In another corner of the forest, Zhengyang Zhenren and Xiang Yan had stopped fighting. The fire clouds finally dissipated.

"Thank you, Sect Master Zhengyang for showing mercy." Xiang Yan bowed and said.

"You are young, and it is not easy for Fire Eye to cultivate to this level." Zhengyang Zhenren said with a cold face.

He fought Xiang Yan, who was only a high-level secret master as a secret sect, for a whole hour, but in the end he just tied. It seemed that it was impossible to get the petal in Xiang Yan's hand for the time being.

Just as the two were about to separate and find their place to go, a bright golden light suddenly covered the two of them.

It looked warm and bright, but it actually felt a cold feeling. Zhengyang Zhenren and Xiang Yan raised their heads and found that there was a huge mirror above.

"Baojing, it's you! Let us go quickly!" Zhenren Zhengyang shouted.

"I will let go, but I will first get the petals from Master Xiang's hand." Zhengyang Zhenren did not show up, but his voice came from the mirror.

"I can give you this inheritance. Come on, let me go, I will definitely give it to you, I will keep my promise!" Xiang Yan promised, but he was unwilling to stop. It was not enough for him and Zhengyang Zhenren to try to use the secret technique, but found that the light was actually sticky, which made them unable to move. More importantly, in the light, the secret power of the flames on both of them could not be used.

"Haha! I'm not relieved to let you out. So, you'll all die here." Baojing laughed twice and said to Zhengyang Zhenren, "Zhengyang, haven't you always wanted to see what the real king beast Niu Jing looks like? Didn't you see it this time?"

Under the mirror of the King of Heavenly King Beast, neither Zhengyang nor Xiang Yan could answer. Under the tremendous pressure, their faces were as pale as paper, sweating profusely, and they were soaked in heavy clothes.

"I'm about to die, so don't worry too much." Mr. Baojing said with a smile.

Zhengyang Zhenren and Xiang Yan's eyes slowly sagged, and thin blood lines began to flow out of their facial features.

After Mr. Baojing finished his venting, he also began to control the king beast Niujing with all his strength. He caught two big fish in one go, and he was unwilling to have any accidents.

At this moment, a little dazzling light suddenly burst out above the King Beast's Knob Mirror, completely covering the light under the mirror. Xiang Yan and Zhengyang Zhenren both groaned, and more blood flowed out of their facial features, but their bodies suddenly gained freedom. The King Beast's Knob Mirror was actually shaken!

"Who is it?" Mr. Baojing didn't expect that someone suddenly broke his good things.

"Amitabha! I am polite." A thin monk appeared beside Zhenren Zhengyang and Xiang Yan. He looked quite old, hunched over, but his eyes looked young.

Mr. Baojing, who had just appeared, couldn't help but tremble. As soon as he gritted his teeth, a yellow light shot out from the mirror of the King's Beast, and headed straight for the old monk.

The old monk did not dodge, and Huang Guang hit the target with one blow, piercing the old monk's chest, forming a hole.

However, the old monk did not fall down, but stroked his wound that did not leave blood and recited the Buddha's name.

"You, you are not a human being!" said Mr. Baojing.

"How can the donor curse?" the old monk smiled at Mr. Baojing and said, "It's time for the donor to feel it."

As he said that, he smiled at Mr. Baojing. Mr. Baojing felt weak all over and his hands became soft, and he actually dropped the King of Kings Beasts Knot Mirror to the ground.

"Haha!" Zhengyang Zhenren suddenly laughed, "Haha, Baojing, you deserve it, we will die together."

"This is right." The old monk still had a smile on his face, and he pointed a finger at Mr. Baojing and pressed it.

Mr. Baojing only felt that this finger suddenly became as heavy as a mountain, putting him under great pressure. He tried to mobilize the secret power of his whole body, but the secret power of his whole body seemed to have been drained, and there was no trace of it. Standing there, Mr. Baojing felt as if he had become an ordinary person.

With a "puff", the old monk pressed his finger on his forehead, and his forehead immediately burst like a watermelon. Mr. Baojing, this hero of Red Maple Island, died like this.

At the moment when Mr. Baojing died, Zhengyang Zhenren and Xiang Yan looked at each other. Suddenly, a fire crow pattern appeared on both of them at the same time, and flames emerged from the two of them. The flames were different from the flames used by the two of them before, and were extremely pure. Wherever the flames passed, the two of them had a sense of anxiety in their own secret consciousness.

The old monk took a look, but was not surprised. Instead, he took away everything on Mr. Baojing and said, "It's interesting."

"Lihuo Golden Eyes Change!" The two of them shouted softly at the same time, and quickly pinched two strange hand gestures, and spewed out a mouthful of essence and blood into the air. After the two mouthfuls of essence and blood came into contact, they suddenly lit up and flames surged out of them.

Zhengyang Zhenren and Xiang Yan also changed their faces, and their eyes turned golden, but Xiang Yan was brighter.

The two of them suddenly merged with blood and a "boom", the flames suddenly exploded, and a golden firebird appeared, with a phoenix crown on its head, and behind them were fire feathers burning with flames. What was most surprising was that the firebird had three legs, which was very similar to the legendary fire crow.

After the firebird was summoned, he glanced at Zhengyang Zhenren and Xiang Yan, fought with his wings and rushed directly to the old monk.

Wherever the firebirds passed, the flames were beating and the ground was burnt.

Seeing this scene, the old monk was not panicked, but said, "It's interesting." After saying that, he opened his mouth and roared. A snow-white silkworm drilled out of his mouth, quickly getting bigger, and spewed out a lot of frost at the firebird.

The ice and fire intersect suddenly collapsed and turned into a white water vapor that evaporated.

When the old monk saw that the ice silkworm blocked the firebird, he ignored the firebird and pointed at Zhengyang Zhenren. Then, a red light shot out from his fingers, shaking the air buzzing.

Zhengyang Zhenren and Xiang Yan were both frightened when they saw the red light coming. They were about to struggle, but they found that their bodies could no longer move. At this time, the red light came, and Zhengyang Zhenren immediately ordered the firebird to block in front of him.

With a "boom", the firebird and himself were penetrated by the red light.

Xiang Yan, who was standing next to Zhengyang Zhenren, was also affected, and almost half of his body on the right was hit.

Zhengyang Zhenren, who was the first to encounter the red light, screamed in pain, and the firebird kept trembling, and the possibility of disintegration at any time. Xiang Yan made a quick decision and cut off the right arm with his left hand, then turned into a ball of flame and escaped at an incredible speed.

At this time, the firebird finally couldn't bear the red light and exploded suddenly, completely wrapping Zhengyang Zhenren in it. Zhengyang Zhenren slowly melted and merged into the flame little by little, and the painful hissing gradually became silent.

The old monk was not surprised that Xiang Yan overcame the constraints of the secret realm on the verge of life and death and fleeing away with his arms. Instead, he said: "I can actually escape. It seems that time is coming."

The old monk didn't care when he ran away a secret master. In any case, he achieved his goal and reached out to slowly catch the petals left in Xiang Yan's broken arm.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!