"No, there is no way out!"

Li Qingshan glanced down and found that before he knew it, the scene on the ground was completely different from Qingzhou. The rich trees intertwined into a blue sea, spreading on the undulating land, full of the primitive and wilderness.

Huge monster birds flew past the sky, and smoke coiled between the dense forests, and a stream of demonic aura came. If a demon clan in Qingzhou dared to fly in the sky so openly and walk on the ground, he would soon be strangled by the practitioners.

"Is this already a wuzhou?"

Li Qingshan has been flying southwest, and has now crossed thousands of miles away. Entering the land of Wuzhou, the spiritual energy in the Canghai Pearl is about to be exhausted, and his body is extremely exhausted, and murderous intent is imminent.

After flying for a while, a black smoke column suddenly appeared in the sky. His eyes narrowed, and mountains appeared on the horizon. However, the mountains looked very unusual. The mountains were bare and covered with dense plants, and there was no peak of the mountain. A black smoke column erupted from one of the mountains, and rivers of fire flowed out of the mountain pass.

"It's a volcano group!"

Li Qingshan's heart moved, as if a light of inspiration passed through his mind, but he couldn't tell what the light of inspiration was.

The phoenix wings retracted back, left the gale of wind, and passed a straight red light, and threw itself into the erupting volcano. The magma flowing was scorching and dazzling, and the phoenix wings became more and more gorgeous as the flames burned.

The earth's divine power began to work, and a stream of power surged into the body, and the feeling of fatigue disappeared. Li Qingshan felt a sense of comfort, but he did not dare to stop at all. He passed through the sewing and dived into the depths of the volcano.

Li Qingshan once had experience in practicing underground sewing, cleverly used the power of bull demon shock to open up a path in sewing. The "Phoenix Nirvana Sutra" also greatly reduced the damage caused to him by the scorching high temperature and flames, and the remaining damage can be resisted by a body of cowhide.

The most important thing is that although the underworld magnet is also carried by sewing, it is not as strong as the depths of the ground. If it is underground, he would not dare to dive deep into the magma.

As he expected, there was a large layer of magma below the active volcano. While he continued to escape in the magma, he waved the phoenix wings and gathered a stream of fire spirit power, washing the ink marks on his body with the help of flames.

As expected, the speed of Mohen fading was much faster, but his speed of stealth in the magma was like a difference between a snail and a bird. The Wind God's Wings were not allowed to be used to do their best, and they were also disturbed by the underground primordial magnets.

And every time he delays for a moment, the Dragon King of the Sea of ​​Ink would approach thousands of miles away.

In a short while, the magma layer came to an end. He had to make a choice, either continue to stay in the magma and wash away the ink marks on his body, betting that the Dragon King of the Sea of ​​Ink could clear all the ink marks on his body before chasing him. Or he would return to the ground and continue to use speed to gain time.

But Li Qingshan knew very well. No matter which choice, he could not escape the fate of being caught up by the Dragon King of the Mo Hai. It was nothing more than the latter type of life.

What's the point of entering this sewing because of the inexplicable flash of inspiration? Could it be that he just wasted some time in vain, or simply died in the sewing fire and seeking happiness!

...

In the southwest of the volcanic group, water was whispering in a large and small hot spring pool, steaming with white smoke. With a bang, a flame rushed out of the hot spring. Li Qingshan once again soared into the sky, heading southwest, and was flying deeper in Wuzhou.

After a moment, a black cloud passed through the volcano and went straight to the southwest.

The ink scar was cleared bit by bit, leaving only the last piece. Li Qingshan's face was so happy that he looked back suddenly and saw a black line appear on the horizon. The black line expanded and spread rapidly. A pair of deep dragon eyes locked him thousands of miles away.

This is because he was flying rapidly. If he stood there, this black line would probably pass through the sky in the blink of an eye.

Li Qingshan looked back and looked forward, clenched his fists, and it was time to fight for life and death!

Of course, all he can decide is his life and death alone.

So he stopped escaping to the boundless earth. With a loud bang, the earth shook, and countless towering ancient trees were torn apart, allowing the sun to drop, shining on his face. A pair of red eyes looked into the sky from afar. The dark clouds covered the sky and under the heavy pressure, a dragon head as huge as a mountain drooped down and stared at him.

There is no hysterical hatred or endless murderous intent, like a god looking down at the common people.

Li Qingshan faced him upright and raised his body from the ground, one zhang, five zhang, ten zhang, twenty zhang, forty zhang!

There is no panic that is desperate, no fear of death, only the fighting spirit that rises into the sky.

"You did what you shouldn't do!"

The Dragon King of the Sea of ​​Mo was not in a hurry to take action and said, the sound was like a cloud hanging in the sky, vast and endless, and a thousand miles apart. If he had some wisdom, he would look into the sky in a daze. It was too huge and beyond understanding, and instead lost the ability to fear. The more powerful the monsters and practitioners were, the more they could feel the trembling from the soul.

"Since you have done it, what should or shouldn't be done? Come on!"

Li Qingshan opened his arms, his wings were brilliant, and his spirit was flying, and he said:

"bring it on!"

The Dragon King of the Mo Hai seemed a little surprised that his courage or stubbornness was, and he felt the influence of fate in the dark, and was speechless for a moment.

