hey demon

Chapter 393

Sparrow head road, the imperial palace, the scarlet fire sycamore was born from the fire, exuding a scorching brilliance.

Hum, dense waves appeared, holding a white jade dust whisk, Zhao Qianyang's figure quietly emerged.

Without saying a word, ignoring the roar of the earth, the void was filled with waves, and Zhao Qianyang stepped into the red phoenix tree in one step.

There is a hole in the sky, Zhao Qianyang returned to his retreat, this is the Zhuque blessed land of the Zhao family, but this blessed land has long been dilapidated, but even so, it is still the most important heritage of the Zhao family, and it contains a variety of precious resources , including the cracked god jade veins necessary for promotion to Yinshen.

A round of golden sun hangs high in the sky, radiating light and heat wantonly. The plane trees are everywhere, born from the ashes of fire, and there are Liyan sparrows nesting on the trees and multiplying.

Across the phoenix tree forest, a sea of ​​red flames appeared in front of Zhao Qianyang's eyes. Inside, there were many kinds of spiritual fires scurrying like swimming fish, and in the center was a golden lotus blooming. On the golden lotus sat a Taoist cross-legged. Zhao Qianyang is exactly the same, but his aura has weakened a lot, and even exudes an unconcealable rotten aura.

Hum, the Yang God returned to his place, and Zhao Qianyang opened his eyes, but at this moment, his originally scattered aura suddenly dropped to another level. The aura of life was like a candle in the wind, which would be extinguished as soon as it was blown.

Cracking, cracking, like cracked porcelain, at this moment, fine cracks appeared on Zhao Qianyang's rickety body, and there seemed to be lightning flowing inside, exuding a destructive atmosphere.

"Hey, I just sigh that my Zhao family's inheritance is lacking. If I can really cultivate the supernatural power of burning the sky and boiling the sea, how can I allow Han Chan to escape, but after this encounter, Han Chan's demon body is destroyed, and the demon soul is burned by the sky fire. If you are lucky enough to survive, I am afraid that you will not be able to make any waves in a short time."

Letting the injuries on his body worsen, he raised his head with difficulty, looking at the scorching sun in the sky, Zhao Qianyang let out a sigh.

Although the Zhao family is not considered a top power in Zhongzhou Haotu, it is also one of the famous families. The ancestors once gave birth to immortals. This broken Suzaku Paradise was left by that ancestor, but the inheritance of the Zhao family's supernatural powers is incomplete. Yes, or in other words, this line of inheritance should have been stronger in the first place.

The real supernatural power of burning the sky and boiling the sea is the real supernatural power, but the Zhao family inherited only the part of boiling the sea, lacking the most important burning sky, and when he dealt with the Han Cicada King, he just used the power of the big formation to take it. It's just a coincidence, it's far from the real Burning Heaven and Cooking Sea.

"It's a pity I'm going to die."

Looking at the scorching sun in the sky, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and Zhao Qianyang withdrew his gaze.

Yin Yang is born, and Yang gods can live for thousands of years. They need to go through nine calamities, use the power of thunder to refine their souls, and thoroughly refine their yin qualities until they reach the state of pure yang. The yin quality in the body will fade by one point, and the life span will be extended by a hundred years.

However, the thunder calamity is dangerous, and it is fiercer every time. Even Taoist monks are walking on thin ice.

40 years ago, his lifespan was approaching, and no matter how difficult it was to continue, Zhao Qianyang chose to undergo the fourth thunder tribulation. He failed, but with the help of the Zhao family's background, he did not die directly, but lingered on.

However, Lei Jie's injury was a Tao injury, and it was very difficult to repair it. After decades, his injury not only failed to recover, but continued to deteriorate.

It is precisely because of this that other forces in the Dali Dynasty have gradually noticed some clues over the years, and coupled with the overall decline of the Zhao family, these forces have begun to move some small thoughts of their own.

"Although the Han Cicada King could not be completely killed this time, after this encounter, the monsters in the Southern Wilderness will inevitably suffer heavy losses, and the other forces in the country will be much more stable if they are concerned about my existence."

A thought appeared, and an invisible flame ignited from Zhao Qianyang's body, burning his vitality continuously, making his life breath rise continuously, like green smoke.

Knowing that the injury is difficult to heal, after confirming that the Han Cicada King's injury is very good, Zhao Qianyang uses Zhao Wuji and his own Taoist artifact as bait to lure the Han Cicada King to show up.

In order to completely kill the Han Cicada King, Zhao Qianyang used the magic power of the divine light mirror to restore his state to the peak period.

But once this supernatural power is used, his way of life is really cut off. This is a desperate supernatural power.

"What I can do now is to leave the last bit of heritage for the Zhao family. As for the future... I can't control it anymore."

"Life hangs by a thread."

His thoughts died down, his body rotted, and the Suzaku crowed. Under the burning of the flames, Zhao Qianyang's breath of life was completely dissipated, leaving only the last wisp floating above his head, like a silk thread, unknowingly connected there .

At this moment, many Li Yanques living in the Suzaku's secret territory were moved, and they all uttered mournful cries, and they all spread their wings and danced in the sky, staying together for a long time.

At the same time, in the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, a ray of golden light whizzed past at an extremely fast speed. It was the Han Cicada King, but at this time it was extremely miserable.

Not only was the monster's body destroyed, leaving only the monster's soul, but also when it broke through the blockade of the sea of ​​fire, its monster's soul was inevitably touched by the sky fire, which made it suffer from burning all the time.

"I must rush back as soon as possible. Only with the help of Lingshan can I suppress this fire."

With only one thought in his mind, Han Chan King pushed his speed to the extreme, which was the power brought by Honghua.

But at this moment, the Han Cicada King suddenly saw a young monk, riding on the back of a six-tusk white jade elephant, with a golden roc squatting on his shoulder, with red lips and white teeth, who looked eleven or twelve years old, with drooping eyebrows and a sad face .

"Amitabha, the poor monk Shanyuan has seen the golden cicada benefactor."

With a feeling in his heart, he caught the trace of the Han Cicada King, clasped his hands together, and saluted, and the little monk tried his best to show a smile on his face.

Hearing this, looking at the little monk who happened to be blocking his way, Han Cicada suddenly had a subtle feeling in his heart. He had never seen it before, but he had an inexplicable kindness towards this little monk.

"The donor has a predestined relationship with the poor monk, so why not go back with the poor monk. It is really a wonderful thing to practice Buddhist rituals, recite Buddhist scriptures, and realize the true meaning of the Vajra."

Seeing the Han Cicada King getting closer, the little monk Shanyuan spoke again, his words were solemn, without any jokes, and he was not at all afraid of the demon king's aura blooming wantonly from the Han Cicada King, like a spring breeze blowing on his face.

Hearing such words, the tip of Han Chan King's heart suddenly trembled, and he felt a bad feeling. The little monk's cultivation base is not high, but he is just a yin god. According to common sense, even if he is seriously injured at this time, he will still be injured. Such a character can be easily crushed to death, but after meeting the little monk, it instinctively sensed the danger, and its mind was frantically warning to keep it away from the little monk.

(End of this chapter)