a verbal curse in the other party's despair, but now it seems that it is not that simple at all - it is not a curse, but a declaration!

The other party's action before his death was probably because he used some secret technique and issued the last order to Zi Yaohuo - the order to destroy himself!

There is such a secret technique?! The strange fire can actually self-destruct and detonate like a magic weapon?! How terrifying is the self-destruction of the top-quality purple flame fire? I'm afraid it will be as true as Cheng Beikong said before his death. Everyone here will be buried with him...

Thinking of this, Lin Feng felt cold hands and feet, and even his back was almost wet with cold sweat. He couldn't help but look at the purple Yaohuo that was constantly spreading in the air, and for a moment he was at a loss.

"Zi Yao Ming Mie... It's Zi Yao Ming Mie!!"

At this moment, a scream of horror suddenly sounded. Lin Feng subconsciously turned his head to look, but saw that the old man in the ink robe from the Zi Yan Sect was screaming. His image was quite embarrassing at this time, as if he was injured in the battle just now. His face was showing unprecedented horror, even more exaggerated than when he saw Cheng Beikong being killed just now.

The scream was completely subconsciously. Many people around him heard it. Most of them looked confused. There were only a few elder-level figures of the Zi Yan Sect, after a moment of stunned silence, they showed the same expression as the old man in the ink robe.

Although I don’t understand, I can draw a rough conclusion just from the reaction of the old man in the ink robe - it’s obvious that the current change of Zi Yaohuo is called ‘Zi Yao Ming Destruction’, and from this name, I can guess how bad the situation is.

Suddenly, he had just fallen into a battlefield of temporary pause because of Cheng Beikong's death, and immediately fell into panic again. Whether it was the Xuanbing Palace or the Ziyan Sect, the people began to get upset.

In the air, Lin Feng looked at the riots around him with a gloomy face. He could ignore the people from the Ziyan Sect, but he could not ignore the people from the Xuanbing Palace, let alone...

His eyes looked towards the back mountain of Xuanbing Palace, and the anxiety and helplessness gradually faded away, replaced by incomparable firmness and persistence.

"No...you must not let Zi Yaohuo destroy himself like this!!"

Lin Feng clenched his fists, his eyes flashed with light. He suddenly gritted his teeth and waved his right hand forward. The lava fire that had just retracted it roared out and exploded into a huge fire net in the air, covering the spreading purple flame fire.

Although he knew that his lava fire might not be enough to stop the self-destruction of Zi Yao Fire, Lin Feng couldn't care about so much now. In any case, he had to fight!

The purple flame in the sky had spread to a range of 300 meters, and strange twists appeared in many places in the surrounding void, as if even the space was about to be melted. Lin Feng expanded the lava fire to the extreme and barely covered all the purple flames. With his right hand, the lava fire net began to slowly shrink...
Chapter completed!