Chapter 669 Firefly

Facing Yan Ziyan's new round of fierce offensive, the gentleman in white smiled slightly, then raised his hand suddenly, and typed out several spells in succession, and disappeared into the surrounding void in a flash.

The next moment, clusters of discs the size of wheels emerged from the yellow spiritual domain released by it, spinning endlessly, constantly weakening the sonic attack from the purple-winged bat. There were still layers of wrinkles on the robe.

After a while, there was a "hissing" sound, and countless tiny holes were broken in his magic robe, and the discs finally began to collapse one after another.

At the same time, the ruins of the palace beside and behind the gentleman in white trembled under the sound waves, and soon turned into dust, flying like smoke and dust, and scattered everywhere.

Seeing this, Yan Ziyan's eyes were slightly happy, and he was busy chanting words, and fiddled with the pipa in his hands quickly.

The purple-winged bat's eyes flashed fiercely, and its wings spread fiercely, turning into a purple light, rushing towards the man in white.

"Hmph, since you don't eat the toast and drink fine wine, then don't blame me for being ruthless!" The man in white glanced down at the torn clothes, with a flash of sullenness in his eyes, and scolded.

After saying that, he turned his wrist, and a flash of inspiration flashed in front of him, and immediately a huge iron fan about six feet long appeared, engraved with circles of complicated and difficult-to-decipher yellow runes, and bursts of strong waves came from it. The earth attribute rules breath.

I saw that he pinched the spell with one hand, and the iron fan in front of him immediately opened with a "clang" sound. On the huge fan surface, a yellow-haired and howling beast pattern was shining brightly, as if it had been resurrected. It jumped out, opened its huge mouth, and flew out of it a tornado hurricane wrapped in rolling yellow sand.

"Boom boom boom..."

There was a violent sound, and the yellow dragon swept across, directly smashing the purple-winged bat that Kankan rushed to the front into pieces.

But Yan Ziyan, who was holding a pipa, felt sluggish all over and couldn't dodge it at all. When he was hit by the yellow sand tornado, he flew upside down and hit the hall of the "Liuhuo Palace" behind with a "bang". On the door, fell in.

"Tsk tsk, you've hit hard, don't ruin that face..." The white-clothed gentleman let out a cry of "Ouch", quickly put away the iron fan, and hurried forward with distress.

But before he came to the gate of the palace, there was an incomparably subtle and dense sound in his ears, which sounded like the sound of countless beetles fluttering their wings at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Ziyan's exclamation came from inside the hall: "No! What is this..."

As soon as the words fell, her figure exploded out of the hall, and just after flying into the sky of a hundred feet, she fell heavily and landed on the ground with a "bang".

Seeing this situation, the gentleman in white was startled for a moment, then stared at him with fixed eyes, and suddenly took a deep breath.

I saw a large piece of dark red worms the size of rice grains, with dots of red flames burning on their bodies, densely crawling all over Yan Ziyan's body.

It rolled wildly on the ground with a face full of pain, and kept making hoarse moaning sounds. The whole body was burned by the flames, covering a layer of light golden mist. With increasing speed, fine lines began to appear, and gray hairs began to appear on the sideburns.

What is this thing that seems to be able to burn her essence?

You must know that although the monks in the Golden Immortal Realm are still unable to avoid the catastrophe, but apart from that, their lifespan is almost infinite, and this weird little bug has such a heaven-defying ability?

The white-clothed gentleman's complexion suddenly became extremely ugly, and his heart was horrified to the extreme. As soon as he turned around, he was about to flee from here desperately.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

A huge figure descended from the sky like an iron tower, and a layer of fiery red spiritual domain immediately enveloped the surrounding area, enveloping him as well.

The man in white looked sideways, and saw that the man's face was strange, his head was full of fire, his nose was like a rhinoceros horn, and there were two huge gold rings hanging on his two pointed ears. His expression was stern, and there seemed to be disdain in his eyes.

This angry alien is none other than Chi Rong.

After feeling the powerful aura that Chi Rong deliberately released, the heart of the white-clothed gentleman suddenly turned cold. He was obviously a late-stage Taiyi cultivator.

"A little golden fairy, dare to touch the firefly raised by Master, and let me see how long your lifespan is enough for it to burn?" Chi Rong sneered and said.

"What... what, there is such a thing?"

When the white-clothed gentleman heard the word "firefly", he couldn't help but froze, and then suddenly remembered a rumor that had been circulating in the real fairy world for a long time.

The legendary firefly is a very strange spirit insect. Although its appearance is similar to that of fireflies in the mortal world, what burns on its body is the flame of time that contains some kind of strange law of time. The living beings can burn their life essence to gain energy to help themselves reproduce offspring. Wherever they go, the living beings are often extinct, and they are extremely ferocious.

