Wandi Palace, the flames fly.
This sea of flames is spiritual and attacks the enemy violently without hurting his family.
Yi Qianfan, Poison God, Yaohuang, the second elder of the Yue family, and the old man of the Ice Spirit tribe were all caught in the flames and it was difficult to get rid of them.
Of course, the origin of this true fire is mainly aimed at the old people of the Ice Spirit tribe.
Ice Soul is too terrible, only Qiankun Pen can fight.
As for other enemies, they can be dealt with by the Supreme Elders of Emperor Xuanzong, and there is no need to worry about the sovereign.
"Unexpectedly, there are people in the human race who understand the law of true fire?"
The face of the old man of the Ice Spirit tribe was slightly dark.
The rules can be divided into two categories:
One is the basic laws, such as the law of space, the law of time, the law of caves, the law of creation...
This is something that every cultivator can master.
Second, special rules.
The law of true fire, the law of water, the law of sky thunder...
This type of law only has a chance to practice if it meets certain conditions.
Moreover, generally speaking, only upper-plane races will practice special laws.
Therefore, when the Sect Master refined the ice soul with the law of true fire, he also surprised the other party.
Of course, the suzerain did not really master the law of true fire, but with the help of the Qiankun pen, cleverly used the law of true fire.
There is still a big difference between using the law and mastering the law.
If the sect master truly mastered the true fire law, he could directly burn his opponent to death.
"You are too naive to suppress my ice soul with the Qiankun Pen."
The old man of the Ice Spirit tribe smiled slightly.
A faint blue magical power spread all over his body, turning into a mysterious ice mist, causing all laws to collapse.
The violent real fire disappeared as soon as it entered the range of ice fog.
"It's another god..."
Sect Master gritted his teeth.
As long as the opponent displays a god, all his offensives will become meaningless.
Unless the opponent underestimated the enemy, just like the ice spirit youth, he underestimated Qin Feng and was hit to death by Qin Feng.
But this old man is obviously more calm, with lessons learned, it is impossible to make the same mistake again.
Sect Master wanted to kill this person, and it became as difficult as heaven.
Fortunately, the opposing gods can only defend but not attack, and the threat is limited.
Although this old man of the Ice Spirit Clan displayed a god of ten feet, he could break any law, but he had a fatal flaw, that is, he could not move.
Once he moved his figure, the scope of his domain would change accordingly, and the gods of Yizhang immediately shattered.
However, some strong people of the Ice Spirit Race can move the domain at will and directly envelop the enemy. That is the real power of Yizhang God.
"Although this person can't move the domain, the mana is long and endless and can go on forever, but the suzerain can't do it."
Qin Feng frowned, his expression a bit solemn.
The supreme master's hard power is not as good as the opponent itself, but with the advantage of the Qiankun pen, can he compete with the opponent.
The mana consumed by urging the Qiankun pen is much more intense than a zhang of the gods.
Sure enough, just as Qin Feng had expected, the fire started to weaken within less than a stick of incense, and the pen fairy returned to its original shape.
"Hmph, I said, with a Taoist tool, it can't beat me."
The old man of the Ice Spirit tribe sneered coldly.
At the same time, his figure swept out, with a blue mana in his palm, and bombarded towards the sovereign.
"Oops… "
Sect Master's eyes widened, he was already powerless.
When the force of the ice soul struck, the Qiankun pen was also frozen, and the pen fairy turned into a stream of light and disappeared without a trace.
The lord just wanted to move, but he was also solidified into an iceman.
"Without this Taoist instrument, what else can you do?"
Yi Qianfan laughed triumphantly.
Immediately, he grabbed the Universe Pen and looked up and down, his eyes full of greed.
"Such a treasure, only in the hands of me, Yi Qianfan, can it exert its true value, Penxian, I will save you."
Yi Qianfan laughed.
The spirit of Dao Qi cannot be refined, only reduced.
Once the original owner of the magic weapon dies, the spirit will take its place and become the only owner.
After tens of thousands of years of practice, the spirit of Qi also has the possibility of becoming immortal.
However, if the Qi Ling is saved, it will continue its previous duties.
Relief is a kind of spiritual baptism, which can wash away the memory of the spirit.
It is like a piece of white paper, leaving a new mark by the new owner.
This method originated from the Buddhist race, and was later learned by other races and spread.
The Bingling Clan also knows how to save and transform the pen, and it is not difficult to save the pen immortal.
"This is something from Emperor Xuanzong, you don't want to get involved."
Aware of Yi Qianfan's ambitions, the emperor Xuanzong's people were all angry.
Especially those who are too elders, one by one is more excited.
The Qiankun pen is the foundation of Emperor Xuanzong. If the lord is dead, another can be established. As long as the Qiankun pen is still there, Emperor Xuanzong will not fall.
But if the Universe Pen is lost, Emperor Xuanzong will decline sooner or later.
"A group of old stubborn people, what are you and me now? The World Human Race is a family, I am the leader of the Human Race, and the Qiankun pen is in my hand. What is the difference from Emperor Xuanzong?"
Yi Qianfan laughed.
Hearing this, the people of Emperor Xuanzong were so angry that they blew their beards and stared.
"Shameless."
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Qin Feng gritted his teeth, holding a ball of anger in his heart.
Unfortunately, his mana is now exhausted and he is unable to fight Yi Qianfan at all, making him feel uncomfortable.
"Emperor Xuanzong is self-defeating. I will kill your suzerain first today. Who else refuses to accept it? I don't mind adding a few more lives."
Yi Qianfan sneered again and again.
He wanted to save the pen immortal, first of all, he had to kill the sect master and make the Qiankun pen an unowned thing.
In addition, once the suzerain dies, Emperor Xuanzong's group of dragons has no leader, and it will be much easier to deal with.
Yi Qianfan would not really destroy Emperor Xuanzong. Firstly, his current strength was insufficient; secondly, Emperor Xuanzong dominated the Central Plains and had a huge power. To destroy Emperor Xuanzong would be tantamount to abolishing martial arts.
To avenge Qin Feng, seize Qiankun's pen, and hold the power of Emperor Xuanzong, this is the purpose of Yi Qianfan.
At this moment, the lord was frozen by the ice soul and was slaughtered by others, making him extremely critical.
Qin Feng and others were unable to stop Yi Qianfan.
"Old stuff, obediently accept your fate."
Yi Qianfan sneered, and slammed at the Sect Master.
"No..."
Qin Feng shouted, and rushed out, trying to stop Yi Qianfan.
"court death!"
Yi Qianfan's eyes were fiery and murderous.
This palm simply blasted towards Qin Feng.
Everyone's eyes widened, their minds suddenly exploded, and they could even imagine that Qin Feng was blasted into ice dregs by this palm.
boom!
Between the electric light and flint, a loud and deafening noise spread throughout the hall.
Yi Qianfan's palm slammed out firmly.
However, what is surprising is that this palm did not hit Qin Feng, but hit another figure.
What's even more incredible is that this figure doesn't move at all.
"who are you?"
Yi Qianfan raised his eyes and saw that there was a figure wearing a lion's hat standing in front of him.