The moment Zhang Xiaodao hugged Zhao Qingsong, his arms turned into black rocks and the slurry spread.

The scorching stinging sensation made Zhao Qingsong not have time to breathe. His arms were completely melted, but Zhang Xiaodao continued to tighten his arms, embracing him more enthusiastically.

A passionate hug must be face-to-face, face-to-face.

Zhao Qingsong's old face, half of the mummy's corpse, was brightened at this time. He looked at Zhang Xiaodao's inhuman cheeks, accompanied by huge pain in his body, and a sense of fear filled his heart.

Zhang Xiaodao's cheeks were black rocky, like countless cracks cracked from the surface of the flame desert, and the cracks were filled with slurry, emitting a suffocating heat wave.

Flame erupted in his eyes, and the corners of his bursting mouth were slightly raised. He pressed his chest against Zhao Qingsong's chest.

A light sound suddenly sounded, and the handle of the fallen snow long knife penetrated into Zhao Qingsong's abdomen and shot out.

In the tightly pressed chest, the pattern of the flame beast came out of his body and penetrated into Zhao Qingsong's body. All the moisture in Zhao Qingsong's remaining dry body evaporated instantly.

The sea of ​​energy has been broken and the mind has been confused.

Zhao Qingsong's only consciousness was that he was unwilling to die, but his hard body that had resisted Zhang Xiaodao was Qingling Arrow but did not provide him with any resistance.

His body began to melt.

The first thing to collapse was his head. After a piece of collapse appeared, a wisp of molten came out, which flowed on his cheeks, burning his wrinkles and melting his flesh.

Half of the collapsed cheeks showed white bones, but at this time the bones were no longer white, but turned red, and eventually turned into burning candles, sinking layer by layer.

The huge hole in his right chest began to burn, like a lit fire slit in the center of the rice paper, spreading rapidly, burning countless flesh and blood into flying ashes.

Zhang Xiaodao's enthusiastic hug became tighter and tighter, and Zhao Qingsong he hugged began to get smaller and smaller.

The high priest of the ruling looked at this scene for some reason and felt trembling in his heart. But he did not move at all, and knew that it was too late to save Zhao Qingsong in this short period of time.

He looked at Zhang Xiaodao, who was only the Spiritual Source Realm with hatred, took out a pocket dagger on his waist, and cut open his palm without hesitation.

A smell of blood suddenly spread out, and the high priest twitched his straight nose as he enjoyed it. His blood dripped down his palm and smashed a deep pit.

Half of his body melted, Zhao Qingsong finally let out an unwilling howl in the flash.

But after the howling came out, the hot molten slurry melted his throat, and his voice stopped abruptly, leaving only a big mouth that opened on his terrifying cheeks and a silent sob in his throat.

Zhang Xiaodao's enthusiastic hug completely melted him!

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Zhao Qingsong turned into a thick pool of black water under Zhang Xiaodao's feet, exuding a foul smell, diluting the blood in the space.

Zhang Xiaodao turned around and looked at the high priest who knew he had no time to stop him, so he was ready to use the strongest means to kill his ruling.

The high priest of the ruling seemed to be in a hurry to take action. Even though Zhang Xiaodao had just shown the terrifying strength that made his heart tremble, he still felt that Zhang Xiaodao was just an ant.

Zhang Xiaodao, who was just an ant, was very anxious. He knew that all he could rely on was the ability of the fusion spirit and the activation of the divine wheel in his mind.

If he faces the final battle head-on, he will never be able to shake the tragic high priest who has been stained with countless blood in his life.

So his choice was extremely simple. After this step, he disappeared before the high priest's judgment.

The high priest did not care about Zhang Xiaodao's speed that was unrecognizable. He had seen it once. After suffering a loss, he would naturally not be fooled again.

When entering the realm of Life, you will have extremely sharp changes in the vital energy around you. If Zhang Xiaodao had not come too suddenly just now, Zhao Qingsong would have missed another kick. He could at least react to avoid a fatal blow.

The high priest was naturally countless times stronger than Zhao Qingsong, but he went to listen to the sound of the vitality of this world.

He just put his chest with the broken palm that he had just cut, and suddenly his blood and energy surged!

Zhang Xiaodao came to the front of the high priest who ruled without surprise. The pig-killing knife was unsheathed!

The cowhide scabbard and the pig-killing knife rubbed a sharp sound, and Zhang Xiaodao was united in one, and this time the "Drawing" was flawless!

After the Pig Killing Knife was unsheathed, Zhang Xiaodao's arm began to tremble rapidly. This knife seemed to be just a slash, but it contained all the changes in "The Thirteenth Style of the Wilderness Knife".

At the same time, Zhang Xiaodao had already learned "Explosion Qi" to transform all the energy in his body into the thought attack in the Futu Temple, turning it into a cluster of arrows that could penetrate everything and rushed towards the high priest of the Judgment.

This attack is Zhang Xiaodao's strongest attack in his life!

But the high priest of the ruling is the high priest of the Holy See!

A layer of blood mist was shrouded in the body that was soaring to the sky. Zhang Xiaodao's thought attack disappeared in an instant, and the body of the high priest did not even shake.