However, because of its extremely short lifespan, it usually only lasts for about a month. If no living beings are burned by it, it will not be able to reproduce continuously, and will eventually become extinct. Therefore, there are not many people in the world.

However, it is said that some monks who are good at controlling insects can use time secret treasures or special restrictions to freeze them for a long time and store them for a long time, and then open the secret treasures or restrictions to release them when needed.

Obviously, there was such a restriction in Liuhuo Palace, and it was his fight with Yan Ziyan that broke the restriction and released this thing.

The man in white was sweating coldly on his back, and just as he was thinking about how to get out, he saw the man of the foreign race turn his eyes and stare at him firmly.

He knew something was wrong, he didn't dare to hesitate any more, he pinched the spell with both hands, the whole body was illuminated with yellow light, and a khaki vortex appeared under his feet, and he was engulfed in it by a whirl, and his figure disappeared immediately.

However, after only a few breaths, a khaki halo reappeared on the ground hundreds of feet away, and the figure of the gentleman in white was pinched tightly by a big flaming hand extending from the crimson spiritual realm, and he came alive from the ground. Pulled out.

"Hehe, since you're here, don't think about leaving." Chi Rong chuckled, raised his hand and pressed heavily on the ground.

The big flaming hand grabbed the white-clothed gentleman and pressed him firmly to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Chi Rong unhurriedly took out a dark red piccolo from his bosom, with black spots all over it, which looked like an old torch.

However, when Chi Rong pressed the hole on it and played the flute, there were bursts of simple and desolate sounds from it.

As the sound sounded, the "buzzing" sound in the main hall of Liuhuo Palace became louder and louder. Thousands of Firefly Fireflies were awakened from the frozen state, and flew out one after another, flying towards the man in white. rushed over.

For a while, the scream of misery resounded through the sky again.

Chi Rong didn't look at the man in white and Yan Ziyan, but strode towards the other side of the square.

There, there stood a statue of a foreign race that was fairly well preserved, with not many signs of damage on its body.

His hands and feet are as big as palm-leaf fans, his head is like flames, his upper body is naked, and circles of strange patterns are engraved on his skin.

"The disciple came here to collect fireflies without permission, please don't blame the master... Those who trespassed in my Liuhuo palace have been punished." Chi Rong walked up to the statue, saluted it solemnly, and muttered in his mouth murmur said.

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Ten days later.

In the sky above a certain mountain forest in the ruins of the Mantra Gate, a cyan figure was driving a jasper speeding car, flying past in the sky. His face was pale and ordinary. It was Han Li who had changed his appearance and claimed to be Li Jiangliu.

Over the past few days, he has continued to walk along the back of the huge pond, and he has only found some damaged ruins sporadically along the way. He has not encountered any danger, and he has not encountered any treasures. It can be regarded as a peaceful journey. Came here.

On the speeding car, he stared far ahead, his brows suddenly frowned, and the spell in his hand changed, controlling the speeding car to fall to the ground.

After landing, Han Li put away the flying car and walked out along the path paved with bluestone slabs in the forest. After a while, he came to a huge suspended arch bridge.

The main body of the arch bridge is made of wood and stone, with a width of more than thirty feet. There are bluestone steps and flat driveways on it. There are gray and white stone lions placed on both sides of the bridge head, as a spiritual creature guarding the arch bridge.

Han Li stepped forward, raised his hand and stroked one of the stone lions, which was much taller than himself, and confirmed that it was just an ordinary guardian stone beast, with no spiritual fluctuations at all.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he slowly climbed up the stone steps and walked towards the bridge step by step.

When he was walking almost to the center of the arch bridge, his steps suddenly stopped and he stopped moving forward.

Because the bridge deck was broken when it reached here, and further forward was a huge spatial crack with a length of several thousand feet. The inside was pitch black and there was no light at all, only bursts of strong spatial fluctuations came continuously.

The other half of the arch bridge seems to have been swallowed by this crack in space.

In addition to this huge spatial rift, there are also countless dense small rifts scattered around. Although Han Li did not completely block his way, he did not dare to rush through them.

Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the black space in the crack, but found that there was nothing inside, and he couldn't see anything at all. After observing for a long time, he even felt a sense of fear that he would be swallowed by it. .

He slowly retracted his gaze, and looked towards both sides of the bridge, and saw that the areas stretching thousands of feet on both sides were almost the same as here, whether it was towering ancient trees or pavilions, they were all neatly cut away in half.

Either they are still standing tenaciously like this half of the arch bridge, or they have collapsed and become dilapidated.

All of this seemed rather strange.