Without waiting for the Dragon King of the Sea of ​​Mo to respond, Li Qingshan waved his wings and rushed straight into the sky. The closer he got to the Dragon King of the Sea of ​​Mo to the Sea of ​​Mo to the Sea of ​​Mo to the Sea of ​​Mo to the Sea of ​​Mo to the Sea of ​​Mo to the Sea of ​​Mo to the Sea of ​​Mo to the Sea of ​​Mo to the Sea of ​​Mo to the Sea of ​​Mo to the Sea of ​​Mo to the Sea of ​​Mo to the Sea of ​​Mo to the Sea of ​​Mo to the Sea of ​​powerful oppression.

There is really no chance of winning this battle, and I will definitely die!

He smiled slightly and fled towards the dragon head!

A few drops of ink broke through the air, but he was no longer able to dodge now, so he simply did not dodge. His body burned, first with the brilliant wings behind him, then with red hair like fire, the vibrant blood also turned into a fire, revealing from his skin, igniting everything, and turning into a ball of brilliant flames.

It was like a fire meteor that counterattacked the sky and rushed into the sea of ​​clouds that covered the sky and the sun!

Shine! Extinguish...

...

Tianlong Zen Temple, main hall and Buddhist hall.

Xiao An sat opposite me, Buddha Tathagata, and was silent, knocking on the wooden fish one after another.

Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong...

The sound of wooden fish that is stable without any change seems to last for thousands of years, and the ancient Buddha of the green lamp will remain unchanged for thousands of years.

Dong! The wooden fish crushed!

Xiao An suddenly looked back and felt a sense of shock in her heart, which appeared on her beautiful face. Since entering the Tianlong Zen Temple, she has been silent in the name of practicing silence and not talking to anyone, and said:

"Green Mountain!"

...

The fire shone in the sea of ​​clouds for a moment, and soon dimmed and went out. The dark clouds gathered and turned into a man in a blue ink robe. He stood with his hands behind his back, pondering for a while.

Everything has returned to peace, and the great revenge has been avenged, but I have not seen the demon pill or other items, among which there is a Shura field.

This is not surprising. I know I will die without a doubt. Of course, I don’t want to give up the enemy, maybe I’m thrown on the road!

If the Nascent Soul cultivator's Nascent Soul escapes, he still has the chance to possess a body and reborn, but a mere demon pill is useless. The physical body is completely destroyed, and even the soul is burned out in the flames.

"Beiyue is dead!"

The Dragon King of Mo Hai is certain that he is not even able to distinguish between his deity and his clone. He can clearly feel that in the dark, the slightest death, although there is still a part that he cannot see through, who can fully understand the destiny? Perhaps only the gods and Buddhas of the Nine Heavens can do it! It is also possible that they cannot do it, and he has no way of knowing this.

At this time, he suddenly remembered that according to his perception, Beiyue had slowed down in that volcano, and he might have thrown the demon pill and the items there.

The Dragon King of the Sea of ​​Mo returned to the volcano group, sprinkled his divine thoughts and searched deeply into the magma. The more he went down, the more intense the interference of the underground magnetic magnet, and in the end he got nothing, he no longer bothered and turned into a black dragon and disappeared in the sky.

A demon pill and a Shura field are irrelevant to him.

The Dragon King of Mo Hai didn't know that his divine thoughts could be found for more than ten miles underground. However, at that depth, the double interference between the underground primordial magnetism and the earth fire magma had made the powerful demon king unable to display his divine thoughts at will, unless the Dragon King of Mo Hai was willing to go down to find them personally, but it was not an easy task to feel suppressed to the extreme.

So, the demon pill floated quietly in the fire magma. Not far away, the Shura field that lost its master emitted a round of blood, protecting itself from damage from magma.

Not long ago, Li Qingshan was in a dilemma and was bound to die, trying to pursue the ray of inspiration in his mind.

In the rolling flames, he instinctively circulates the "Phoenix Nirvana Sutra", and the power of the fire spirit absorbed wanders around the world in his body, and finally gathers on the demon pill.

At this time, the tenth innate magical power that had never been understood suddenly appeared in front of him, and was in an understandable and useful state.

Li Qingshan was shocked: "So this is the phoenix's talented magical power!"

Legend has it that whenever the life span of the phoenix is ​​about to end, it will be thrown into fire and turned into ashes, and will be reborn from the fire. It is called "Nirvana", which symbolizes immortality and immortality. The full name of the Phoenix Transformation is the "Phoenix Nirvana Sutra"!

So, when he left Ren and continued to escape, he had left the demon pill and the Shura Field in the magma, and at the same time he deposited the Canghai Pearl, the Demon Heart, the Great Yan Divine Talisman, and even the Water God Seal and the treasure bags on his body into the Shura Field.

Under his control, the demon pill and the Shura field sank into the depths of the magma.

The moment Li Qingshan turned into flames and burned to ashes, a flash of light flashed on the demon pill, and then it quickly converged.

It was only now that the light began to shine again, emitting red light, gathering the rolling earth fire, and slowly spinning.

The demon pill was spinning faster and faster, and the red flame gradually became as if it had substance, turning into a fiery red phoenix egg.
Chapter completed!