The invincible pig-killing knife made an extremely sharp friction sound after touching the blood-colored aura fog. The pig-killing knife seemed to have slashed into the body of some kind of hard substance, and was stuck and could no longer make any moves.

Zhang Xiaodao's speed was completely unworthy of the high priest. He just touched Zhang Xiaodao's shoulder with one hand, then tucked his five fingers, making a strange sound of "Ziz".

Zhang Xiaodao's shoulders seemed to be invincible with endless blood evaporated from the high priest's hand, and the red mist immediately filled with it!

But at this time, five fingers had already been pulled into his flesh and blood, and countless blood was forcibly instilled into Zhang Xiaodao's body.

Zhang Xiaodao didn't know what terrible scene would happen if he was poured into his body by this blood. The years of practice in "Wuwang Physical Practice" gave him the ability to forcibly twist his shoulders.

The twisted shoulders kicked back to the chest at an incredible angle, as if the five fingers embedded in them were embedded, and they should be held off under such a large twist.

The high priest of the ruling took back his hand at this moment. He opened his mouth slightly and spit out a stream of red smoke. Zhang Xiaodao withdrew his knife and disappeared in front of him.

At this moment, the huge body of the flame beast began to collapse, and countless ruins fell into the red fog, buying up a little time for Zhang Xiaodao's evacuation.

The high priest ruled that he had not taken any steps. Blood had just entered Zhang Xiaodao's body, and Zhang Xiaodao's actions were completely clearly displayed in front of him.

He whispered: "Actually, I don't want to kill you. You just melted your spirits for a while and have not completely merged with the flame beast. I want to try to get rid of it!"

Zhang Xiaodao didn't know that this sentence was true or false, but at this time his originally fire-breathing eyes were extinguished, and only blood was filled with it. Everything in front of him began to blur, his steps began to float, his mind was chaotic, and he felt that he could not even mobilize a trace of energy!

Under the action of the Divine Wheel, Zhang Xiaodao was extremely fast, but because of his staggering steps, he fell to the soft but extremely cold rocky ground.

The high priest, who used blood as his magical power, came slowly, walked in front of him, and stretched out a hand.

Zhang Xiaodao knew that this hand was not pulling him up, and then patting the dust on his body, but came to take his life.

But he seemed to have no room for fighting back at this time!

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Nalan Chu stood dumbly under the huge atrium of the flame beast.

When Zhang Xiaodao just left, she had not come back to her senses. She only felt a feeling that she had never experienced in her life spreading to her heart. When time just passed just a cup of tea, she no longer felt this feeling, but was worried.

In just a short quarter of an hour, Zhang Xiaodao accompanied the flame beast to its life and shared its joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys, and she also accompanied Zhang Xiaodao to cry and laugh in this short time.

Therefore, no other person would understand better than her why Zhang Xiaodao fought desperately, but even though she understood, Nalan Chu did not want Zhang Xiaodao to hit the stone with an egg and kill her life.

So she began to climb on the rock wall with her pitiful cultivation. When she finally arrived at the exit of her heart, she stopped.

She was afraid that after walking out at this step, she saw Zhang Xiaodao dying in front of her.

She thought of what Zhang Xiaodao said before leaving, and her delicate body trembled and closed her hands, hoping that Zhang Xiaodao would be safe and sound. She gave Zhang Xiaodao trust again and prayed for Zhang Xiaodao.

As if he felt Nalan Chu's power, Zhang Xiaodao supported his body with his melted hands. The lava on his face seemed to shatter, and the mottled stones fell off, and it made a crackling sound on the ground.

The high priest's hand came to Zhang Xiaodao's head and gently put it down.

Zhang Xiaodao's stubble was a little hard, and the blood in the high priest's hand flowed down, as if he was going to wash Zhang Xiaodao's hair, but it was equivalent to taking off Zhang Xiaodao's head.

The bright red blood spread on Zhang Xiaodao's face, his mind getting closer and closer to chaos, his hands finally became weak, and his body fell down again.

This scene was naturally expected for the high priest of the ruling. He tried to exchange blood for blood and transform Zhang Xiaodao into a puppet that he could control in his spirit. He used the short gap when his spiritual melting time to stain the soul of the flame beast with his blood to separate Zhang Xiaodao, and then carried out long-term warming to deceive the flame beast into his spiritual melting.

This idea is whimsical, but it is worth a try for the High Priest who is proficient in all things.

Killing Zhang Xiaodao is not the ultimate goal of his trip. What he wants to do has always been Rongling!

When he tried to use his supernatural powers to separate the enemy, he calmed down and first confirmed that Zhang Xiaodao was in a state of fake death and entered the absolute unconsciousness before he slowly took action.

However, this state of false death is equivalent to the master's life for the only remaining true energy of Zhang Xiaodao. It must save Zhang Xiaodao's life.

So the true energy was poured into Zhang Xiaodao's body. In just a moment, all the debris in Zhang Xiaodao's body, including the magical powers of the High Priest, were completely shattered.
Chapter completed!